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x-hotoke · 5 months ago

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HEADCANNON jjk men as your sister's ex-boyfriend

writer's note: male reader insert !! PART 1 >,<

warnings: slight yandere themes, stalking, possessiveness, toxic relationships, use of you/your pronouns, cussing.

characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, choso, itadori yuji.

— GOJO SATORU

You warned your sister about him yet she never did take anything you say seriously because you were her younger brother. Who are you to say who she can't and can date?

At first, their relationship was going great — he also spoiled you along with your sister which you didn't like. His cocky and egotistical personality is what you hated about him. His constant reminder that he bought that for you, irritated you to the point you have been throwing them discreetly.

He would call you a bunch of nicknames like brother-in-law, y/n chan (to piss you off), otōto-kun.

Whenever he would visit, you would purposely make him look bad in front of your sister, trying to make him angry at you so she can see his true colors. But he was calm — would always humor you, it's like he knows you're trying to get a rise out of him.

After a while, both of them started to drift apart from each other; resulting in a break up — he tried to salvage their relationship by making her go to his house and 'talk it out', luckily you were there trying to comfort her. Seeing the notifications from him, you deleted the messages and blocked him from her phone.

As days went on, unknown phone numbers started calling and messaging the two of you — mostly your sister. Begging for her to come back, and that they'll talk it out and fix it. But oh - for you? They were horrible — you were terrified of going outside. Only going out whenever you were with your father. You don't let your sister go out too, in fear — that Satoru will make his messages come true.

The messages ranged from being sweet to an absolute creepy obsessed guy. It went from:

“How's your sister doing, y/n chan?" “Can you tell her to reply to me soon?” “I miss you guys:((” “When can I see you guys again?” “I hope you're taking care of yourself and your sister well (:”

To; “i will make your lives a living hell, do you hear me? I will fucking ruin your lives.” “No one will believe any of you.” “is that your friends that you're with?” “tell your sister to reply or else i will plaster her face, no, her fucking body on the billboards.” “You look cute when you sleep, otōto kun.”

You didn't feel safe in your own house anymore, did he break in your room? Paranoia affected your high school life — constantly looking over the shoulder. Heck, you would freeze whenever someone with the same blue eyes as him stared at you for too long.

Your sister was overjoyed when she got a message from Satoru — apologizing on how he acted towards her and you. You didn't bring up the messages he would send you during family dinner in fear that your parents would get roped in the situation you were in.

Months went by, your parents said that they have a guest coming in — a friend of your sister. You were in the living room watching some show you were interested in before the door bell rang.

“Satoru! It's nice of you to stop by.” Your sister claims, ushering the tall male to take the seat to you. You weren't aware that he was the guest, oh how you wanted to run upstairs to your bedroom just to get away from this freak. She forgave him?

“Y/n chan, long time no see.” Satoru spoke, his piercing blue eyes staring at the top of your head as you looked at your lap, glaring. “Y/n, you should at least reply - you know?” Your sister huffed out, the bags under her eyes were gone unlike yours.

“It’s fine, really. I'm just glad to see you again.” Satoru waved her off, throwing his right arm around your shoulders as he leaned in next to your face. “No way of getting out of this one huh, otōto kun?” He whispered into your ear, making the hair at the back of your neck stand. There's no escaping this one. “Move and they die.”

His feelings were gone — the obsession he had for your sister moved onto you.

— GETO SUGURU

He was a sweet guy, you actually almost liked him for your twin sister. Keyword: almost.

You hated the man afterwards — His true colors showing once their relationship got serious, you would hear how he would talk to your sister — calling people; monkeys. Berating her for having a different opinion than him and constantly hovering over her shoulder.

You had enough and stormed inside her room, yelling for him to get out or you'll drag him by his hair out the front door. The man complied — once he got close to you, he smiled. It wasn't sincere — it looked psychotic.

The next few days went horrible, Suguru kept on coming back and every time he would — you would answer the door.

“Some nerve of you to show your fucking face here.” You scowled, feeling a shiver go up your spine — seeing the guy smile makes you want to hide yourself. He chuckles, a glint in his eyes catching your gaze, you don't know what it was but you don't intend on finding out.

“I’m here to visit s/n, so if you would be a dear — please call her, love.” He closed his eyes as he smiled even wider. You felt disgusted by his behaviour. “Don't ever call me that again, you freak!” You shouted.

“Fuck off — you two broke up days ago! If I ever fuckin’ see you again around our house, I'll make sure you'll regret it.” You added, closing the door harshly in his face. He didn't do anything, just stood there for a few seconds before turning around and leaving.

As you have read, he likes calling you nicknames. Such as; love, dear, anything that can make your blood boil. He knows you hate him so why not put more gasoline in the fire?

Days passed and you were hanging out with a few friends. You left your sister with your parents to catch up with the rest of your friends. It's been a long time.

You shared some laughs with your friends before noticing something in the corner of your eye. A man dressed in a black sweater and sweatpants amidst the hot season, you couldn't shake off the feeling of paranoia and fear running through your veins. You didn't let that ruin the fun — and yet still keeping an eye on him who was sitting on a bench. But it could just be your imagination.

A few months went by and your sister brought Suguru home. Claiming that he was getting therapy and whatever help he could get. But nothing would suffice the Polaroid pictures of your sister and you in his personalized room. No one can save him.

His second plan — plan B, if your sister was still holding her ground and not taking his advances towards her — he would take you instead. To fill in her spot, her twin. You're her twin after all aren't you? Basically her look alike. That's what he likes about the two of you.

You heard from your mother that your sister has gotten back together with him. You argued with her that night — something you regretted on the next day.

She was gone. Her drawers were laying on the floor scattered — some clothes looked like they were thrown around carelessly and her bags were nowhere to be found. Did she run away? If so — then where. The police filed her in as a runaway but they did still look for her with fruitless attempts.

You would cry in her room for days, curling up in her bed and looking through all her stuff. You stumbled across her diary which had a few disturbing things. Your breath hitched as you read it. She didn't run away — suguru wasn't going to therapy either. It was all a set up, the last pages contained;

He's here.

You froze hearing the window creak open. You didn't have time to react before a black garbage plastic bag was placed over your head.

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chainelunaire · 8 months ago

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love languages

gojo satoru

recieving: words of affirmation/acts of service. he's completely fine being far away for a long periods of time, him being the strongest takes a lot. however, he greatly appreciates direct attention to his persona, and not necessarily in a sexual way. i'd say, expecially not in a sexual way. he feels loved when you talk your literal worst thoughts to him, when you express everything that goes through your mind. the most non-judgemental person one could ever met, he would never blame someone he loves for some dark thoughts, he's all here for it. he likes when you tell him directly how much you care, and even if it's worded quite rough, he'll still take it. that way he feels like he means something. he'll never feel enough of your thoughts, and of course, he won't ever be satisfied with how much you praise him. however much, he always craves more. he also appreciates every litlle thing his loved ones do for him. it might look like he doesn't notice sometimes, with him acting this nonchalant. but knowing how perceptive he is, he really does notice everything.

giving: physical touch/acts of service. he's very touchy, sometimes it feels like he needs to touch more than he needs breathing. he literally explores the world with his fingerpads. it's his first instinct - to hug, when you feel bad, to kiss to make it better. he's just as innocent as a child when he expresses his love through touch and without thinking. he will kiss the pain away, he will do your hair and hold your hand - honestly, he's the sweetest when he does such things out of heart. he also enjoys helping his love ones out whenever he can - granted, he's often away, but he does what he can. he rarely complains about chores in his home, in some way he even loves to do them. makes him closer to the ones he loves. he's very simple in that sense, he enjoys simple things in life. do not tell him he's the strongest. he knows that already. however, you might hug him and say that you're so grateful he did the dishes today - and he will be so happy, he'll do them more often just to hear you saying it every time.

geto suguru

recieving: quality time. he feels loved when he feels welcomed, when someone wants his company. moreover, he himself is very social, caring person, who does poor job at being alone. he loves people, loves to spend time with his loved ones, it comes natural to him to care about his family and friends - he's not a loner at his core. so even when alone time are needed of course, in his case, he really lights up from inside when someone is seeking for him to specifically spend some time together. he doesn't really care how you will spend this time, you needing him and standing by his side is what matters to him. call him after midnight - and he will always pick up that call and join you wherever you want. he will be by your side at your grandma's party laughing at her stupid jokes, he'll go shopping with you. he'll help you with laundry and taxes. he will never ever turn yhis loved ones down, no matter how boring or stupid you think the whole thing is. just show him that you really want him near you.

giving: words of affirmation. he's so good, it's unfair. he has this natural talent of finding the right words. he's also great with timing, he reads the room perfectly (probably the second best). there's no such thing as 'i didn't mean to say that', he only says what he has carefully thought of. likes to give instructions, it's one of his ways to show that he cares. very verbal and talkative, when in his natural habitat. he's generous with his praise, he believes in letting people now how good they are (if he really thinks so). and even if not, he will always find something to say to you. such a smooth talker, he will now every one of your secrets without you realising. not to mention he's like an ariel the little mermaid with his sweet soothing voice, it's just nice to hear him saying things.

nanami kento

recieving: quality time. goes without any saying, he values quality time above all else. he too feels very loved when someone seeks his presence. unlike geto, he's doing way better by himself and he's really fine being alone, it's just that he prefers not to be alone (even if he states otherwise). sometimes he finds it amusing, because he often is so tired, he has no fun activities to offer, therefore he's wondering why even seek for his company. sometimes he may think of himself as too stern or even boring, he has some insecurities. but he's very happy, when you express that you want to spend some time together, he's subconsciously waiting for it. he's very unassuming and he never like... expects you to want to spend time with him. so when that happens, he's ready to do whatever, just so it lasts longer.

giving: quality time/physical touch. he just kinda wants to be near his loved ones all the time, can you blame him really. he's very chill with quality time, but sometimes he wonders if you get annoyed with him. like you know when you want to spend time with someone and at some point you'd be like okay that's enough i need some alone time - well, never happens with him. he fears to look desperate so much, he's always so quiet. like there's no possibility to get tired of spending time with him, because most of the times it's just existing in the same room, and that's enough. very laid back and casual, his whole presence if very relaxing and calm. physical touch is very sweet and comforting too - like sleeping together on a sofa on a rainy day, holding you by the shoulder when going through the crowd. it's more out of wanting to protect rather than something else.

fushiguro toji

recieving: words of affirmation. i'm actually very sad about him, his relationship with affection is rooted in such tragedy. he needs praise more than he's willing to admit. of course, him being traumatized to the core plays a crucial role in it; he'd never heard that he's doing well, that he's good. anything that is not insult or a joke in some way. i think he could get burned once or twice because of how easily he could be manipulated. he's actually very wary of people being kind to him, but he can't fight himself when it's somebody being parcticularly kind to him and being verbal with this kindness. it's his vulnerable spot, and he can't do anything about it, falling for it every time. for instance, his first wife was very good with her words, bringing him comfort and safe place withing her company. he very much needs the praise and insctructions how to do... basically anything in his life. not because he's helpless, not at all. but because that's what love is to him, to care enought to let him know what to do, and when he does it, telling him he was good. it's insane to witness what it does to him, how visibly happier he looks.

giving: acts of service/quality time. he does everything he can, that's it. what he doesn't know how to do, he'll learn. he's great with predicting what you need, the absolute best at reading the room quickly. for instance, he rarely needs to know your face expression to know that you're mad (not necessarily at him), he knows it by the way your feet stomp on the floor (yet another oh so useful skill from a loving former household). he prefers to prevent the explosion than to deal with it. he has a mental list what he can do to make you feel better. it's almost like he proves himself every time (and it's a rather sad view, especially at first). with time he relaxes. when he's not in his proving mode anymore, he still helps whenever he can, but in a more chill way. that's when his wish to just spend more time together comes. usually it's just coexisting, but sometimes he'll think of few ways to make time more fun and exciting. he's willing to spend some money on a fancy place from time to time. and he can be surprisingly creative.

ryomen sukuna

recieving: quality time. never the one to miss the opportunity to learn something new, he's actually a great companion for a good talk or sparring (not recommended, in this case you might end up dead). while he's good being all alone, he genuinely enjoys a good company. he won't seek for one himself, but he's willing to accept the offer. surprisingly, he has a lot to give, you just need to find the right words. he's extremely intelligent (probably the most out of all), and he expects from his companions the same level of intelligence, otherwise why bother? he knows a lot about art and culture, he pays his respects to literature and especially poetry. you can always learn something new from him, and he likes when someone listens to him, like actually listens and takes everything he says to heart. when in a mood, he's up for a debate: if you can handle it, he'll be amused and even glad. as long as you are interesting to him, you're fine. he doesn't like boring stuff, that's what you need to think about. the thing is, he's not the one to waste his time on someone he doesn't treasure in one way or another, so when he does accept an offer to spend time together, it already shows his rather warm feelings towards you.

giving: gift giving/words of affirmation. because of his appreciation for culture, everything he gifts is carefully thought of and has it's meaning. if he chooses to gift something, let it be the best. he won't give such treasures to anyone, he saves it for the ones he respects (basically the equivalent of care in his mind). be it some book, weapon, clothes or some art piece, it truly means something to him. and because of his erudition, he expects you to understand everything he wanted to say with this gift. it really is some sort of language to him, you can say so much without saying anything. he likes to hear your opinion on them, he expects you to discuss them with him later. another thing, while he doesn't like to express himself verbally that much, he's actually good at doing it. he's generous with praise, it's more of a deserved-not deserved case to him. becuse he's so skillfull and knowleadgeable, he's not insecure in a sense that he'll withhold praise bc he doesn't want to come off as soft. he really doesn't care. in some weird way, he almost wants you to be better than him in whatever field you discuss. so when he feels like you deserve the praise, he will give it to you. and his praise hits just right, even when he doesn't say much.

itadori yuji

recieving: physical touch/gift giving. oh, how much he loves those hugs, i can't even tell you. he loves to initiate them, but the greatest joy of his is when someone he loves does this first. he feels so loved when someone ruffles his hair, fixes his uniform for him, covers him, when he's taking naps. he literally feels warm from the inside. maybe because it reminds him of his granddad and the fact that he's still not alone. he's still so young, going through so much, and he finds that he feels secure when someone holds him really tight. it's like a heavy blanket to him, like nothing bad could happen in that moment. also, he cherishes everything that has ever given to him. no matter how trashy it is, even if it's just a candy wrapper, he'll cherish it, if it's from someone he loves. he enjoys recieving those little sometimes meaningless things. they matter a lot to him. they bring his loved ones closer, like there's some physical evidence this was real.

giving: words of affirmation. while he's great at almost everything, his greatest power is finding the right words for every person he loves. he says everything kindly, easily, in a very lighthearted manner. never ever you will hear him being rude even by mistake. he's borderline unable to hurt anybody with his words, he's just that good. he's not the one to give a long profound speech, he's very simple yet very impactful. his words would have a longlasting effect even without him realising it. never prepares anything he wants to say in his head (as yuta or geto), a force of nature. he doesn't really say much, when he's not blabbering about something silly. in a serious setting he gets noticeably more quiet. not only that, but he really knows when not to say anything. his silence is very telling. he knows how to make that silence soothing and comforting, or deeply uncomfortable, depends on a situation.

fushiguro megumi

recieving: quality time/words of affirmation. he's very simple, he likes to spend time with his loved ones, and he loves hearing them speak (especially about him). he desperately tries to hide that fact though. he wants to be cool and unaffected, but in reality he's very sensible and reactive. he doesn't understand that that's what everyone love about him. so when he gets praised, it's such a fun scene, like you can see he clearly enjoys it, but still tries to act cool about it. he also likes to just hang around people he loves, he never turns down an offer to spend time together (even when he acts like he'd rather be home than here). however, he really likes some meaningful quality time, so if not you, he'll think of some ways himself. he doesn't like doing 'stupid things', it takes a lot to convince him to participate. it's good for him though, it relaxes him a lot more than he's willing to admit.

giving: quality time/acts of service. i'll be honest, he's not very creative with his ways to spend time. he's almost too serious (he has his reasons, obv), so what he suggests is usually 'let's do homework together', something like that. do not turn down that offer - he'll make it really worth it. not only is he a very comforting to be around, usually being the calmest person in a room, he'll also make it a very... nice experience. he'll prepare you the best tea he has, he'll bake you cookies to snack on while studying, he'll bring out the blankets. he'll ask you if you feel comfortable every five minutes, apparently. he'll tell some stories he never told anyone, he'll ask gojo-sensei to light the fireplace, if you feel cold. you may notice that at home even gojo also gets quieter around him - almost everything is much slower and softer. he very much enjoys these peaceful moments. and he likes to share them only with the ones he truly cherishes.

okkotsu yuta

recieving: words of affirmation/physical touch. he needs a lot of reassurance in his life, he really does. and he's not one for subtle gestures, he needs to really feel it - he needs to feel like somebody holds him safe and sound, he needs to hear that somebody understands him the way he is. he has a lot of dark, dark thoughts, and when someone is able to reassure him that these thoughts are normal, that he's still worthy, that even the best of people have something dark in them - that's when he feels appreciated and loved. he lives on praise, and, like gojo, is very openminded. he actually likes to hear everything you have to say to him, even if it's not necessarily good.

giving: words of affirmation/physical touch. has a silver tongue, never slips up. everything in his head is played so well, the words he says are always on point. bc he's so openminded, he can see everything from different points of view, so he comes of as a very understanding. nothing you say can throw him off, he'll listen to everything and he'll say his word. he knows the power he holds, actually, but he rarely uses it, because usually he's just shy. it's more of a last option to him. he saves it for the rare people he treasures the most - like his friends, sensei, etc. - around who he already feels free and appreciated. he much prefers to show his affection in more physical ways. he doesn't necessarily like to hold hands, it takes a lot to him to trust like that, but he can rub someone's back or offer a massage - and he's great at it. he also kinda subconciously usually stands or sits really close, so the shoulders are touching. he also likes to rest his head on your lap, when he's now really close to you. however, he really tries not to make other person uncomfortable, but, to be fair, almost all of his touches are featherlight and completely innocent. it's just a comfortable way to him to express himself.

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wisecura · 1 month ago

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Suguru x fem-reader p.2

summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN:*ahem ahem* sis con *ahem ahem* (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Warning: yandere behaviors oncoming please read at your own risk. Minors DNI this ain’t for ya

My little Sugu-princess

Being the little sister of The Satoru Gojo and a member of the prestigious Gojo clan was one thing.

Life in one of the great clans wasn’t as easy as it seemed. The expectations were towering, endless, and often suffocating. You weren’t necessarily weak—far from it—though you certainly didn’t measure up to your older brother.

Suffice it to say, you faced a significant amount of criticism from the elders and your family. It didn’t help that you and Satoru were so close in age—only two years apart—or that you bore such a striking resemblance to him, with your stark white hair and vivid blue eyes.

No—the family’s disappointment in the skill gap between you and your brother was painfully obvious, and they made no effort to hide it.

Their disapproval only made it easier for them to try and treat you as though you were lesser.

Keyword: tried.

Having ‘Toru as your big brother, however, was an entirely different experience.

From the moment his mother introduced you to him—the tiny, white-haired, blue-eyed baby swaddled in her arms—he was captivated. Utterly fascinated by the idea of being a big brother, even if he had no clue what that actually meant.

As the two of you grew older, it all clicked into place.

Satoru couldn’t get enough of you. His cute little sister, his perfect look alike. He never hesitated to shower you with attention, and he made no effort to hide his blatant favoritism.

Where others saw weakness or disappointment, Satoru saw someone precious. Someone who was his, and his alone.

You were largely harassed by your family and the clan members, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all began. What you did know was that it was constant, relentless. You’d never forget the way the maids would shoot you nasty glares before scuttling off, or the way you were often harshly scolded for being “too loud” when wandering through the clan house.

And then there was your mother, whose gaze had once been so warm and soft, now replaced by cold indifference.

It was a loneliness you felt more deeply than you cared to admit.

Satoru, of course, picked up on the way you had started retreating into yourself. And he couldn’t stand it.

He began sticking to you like a second shadow, refusing to leave your side for long. Whether it was spending more time with you or dragging you along on one of his whims, he made it his mission to ensure you were never alone.

When that wasn’t enough, he didn’t hesitate to make his point with the elders, the family, or anyone else who dared to mistreat you. If protective was the word people used to describe him, it was an understatement.

But could you blame him?

How could he sit back and stay silent while his adorable little sister was harassed by a bunch of bitter old geezers—or worse, by the maids who should’ve known their place? Satoru wasn’t one to let things slide, not when it came to you.

And he was always there for you.

Always on your side, always finding a way to lessen that crushing loneliness. It was hard to feel bitter about your situation when you had him—your constant, your protector, your big brother who refused to let the world break you.

And deep down, you couldn’t say you didn’t know why they treated you the way they did. You were weaker than Satoru, much weaker. And to the clan, that would have been bad enough. But you had committed another, even graver sin in their eyes.

You had been born the wrong sex.

No—you didn’t come close to meeting their lofty standards—not by a long shot. And Satoru clung to you throughout your childhood, shielding you from most of the harsh words and even harsher punishments they hurled your way.

But as he grew older, Satoru began to understand his position more clearly—the privileges and power that came with being the sole heir of the Gojo clan. The strongest sorcerer in the world, blessed with both the Limitless Cursed Technique and the fabled Six Eyes.

And he was fed up.

That was how he found himself face-to-face with the current head of the clan, confronting the source of your undeserved bad reputation.

“Your responsibility? Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” Satoru sneered, his voice thick with venom. “You’ve done nothing but treat her like garbage since she was four. A bunch of hypocrites, every last one of you.”

The Clan Head’s brow furrowed, his attempt at authority wavering under the weight of Satoru’s words.

“Satoru, you’re being unreasonable. She needs to know her place in the clan—”

“Unreasonable?”

Resentment flared in his striking blue eyes, the intensity of his stare enough to freeze the room. His cursed energy seeped from every pore, enveloping the space in an oppressive, suffocating weight. The silence was deafening.

Satoru didn’t care. He wanted the old man to fear him. No, more than that—he needed him to feel the full brunt of his hatred, the loathing that burned in every fiber of his being.

“Me? Unreasonable?” His voice dropped, cold and cutting. He stepped forward, each word sharp as a blade. “Let me make this crystal clear: From now on, my sister will be under my care. None of you will approach her, scold her, teach her—anything.”

His gaze locked onto the Clan Head, sharp and unrelenting. Despite his youth, Satoru carried an authority that left no room for argument. The unspoken threat in his eyes was impossible to miss.

I’m stronger than you, old man.

The Clan Head faltered, the weight of Satoru’s presence pressing down on him. He opened his mouth as if to argue but stopped, his resolve crumbling under the oppressive force radiating from the boy before him.

And with that, the argument ended.

The decision was made: your care was officially placed in Satoru’s hands.

From that moment on, Satoru refused to let anyone exert authority over you. Not the elders, not the maids, not even your own mother dared to interfere. His word became law where you were concerned, and he enforced it with unwavering resolve.

But while his victory granted you the protection you so desperately needed, it came with a price. No one in the clan was willing to challenge Satoru’s authority, and as a result, they chose to ignore you entirely.

For years, Satoru was your guard dog, your protector, your one and only ally. He was always there—shielding you from the harshness of the clan and the indifference of the world. But soon enough, the day came when he had to leave for school.

And soon enough, he wouldn’t be there for you.

Not in the way you needed him.

For the first time, you’d have to face the world without him by your side.

The thought haunted Satoru. Desperation to ensure your happiness and safety gnawed at him, even at the expense of his own reputation. His behavior became increasingly erratic—snapping at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way and clinging to you like a stubborn child who refused to let go.

No matter how protective or affectionate he was, the growing anxiety inside him never faded. If anything, his fear of leaving you only made him more attached. He hovered constantly, watching over you with the intensity of someone who knew he was running out of time.

In quieter moments, he even entertained the idea of taking you with him. What if I just brought her along? It wasn’t impossible, was it?

But deep down, he knew that wasn’t the answer.

“Toru,” you called, your voice playful and lilting, “are you excited to be going to school soon?”

Without waiting for an answer, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with a cheeky grin. Satoru stumbled slightly but quickly recovered, his instincts sharp even with his Infinity kept off—a deliberate choice he made around you. He knew how much you loved ambushing him with your “surprise attacks,” and he’d never deny you that joy.

You had always been with him, and he had always been with you. The thought of being apart for the first time was unsettling, almost unthinkable—for both of you.

Satoru’s playful demeanor masked the worry simmering just beneath the surface. He knew how much his absence could affect you.

Loneliness was his greatest fear for you, knowing how deeply you relied on him for comfort and connection. But even more than that, the idea of the clan taking advantage of his absence made his blood boil.

He would never forgive himself if they hurt you while he was gone.

He chuckled softly at your antics, adjusting you on his back as he strolled through the garden. Your feet swung back and forth lazily, brushing against his sides, but he didn’t mind. He’d been on his way to yet another pointless training session, but with his departure looming, spending time with you felt far more important.

Satoru ignored your question, choosing not to answer. He knew that whatever he said might dampen your excitement or make you sad, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Instead, he let the silence settle between you, though it weighed heavily on his mind.

This might be the last time he’d hear your cheerful voice calling out to him until summer break. The thought lingered, bittersweet, as he carried you a little further, savoring the moment for as long as he could.

Finally, he spoke, breaking the tension with a forced cheerfulness. “We’ve got to do something fun before I leave!” His voice wavered slightly, softening as the emotion he’d been holding back began to seep through. “I’m gonna miss you so much, imouto.”

You tightened your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the weight of his words linger.

Then, the day finally came.

Satoru was leaving for high school. The idea of staying in the dorms, away from the suffocating halls of the clan house, sounded like pure heaven. Freedom, independence, a chance to live on his own terms—it was everything he’d dreamed of.

But leaving you behind? That was an entirely different kind of pain.

He hated the thought of you being alone in that cold, unfeeling house. He’d already made up his mind, though. When the time came for you to join him in high school, he would find a place for the two of you. Somewhere far away from the clan house. Maybe a little apartment near the beach, within train distance of the school. A place where you could finally breathe, free from the expectations and judgment of the clan.

Two years.

He could wait two years.

You missed Toru like crazy after he left. The future summers never seemed to come fast enough, and when they finally did, they never lasted long enough.

His absence left a void in the clan house, one that was difficult to ignore. Yet, in a strange way, it worked in your favor. With Satoru gone, no one paid you any attention. The sharp criticisms, the constant scoldings, and the disapproving glares—all of it stopped. You were left alone, ignored.

And while the loneliness stung, you didn’t mind the peace.

In that newfound quiet, you turned your focus inward. Day after day, you practiced your cursed technique, working tirelessly to ensure you wouldn’t be an embarrassment when it was finally your turn to join him. Your older brother was so strong, so effortlessly cool—everything you aspired to be. You wanted to make him proud, to prove that you were worthy of standing next to him.

When summer finally arrived and Satoru came home, you couldn’t help but notice the change in him. He seemed lighter, freer. Being away from the stifling walls of the clan house had done wonders for him, and his happiness was undeniable.

It made you happy to see him like that. But in some small, selfish way, it also made you sad.

He had found a kind of peace you still couldn’t grasp, and though you were thrilled to have him back, it reminded you of just how far away that freedom felt for you.

Eager to show him how much you’d grown, you demonstrated the progress you’d made in your cursed technique. His reaction didn’t disappoint, showering you with endless praise.

“You’re amazing, imouto! You’ve come so far!” Satoru beamed with pride, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Moments like these reminded you why you worked so hard. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart you were, your big brother’s approval was worth everything.

Later that evening, as the two of you lounged in the garden, Satoru told you stories about his time at school. He told you all about the friends he’d made, particularly someone named Suguru Geto.

The way he talked about Suguru—with a fondness you rarely heard from him—sparked a tiny flicker of jealousy in you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

At the time, you didn’t think much about what he said, but it intrigued you all the same. Satoru had never spoken so warmly about anyone other than you.

It made you eager to start high school yourself. To make your own friends, form your own memories. You had spent so much of your life confined to the Gojo estate, rarely allowed out of the manor, let alone given the chance to interact with others.

Most of that isolation, though unintentional, had been orchestrated by Satoru himself. He’d always insisted it was too dangerous for you to roam the streets the way he did. “It’s different for me,” he’d say confidently, brushing off your protests. “But you? I can’t risk it, imouto.”

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder. What would it be like to step into the world? To meet people your age? What kind of friendships could you form?

Would you even know how to talk to someone your age?

The few people you had interacted with so far were either indifferent to you or outright hostile. The thought of venturing into something new—meeting new people, creating your own memories—was both thrilling and...terrifying.

Despite your curiosity, one thing remained certain: no one could ever be better than your big brother.

You’d told him that countless times, a truth you held onto tightly. And every time you said it, it only served to inflate his already massive ego. Not that you noticed—or cared. To you, it wasn’t flattery; it was just the simple truth.

Satoru truly was the best big brother. No one else could compare.

And just like that, two years flew by. Before you knew it, you were finally enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, stepping outside the high fences of the estate for the first time in what felt like forever.

To say you were ecstatic would be a gross understatement.

This time, you weren’t staying behind—you were leaving with him. You’d finally get to see the campus he’d told you so much about, the place that had seemed like a distant dream during those long, lonely years.

It felt almost surreal how easily it had all come together. Automatic enrollment, all thanks to being Satoru Gojo’s little sister. His recommendation alone carried immeasurable weight, and his unparalleled influence in the jujutsu world sealed the deal without question.

The ride to the school felt like an eternity, your excitement bubbling over as the car rolled to a stop in front of the campus gates. Stepping out, you found yourself momentarily awestruck by the sight before you.

A heavily wooded temple stood at the heart of the campus, surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch endlessly. The serene beauty of the place was breathtaking, far beyond anything your brother’s words had prepared you for. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of cicadas, and the faint scent of earth and greenery created an atmosphere so calm, so peaceful, that it felt like a world away from the stifling halls of the Gojo estate.

Satoru nudged you forward, his excited chatter flying over your head as you took in the sights. He led the way toward the dorms, and though the two of you would be in different classes, the thought of being here—together—was enough to keep your spirits high.

At least now, you weren’t stuck in that damn house.

Settling into the dorms was surprisingly easy. The room you were assigned was slightly smaller than the one you’d had back home, but it was cozy and comfortable. Most of your belongings had been delivered ahead of time, neatly arranged and waiting for you.

What struck you as strange, though, was the emptiness. The hallways were eerily quiet, and you couldn’t spot another girl in sight. It made the space feel… unsettling.

“Not many students enroll,” Satoru had mentioned, brushing off your concerns like it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t—to him. But you couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

This was your first real step into the outside world, and though you had Satoru by your side, the unfamiliarity of it all was both thrilling and unnerving.

Meeting your new classmates was… interesting. There were two other first-years joining you, both boys. Still no girls? You tried not to let it bother you, but it felt a little strange.

They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t ignore the way they looked at you when you first met—as if you were some rare specimen to be observed. Not surprising, given that Satoru had no doubt made a name for himself on campus.

Kai, the taller of the two, was the first to speak. He circled you with a casual, almost lazy air, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “You a Gojo?” he asked, his tone light but curious. “Yeah, you definitely fit the look.”

You instinctively took a small step back, unsure how to respond. The question seemed so obvious it made you want to roll your eyes and say duh. Was it the hair? The eyes? Those features practically screamed Gojo, so what was the point of the interrogation?

Kazuo, the shorter of the two, spoke next. “What’s your cursed technique like?” he asked, his wide eyes filled with excitement. Cute, you thought absently. Though, definitely not cuter than your big brother.

Despite your lack of social experience, the conversation began to flow more easily than you expected. Kai and Kazuo seemed easygoing, and before long, you found yourself relaxing around them. It felt like the beginning of a solid friendship, and you felt genuinely excited to start classes.

And then you ran into Satoru.

“Toru!” you called out, your face lighting up as you spotted his tall, lanky form in the courtyard. His back was to you, and he seemed deep in conversation with a small group of students. Smirking to yourself, you prepared another one of your “surprise attacks.”

With a playful leap, you pounced on him, causing him to stumble forward slightly before easily catching his balance. Spinning around, he grinned widely, his excitement obvious as he set you down.

“Well, look who it is!” he said, ruffling your hair with a playful grin. He seemed just as thrilled to see you, though it didn’t take long before he quickly pulled you over to his friends.

Turning back to the group, his tone brimmed with pride. “Guys, this is my little sister!” he announced, gently nudging you forward to stand in front of the two upperclassmen with him.

The girl stepped forward first, her warm caramel-colored hair matching the kindness in her eyes. She introduced herself, and you recognized her name immediately—she was the healer your brother had mentioned. She was even prettier than you’d imagined, exuding a calm, friendly energy.

The boy, on the other hand, was an entirely different presence. He stood nearly as tall as your brother, but where Satoru radiated lighthearted energy, this boy was all sharp edges and quiet intensity. His black hair was tied back in a neat bun, and his dark purple eyes seemed to pierce straight through you, observing your every move.

You knew who he was instantly.

Satoru had spent hours talking about him, and now, face-to-face, you understood why.

Suguru Geto.

And, honestly? You could immediately see why your brother admired him so much.

He was pretty damn handsome.

He was everything your brother wasn’t—where Satoru was soft, Suguru was hard. Where Satoru was bright, Suguru was dark.

And did you mention he was incredibly handsome.

Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you froze. His steady, piercing gaze seemed to root you in place, leaving you completely flustered.

“Hey! Hellooo?” Satoru’s voice snapped you out of your daze. Your face flushed hot as you realized you’d been staring.

“Aww, Suguru!” Satoru cooed, his voice dripping with exaggerated delight. “Looks like my lil’ sister’s got a crushy-wushy on you!”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your cheeks and squished them together, leaving you flustered and fuming.

“Shut up, Toru!” you yelled, your voice muffled and your face burning as you swatted at him, trying to pry yourself free.

Your attempts to smack him only made him laugh harder. He threw up his Infinity, keeping you at arm’s length as he continued his merciless teasing. “Aw, look how cute you are! Blushing so much! Suguru, isn’t she adorable?”

You shouted in protest, smacking at the invisible barrier, completely oblivious to the reactions of the two upperclassmen.

Suguru watched you with quiet amusement, his gaze softening just slightly, while the girl giggled under her breath. You hadn’t noticed their stares, too busy plotting ways to throttle your brother once he lowered his Infinity.

Suguru couldn’t peel his eyes away from you.

When Satoru had mentioned his little sister, he’d described a small child—someone he imagined tagging along like a baby duckling. What he hadn’t expected was… you.

Your white hair was styled in a neat half-up, half-down look, accentuating blue eyes that rivaled even your brother’s show stopping gaze. And your features? Sharp yet delicate, striking enough to put a model to shame.

Of course, you were a Gojo. It only made sense.

Still, Suguru found himself taken aback. If he had to describe you, you were like a lovelier, softer version of Satoru. The thought amused him briefly. If only Satoru wasn’t so obnoxiously irritating.

He caught himself silently hoping you didn’t share your brother’s personality.

What exactly had he expected when Satoru said his “baby sister” would be joining them this year? Certainly not someone who could knock the air out of a room just by walking into it.

Satoru’s relentless teasing snapped Suguru out of his thoughts.

“Satoru, enough teasing. You’re going to make her cry,” Suguru quipped, his tone carrying a playful edge as he poked at his best friend’s side.

“‘M not gonna cry!” you screeched, voice cracking slightly as you flushed a deep crimson. Your cheeks and ears were burning, and Suguru could tell you were teetering on the edge of tears—whether from embarrassment or frustration, he wasn’t sure.

The automatic thought that popped into his mind caught him off guard. Pretty.

He cleared his throat, brushing the thought aside, though his lips twitched upward at your flustered expression.

Satoru barked out a laugh, and Suguru couldn’t help but join him, their laughter ringing out as you continued to swat futilely at your brother’s Infinity.

p.2

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lemonmaid · 1 year ago

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Parenting 101

Enter gojo and geto pre-scenting items for their new pup

Warnings: omegaverse, toddler/Newborn reader, mentions of infertility, family Fluff. Worried Suguru, Gender Neutral reader, No one dies AU, modern AU

Did Suguru need to use Satoru's card and basically buy a whole store?

No.

But it wasn't like Satoru was going to complain or pay for it, that's the Gojo's Clan problem, plus they wouldn't care as long as it was for pup stuff.

“Papa, can we get McDonald's-”.

“I want a happy meal!”.

“No, I want KFC!!”.

“But we had that yesterday Mimiko-”.

Suguru pinched his nose, “no one is getting anything unless you start acting right, we are in the middle of the mall. Also it's almost dinner time, We have food at home”.

The four pups looked at Suguru wide eyed.

Megumi was starting to pout, the four year old's lip quivered, his milky scent quickly turning sour, Tsumiki noticed quickly, “Geto-san, Megumi is crying”.

Suguru sighed, picking up Megumi and pulling him into his neck. “Girls. Can you please grab the bags, we are going home”.

‘One more can't hurt he said, one more every time’

Satoru was currently at home with a lady that was currently filling out paperwork for a house study.

“So, Gojo-san. Four pups, you and your mate want one more?”.

Satoru huffed, “we… always wanted a big family…”

“How charitable-”

“Listen, can't you accept that we might actually like kids and want to have a loving family? we aren't in this for the money or tax benefits”.

The beta sighed, “Well… the house is big enough. Has enough bedrooms and bathrooms and I've already spoken to your mate and children the day before, I'll contact you when we find a good fit”.

Satoru sighed in relief. “Thank you so much”.

On cue, a tired Suguru, a sleeping Megumi and three rowdy girls walked into the house, “We're home!!”.

Satoru jumps up immediately, taking Megumi from Suguru, “Go rest hon, I've got it from here”. Suguru nods before dragging himself upstairs.

“Papa lied! There isn't any food!” Mimiko slammed the fridge-door.

Satoru nervously laughed, “she's joking”.

The beta woman raised an eyebrow, “here's my card info and the case number”. She says her goodbyes and leaves.

“Girls-”.

“I want KFC!!”

“Dad-”

“Gojo-san-”

“GIRLS!” Suguru yelled.

The three girls got quiet looking at Suguru who stood at the end of the stairs, “rooms now”.

The girls hurried to their rooms, leaving Megumi, who was napping on the couch.

“Is everything okay babe?”

Suguru sighed, “I'm just… nervous, stressed and overstimulated”.

Satoru wrapped Suguru in a tight hug, “it's going to be okay, we've done great with the other four, a newborn isn't any different”.

‘Isn't any different’. Suguru scoffed, when they took in Megumi and Tsumiki, Megumi needed to be potty trained and Tsumiki needed help brushing her teeth daily. Suguru sighed, “are we actually ready to have a newborn?”

Satoru shrugged, “I think so, I mean, the parenting books say we are ready”.

Suguru's eye twitched, “oh so what does the parenting say to do now”. He points up the stairs where the girls are eavesdropping. “Do we give in and buy KFC because I'm not touching a stove tonight-”.

“I'll cook”.

“You cannot cook”.

“Um… ramen?”.

Suguru sighed, “fine”.

As Satoru boiled water in the electric kettle, Suguru tended to the nursery, scenting all the blankets, pillows and stuffed animals that were being prepped for their newborn.

Suguru stared at the mountain of blankets, something felt off, nothing felt right.

Satoru interrupted his thoughts, “knock knock, are you feeling any better?”.

“I'm just….nervous. This is the first time We can scent anything for the pup. We couldn't do it for the other four, I didn't want to overwhelm them. Now I can scent-”.

“You're making yourself sick worrying like this, you'll be fine, they'll be fine”.

Suguru handed a blanket for Satoru to smell.

“We'll make sure they are loved”.

#geto x gojo #jjk x reader platonic #jjk gojo #jjk geto #baby megumi #jujutsu kaisen #omegaverse #jjk omegaverse #omega geto #alpha gojo #gojo satoru x geto suguru

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 9 months ago

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Not Weak

Highschool Gojo x reader classmate

Pairing: Gojo x reader (this can be seen as romantic or platonic since I didn’t really specify. I do like platonic friendship stories a lot tho)

Summary: You are trying your very hardest to catch up to your classmates and not get left behind.

Warnings: language, mentions of a little blood, fainting kinda

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Pathetic. There was really no other way to put it. Truly and utterly pathetic was what you were. All this training and yet you could barely summon any energy.

At this rate you’d only be able to defeat a raccoon.

“Ugh why can’t I do it…” you slump down on the tree, the target in front of you barely scratched.

You were a first year like your classmates, Gojo, Geto and Shoko but for some reason they were all improving and you were still stuck in the same place like a fly in mud. Your family had a technique, ice manipulation (excuse me while I make things up) but for some reason you were the only person who wasn’t an instant prodigy. It was extremely discouraging, especially when Gojo and Geto were so strong already.

“Hey snowflake, you’re getting better, almost felt a little chill there for a second”

“Gojo… did you come here just to make fun of me?”

“Aw cmon I wouldn’t do that, just wanted to see what you were up to, you weren’t at breakfast.”

“Just training… I’m close to a breakthrough I can feel it”

“Well do us all a favor and figure it out soon because this heat has been killing me- would love a personal air conditioner”

“You threw a rock aimed at his head which of course bounced off thanks to his new trick, infinity.”

“Rude” you just rolled your eyes and moved to stand again, ready to try again.

“Satoru stop picking on y/n” Geto emerged from the trees.

“Huh? I’m not picking on her, if anything she’s bullying me!”

“Yeah like that’s believable…” Shoko popped out behind Geto. Cigarette hanging from her lips.

“Great you’re all here…” you mumbled. Now you can all witness my patheticness…

“We didn’t see you all day, we got worried” shoko ever the sweet one looked at you concerned.

“Well I’m fine” you said with a bit more bite than you meant to.

“Ooh someone’s in a mood”

“Leave her alone Gojo she’s working hard unlike you”

“Why you little-“

“It’s not exactly a lie though is it”

“You to suguru?!? I thought you guys were my friends!”

During their little scuffle you snuck away. Your mind on one thing and one thing only. Getting your damn technique to work.

Once you were far enough away you positioned yourself towards a large boulder.

Ok breathe in

Breathe out

Focus

You raised your hand towards the boulder.

Focus

Prickles travelled up your arm towards your hand.

Ok now build the energy in the palm

Hold it

Don’t lose it come on!

Focus!

You trembled trying to control the energy

“FUCK” you felt your body jerk heavily and the energy disappear completely, like it did every damn time before you could even send it out.

You doubled over breathing heavily.

Why?! Why couldn’t you do it!? Were you always going to be this weak??? No, no you couldn’t… if you did they’d leave you behind… you couldn’t be left behind….

Again. You had to try again.

“Ok, focus” you repeated this cycle about a hundred more times or so it felt. It was nighttime but you were still at it.

Just……one……more…..time…..

“Urgh” you collapsed onto your hands and knees. Blood droplets coated the grass. You coughed a few more times before continuing your ritual.

Again… one more time…

But this time when you rose you stumbled and fell again.

Pathetic. Come you useless sorcerer get up. Every bone in your body was screaming but you ignored it completely and rose once more.

Focus

Foc-

Suddenly your target boulder blurred and you felt yourself tipping to the side.

“Woah hey, you ok?” Gojo…. What was he doing here. And most importantly why couldn’t you speak.

He held you upright and leaned down to look at your face,

“You look like hell…” his eyes gleamed in the darkness, appraising your sorry state.

“Mmfine” you slurred unconvincing.

“Hm yeah sure you are…” Gojo said sarcastically.

“Come on, let’s go find Shoko.”

“I don’t nee-“ your world spin again and gojo gripped you tighter so you wouldn’t fall.

“You were saying?” He raised an amused brow.

You sighed, there wasn’t really much training you could do when you couldn’t stand…

You nodded half heartedly in Gojos direction. You tried taking a step and stumbled,

“Alright stubborn Bambi up we go”

Ah!?

“Gojo I can walk, let me down!” His long legs easily carried you both across the training field in record time.

“Stop moving or I’ll drop you geez”

“Gojo-“you sighed in defeat. Hating yourself even more for getting dizzy again and being forced to lean your head on his chest.

“Don’t wake shoko… just need sleep…” you whispered but you knew he heard it”

He looked down at you and thought for a moment.

“Uh you sure? You were coughing up blood you know…”

“Mm sure…” you mumbled already halfway to lala land. For trash like him, he sure did smell good…

“Ok fine but in the morning you should at least let her-….aaaaand you’re asleep.” He sighed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. He frowned a bit at your state. He knew you were trying but some people just weren’t cut out for this line of work. He wasn’t trying to be mean or anything, it was just the truth…

He knew you wouldn’t take that well if he told you that though. Ugh why did things have to be so complicated!?!

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The next morning you felt like a hundred bricks were weighing you down.

You groaned as you tried to sit up. Every single part of you ached.

You vaguely remembered last night with Gojo. Heat rose shamefully to your cheeks. How embarrassing it was that he had to carry you and to top it off you fell asleep on him!? How were you going to face him ugh…

It took about a hour for pain meds to kick in enough for you to shower, change and promptly make your way to the training grounds again. You would make sure this time though you wouldn’t push yourself to the point of collapsing.

Ten minutes later you were in front of the same boulder in the same position.

Familiar pinprickles soon formed in your palm

Focus…

Foc-

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Fuck

Your concentration was abruptly broken by the unmistakable voice of your midnight savior.

“training duh” you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Are you really that eager to fall into my arms again?”

You rolled your eyes and turned towards him,

“That was… well I guess I should be thanking you… sorry for the trouble last night…” you mumbled scratching the back of your neck.

“Mm I’d believe you expect for the fact that you seem eager to repeat last nights fiasco.”

“I’m fine now… I’ll know when I should stop…”

That was a lie, you both knew it.

You turned back to your target hoping that Gojo would leave you alone.

Palm raised up

Focus

Just a bit more…

Almost there…

Ah! Your body jerked like it did every freakin time and you let out a labored breath.

Gojo watched silently from the sidelines

You tried a few more times, your breathing and now coughing getting worse and worse each breath.

Finally when he felt you truly were at your limit again he decided to stop you.

Your eyes widened in surprise at the hand clutching your wrist because honestly you thought he had left awhile ago.

“What ….are you ….doing…?” You asked between heavy breaths.

“You’re gonna pass out if you keep going”

“I won’t… I’m ok really, just a few more then I’ll stop…”

“Yeah no, that’s not happening,”

“Let go, seriously it’s fine, I need to train-“

“When did you become more stubborn than me huh?” You tried pulling but he wouldn’t budge.

“If I let go are you gonna stop?”

“…… yes”

“You’re a horrible liar” he deadpanned.

“Ugh just quit it Gojo! Don’t you have better things to do than babysit me?? Can’t you see I’m trying to train over here??” You were starting to get really annoyed now.

“….” Should he say it? Should he say that maybe you weren’t cut out for this life? That maybe you should quit trying? Could he say it? It would break you he knew but better a broken you than a dead one….

You saw the change in his eyes and gulped suddenly uneasy, “what…?”

“Maybe…. Maybe it’s time to stop…” in his defense, he really was thinking about what’s best for you.

But you on the other hand…

Your eyes were wide as saucers. His words echoed like a deadly bell that sealed your worst nightmare. He said only a few words but you understood the deeper meaning behind them in an instant.

Weak

Pathetic

Useless

He and everyone else knew it

And now you were going to be left behind.

Against your will tears beagn to burn in your eyes.

“Y-You-“ but the words choked in your throat.

“I w-won’t” you whispered, hot tears now streaming down your cheeks while you yanked your hand away from him and he finally let you.

He looked at you with a face you hated more than anything, pity…

“Stop it….” You felt your emotions start to rise.

“Stop looking at me like that! I will get strong! I won’t stop! I can’t stop! So don’t you of all people tell me to stop!”

“Ok, listen I’m sorry, just calm down alright,” he held his hands up trying to calm you but it just make you angrier.

“No- I won’t calm down! You don’t get to come here and tell me I’m weak when I’ve been trying my hardest to get stronger! Not everyone is a prodigy like you Gojo!! But mark my words I’m going to kick your ass one day and make you regret ever underestimating me!!”

“I’m not trying to call you weak-“

“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY, CANT YOU YOU’RE ONLY MAKING THINGS WORSE! JUST GO ALREADY!”

“Y/n-”

“NO-ENOUGH! IM NOT WEAK! IM NOT WEAK IM NOT WEAK!!”

“CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH”

Both you and Gojo froze, eyes wide at the sudden noise. Slowly your heads turned simultaneously to the left where your hand was outstretched, towards the boulder- sorry correction- the pile of very teeny tiny rubble.

Wha??

“Gojo….”

“Y/n….”

You both slowly turned around to each other

Then promptly burst into excited smiles and loud laughter.

“I did it!!!”

“You did it!!!”

“I did it!!!!”

You jumped onto each other hugging and jumping up and down like children.

“See I told you I could do it!!!”

“You did didn’t you!?!!”

“I’m gonna be strong Gojo!! I will!!”

“You’ll be kicking my ass in no time!!”

You both were laughing like crazy people

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“Uhhh…. What the hell did we just walk in to….” -Shoko

“I’m not sure I even wanna know….”-Geto

- How I imagine them hugging lol

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Hope you guys enjoyed! This was just a quick thing I wrote, was in the mood for some friendship fluff.

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mistyeyedforest · 8 months ago

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Perfect family of too many as you saw it.

There was the over bearing fathers, Geto and Gojo. They were fine at first, respecting your personal boundaries when you demanded it but they got antsy at not being able to touch bade with their newly “adopted” child. Often forced out the room by prying hands or a curse that always looked cotton candy sweet.

Then there was the brothers, overprotective, but sweet. Yuji and Megumi. They were somewhat of an escape from the fathers but still crazy. Often sitting in your personal space but never speaking, aside from Yuji who spoke his vocal cords to tearing.

The other two that remained were the sisters. They were, fine. Mimiko and Nanako, often wanting to braid your hair or just sit with you. Kind of hard to push them away when they threaten to tell Geto of your bad behavior and unfairness even if they had braided a knot into your hair.

It was a perfect family.

Perfect to their terms.

They only saw through rose stained glass, never transparent.

Escape was impossible when everyone in the family was impossibly strong, Yuji’s harboring a curse that often took control and stared over your sleeping form at night.

Though one night you awoke, looking at your make believe brothers tattooed face.

“Do you want a way out?” Sukuna rasped.

#yandere concept #yandere #platonic #platonic yandere #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere yuji #yandere megumi #yandere nanami #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk geto #jjk fanfic

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stsgooo · 11 months ago

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Love, Hate, Love.

✩࿐ summary: shoko reminisces.

warning(s): death, description of gore, angst, hurt no comfort, depression, bit of a character study(?), sad yuri. wc; 3.2k

pairing(s): ieiri shoko/fem!gojo!reader.

a/n: this is kinda messy, but i love shoko and wanted to write something for her so :3 excuse anything that just

SHOKO STARED DOWN AT THE BODY OF ITADORI YUJI AND SHE FELT AN ARRAY OF EMOTIONS.

Disdain. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. Exhaustion. Slight, slight sadness. Emptiness.

She didn’t know Itadori Yuji well. She had only met him for a few minutes when he was passed out and thrown onto one of the many medical bay beds by Gojo. Had patched up the rather small cuts and bruises, listened as the tall teacher described the King of Curses. Then sent him on his way.

Shoko hadn’t seen Itadori again until he was a corpse on her table.

It wasn’t that Shoko was sadden by this strange boy’s loss. Not entirely. She had no attachments or thoughts on the boy. Even when he had gotten everyone talking.

No, it was more about what Itadori Yuji represented in that moment.

Death was a common thing to happen within their world. Every day it was something new. Whether it be non-sorcerer, sorcerer, or a random animal, there was death to be following. Random at most, but there were few instances where it was intentional. Where the grapevine of gossip lead to something catastrophic. That it lead to the death of a young sorcerer with great potential.

Itadori hadn’t been the first to die. And he certainly wasn’t the last.

No. No, Shoko could recall her first vividly.

First, it had been Yomada Han in their first year. A third year that had been the last of his class. He’d run into a trouble, died messily. It’d been the first time she dissected a body. The first time she threw up over it too. It’d been the first time she had a cigarette too.

He’d been sent off to slaughter because of his hand in some clan mess. They thought it was justification enough for his murder death.

Dissecting and seeing death got a little easier from then. Shoko didn’t throw up anymore. She didn’t get angry or question why someone was on her slab. It was just what happened. She came to accept it.

The second had been… well, Gojo Y/N.

Shoko was still unclear on what exactly happened that day. She can just recall the dread and sickness that flushed over her when she saw her sprawled out on the cot. The way Gojo’s voice shook and pleaded with her— desperately trying to appease to Shoko’s good side as if she hadn’t wanted to save her. As if that’s the only thing Shoko wanted to do.

She’d seen a lot by then. Geto’s chest wide open, the insides of various students and curses, bloody limbs. But she had never seen something quite like that.

It was so surreal to have been speaking to someone a day before, smiling and laughing, sharing touches and secrets. Then have half of their brains scattered on your table the next.

Still and silent. The entire time she had been still and silent.

It was all so sickening.

Shoko hadn’t even been able to take a step towards her before she was throwing up the food she’d consumed in the last 24 hours. Tears flushing down her cheeks and bile rising in her throat. Brains trailed into the room and blood dripped from the end of the table onto the ground like a leaky faucet.

She was sick. She was sick. Shoko couldn’t stop being sick.

Then, she hadn’t been sure what to do as the white haired boy pleaded and cried. As his twin remained limp in his hold. Shoko had just watched with trembling lips, shaking hands pressed against her mouth.

She was dead before she was even found.

Shoko had concluded such during the autopsy. As she pushed tears away behind her protective goggles, cutting into her… her….(what? Her friend? Her friend.) As she cut into her friend’s bones and body. Gojo Y/N had been dead the moment the curse made contact and dealt the blow. The moment her skull cracked open and her brain turned to mush, she was gone.

At least, that’s what she reassured Gojo and Geto (and herself) with.

"They said it was a Grade Two," Gojo had said in a whisper, slumped in his seat, eyes uncharacteristically vacant as he stared at the ground. A hollowness that embraced them all was evident and clear. "They sent her with Nanami and Haibara because it was a Grade Two. So why are they both dead? Why is my sister dead? Why was it a fucking Local Deity? It was a Special Grade!"

Gojo had broken down then. A mess of rage full tears as he uttered on about how it was a mistake. One that costed his other half, since birth, to die. It was surreal to see the Strongest reduced to this. A bumbling mess. While he tried to piece together the puzzle of death. As he questioned the justification behind his sister’s death.

Shoko had wished she was afforded the same.

"Satoru," Geto had whispered, oddly blank and hollow himself. As he always had been back then. For a year he’d been a husk of who he once was. Body always tense, always frail and alert. Tired and withering. "You know how she is… was. She would’ve tried saving Haibara no matter the grade."

Haibara had been the third.

He held out longer than her. Given that she’d jumped in front of the curse to save him. Still, he’d been split in half. Nanami only retrieving his upper half with a pale face and hollow eyes. Still, he died.

What was the point of her dying if the one she saved died too?

Shoko wasn’t sure

And neither was Gojo.

"Yeah, and now there two dead sorcerers!" Gojo had shot from his chair. Fast enough that it bounced off the wall and made a horrible sound throughout the empty hallway. Shoko could recall the way she flinched back the moment she felt Gojo's technique fire up. A barrier between him and the people he cared about. An unrelenting and unchecked power that kept his rage contained. "W-Who even cares about Haibara—?"

"Satoru." Geto's tone had darkened considerably. His face shadowed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Any other time Shoko would've ran away. She would've made some comment about them being annoying trash, then stalk off with her in her shadow.

Not now. Not ever again.

Gojo's face crumbled, he grew desperate at Geto's call, "I... Why does it have to be her?" His eyes split to Shoko, narrowed and angry. "I thought you could do something."

Shoko, taken aback, had tensed. "Half of her brain—"

"You love her, right?" Gojo had continued, ruthlessly, "Right?"

A nod.

"Then you should've saved her!"

"Satoru!" Geto's hand wrapped around Gojo's arm, pulling him away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm wrong?"

"Yes!"

"What the fuck do you know, Suguru?"

"What do I know? I know that you're..."

Their voices had faded away as Shoko stared endlessly at Gojo's previous spot. A well of tears collecting in her eyes as her hands buried deep within her pockets, clenched and shaking. Her technique was great, it was amazing. She'd done a lot even before she was 18.

So why couldn't she save her?

It stuck around with her for a long time. Well after Gojo had stomped off with tears flowing down his face. Well after Geto had conjured up the last bits of his fake kindness and apologized, tried to comfort Shoko. Well after she was alone in her dorm, holding onto the pieces of her that were suddenly all Shoko had left.

Death was sudden. It was the last curtain call. In their line of work, there was usually no time for goodbyes or last words. Much like this situation. It was inevitable and everyone would meet their making sooner or later— it was only a matter of when. It was better to accept you wouldn't get nice little bows in at the end of your life instead of constantly thinking about it.

Still, Shoko had wondered if there was a possibility she could've saved her. Wondered what she would've said in her last moments if she had the chance to say goodbye.

It was a bad downward spiral to commit herself to. Especially when she was alone in the dark, laying in her bed, staring endlessly at the ceiling above.

It was flat-out dangerous to wonder when she was wrist deep in her chest cavity.

Shoko was best for it. Allegedly. She was the best bet to tell them all exactly what happened to her technique and body as she died.

Originally, Shoko had been tempted to just write that Gojo Y/N lost her brain. What else was there to report? What else could her family possibly want to know?

But then bitter curiosity got the best of her. She needed to know everything. She didn't even care about what the Gojo's wanted to know. Shoko herself had to know if her soul— if the technique just... vanished.

She wasn't really sure what she expected when she stood over her in the morgue. How she would possibly cut her open and scoop out her organs as if she hadn't been speaking to her two days ago. Had been engaged in conversations. Blushing when their hands brushed against one another. As if she hadn't—

"Shoko, what do you want while we're gone?" She had stopped by before they were to be sent off, lightly sprinkled white H/C hair. Expression light, but serious, as it usually was. "Treats, shirt, another body for you to pick around in? Ew, by the way."

Usually, a girl wouldn't think anything of it. But Shoko, elbow deep within a curse, blushed like she was an elementary girl. "Sorry"

She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smile small yet tender, "So? What does sweet, sweet Shoko-chan want as a souvenir?"

Shoko always had a hard time believing Y/N was a Gojo. Especially the same product line of Gojo Satoru, who was just... the opposite of her. This girl was intelligent and kind, beautiful and timid. Self-aware, selfless, and She wasn't anything like the boy she shared the womb with, or birthday, or name. A twin. Same blood, same name, everything them. But so distinctly different.

"I'm not really interested in anything." Shoko had replied with a tilt of her lips and a shrug of her shoulders, pulling away from the curse corpse to face her fully.

Y/N's eyebrows raised, "Really? You're not interested in a single thing?"

"Not really," She walked closer, "What did the others get?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not entirely sure—"

"Gojo-senpai!" Haibara had barreled around the corner, loud and grinning, his hair flopping as he bounced around. "Geto-senpai would like something sweet for himself and your brother!"

She had released a bitter sound, fond and amused, but bitter all the same, "Of course he'd be thinking about Satoru." She turned back to Shoko with a small tilt of her lips. "You sure you don't want anything, Shoko?"

Shoko wondered if things would be different if she said anything else than what she had. If she asked for some ridiculous sweet or a stupid shirt, would things have ended differently? If she kept her around for a little longer, would someone realize the misclassification of the curse? Could Shoko have done something?

Who knows. All she said was, "Just come back. That's enough for me."

Her face had scrunched up, a light laugh leaving her as she turned, waving a hand, "Just for you, Shoko! See you around."

It wasn't anything special. Her goodbye had been a teasing promise. A nonchalant wave. Nothing special. Another day. It wasn't anything special.

So why did it have to be the last?

The autopsy ended abruptly. As Shoko held onto a trash bin, sobbing and throwing up the little food she had in the past two days, Yaga put it in the hands of someone much older. Much more detatched.

Gojo Y/N had died almost instantly. Before she could even activate her technique.

That sparked up a chatter at her funeral.

If the affair wasn't sickening and horribly in the first place, the conversation that took place most certainly was.

The people that attended outside of Shoko and Geto where just some old clan members either from the "Big Three" or some lowly ones. They all kind of just loitered around as they ate food and conversated. Nothing exciting, nothing entirely too telling of their grief either.

She couldn't ever recall Gojo or Y/N talking much about the other clans. If only to drag them through the mud, express their great distaste, or general displeasure. Shoko just knew that an occasion like this, filled with old people and terribly traditional things, was something that the girl nor her brother wanted. She knew that they all like the Gojo's about as much as the Gojo's liked them. Which was not very much.

It was only as Shoko was using the bathroom that she overheard what they truly thought.

"I heard that she didn't even have the time to activate her technique before it killed her."

"It's not like her technique would've done much against a Special Grade anyway. The Six Eyes got all the potential. If anything, that boy that got killed alongside her had more skill."

"I thought she had some type of power?"

"That's just a lie the family put out to calm their egos. They gave birth to the Six Eyes while giving birth to a useless girl right after."

"Poor thing."

"I wouldn't worry. The girl was a bit airheaded, she probably didn't even know she was boring."

It took everything in Shoko not to snap. To not ruin their gossip with her petulant cries of anger. It was just wrong. What they thought of her. There's never been something so wrong.

Y/n was different and amazing, magnificent and interesting. She was strong in ways that Gojo wasn't. She could hold her own. She was intelligent on things outside of jujutsu just as much as she was in things regarding jujutsu. Shoko wasn't sure where they got their information but it was wrong. It'd always been wrong.

Seven days later, Geto killed an entire village.

Thought about her and Haibara the whole time. The mountain of bodies that came with being a sorcerer. Killed 112 people just because he was angry and sad. At least, that's what Geto had said to her.

Shoko wished she could've destroy a whole village in her grief.

Those are all the things Shoko thought as she slips on her gloves, glancing back at where Gojo and Ijichi were standing in the corner.

"Hey, you guys, I'm gonna get started," Shoko says flatly, with her usual detachment. It'd been years since she felt uncomfortable or disgusted with this job. Just a normal routine now. "You gonna just sit there and watch?"

She snaps her glove into place at the same time Ijichi's face visibly pales and his jaw drops, Gojo's own face screwing up into something akin to shock. She was about to ask what was wrong, but—

"Whoa! Full frontal!"

Shoko whirls around to look at Itadori Yuji who looks, shockingly, fine.

Well, Shoko's never had someone come back to life in her morgue before. (No matter how much she's begged.)

She tugs down her mask, staring at the boy with disappointment, "Well, this is too bad."

Itadori blinks, a faint blush on his cheeks, "Um... who are you?"

"Yuji!" Gojo stands, a beaming grin on his lips as he walks forward, hand extended. "Welcome back!"

The teen lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hand against his teacher's for a loud slap that almost makes Shoko wince.

"I'm back!" Itadori cheers, smiling back.

"You sure are!" Gojo then tucks his hands into his jacket, turning around to face Shoko and Ijichi. "Hey, can I speak to you outside for a minute? Ijichi, get Yuji something to change into."

"O-Of course, Gojo-san!"

Shoko doesn't even dignify Gojo a response, lazily making her way out of the room with bored eyes. There went an afternoon of digging through Sukuna's vessel's organs and finding out what made him so different from the others. What allowed him to inhabit the King of Curses while so many others had died trying. It would make for perfect research. Fun and interesting.

But the kid just had to wake up. From death.

(She tired to ignore how many times she'd imagined her waking up on her table too.)

"Ugh, now I have to go back and change the report." Shoko utters bitterly once the two adults are outside.

"No, leave it as is." Shoko snaps her eyes to Gojo, who keeps his carefree smile on his face. "Before he's targeted again, I'd like to at least give Yuji some basic training. Please leave him listed as deceased in the report."

Shoko frowns, tucking her hands into her pockets, "Then Yuji will have to go into hiding for good."

"Nah, I'll have him ready in time for the Goodwill Event."

The Goodwill Event. Now, that was something she wasn't entirely concerned with. Something she didn't think Gojo was either.

"Why?" Shoko utters.

"Easy. I refuse to keep that kid from losing the best years of his life. Not just him, but everyone."

The way he says it is tender and true. Said with his heart and his soul. Despite how childish Gojo has always been, he's been terribly aware of when kids should be kids. Something he'd been keenly aware of when he was a kid himself.

Gojo suddenly tilts his head, smile distant and incredibly sad, "Not to mention... he kind of reminds me of Y/N, y'know?"

Shoko's steps falter. They've never really engaged in a conversation about her before. Never really a chance or reason to. Shoko figured they always had their own thoughts and opinions about what happened. Their own grief pushed down to be ignored. Never addressed.

But he—

"Bit of an airhead, but he means well. Smart when it calls for it. Wants to do the right thing no matter if it's his life on the line." Gojo stops a few feet ahead of Shoko, back stiff and, unfortunately, unreadable to her. "I wonder what she'd think of all this."

Shoko draws in a breath, inching closer to lean on the railing overlooking the courtyard. "She'd be disgusted to learn you're a teacher."

"Disgusted?" Gojo repeats with a pout. Shoko just knows that his eyes are narrowed behind his blindfold. "And she wouldn't judge you for cheating your way through med school?"

"She would, but I wouldn't care." Shoko rolls her eyes.

Gojo presses his lips together, leaning on the railing next to her, "I don't think I would either... as long as she was here."

Shoko tenses and her eyes grow distant as she watches leaves twirl and fall in the distance. Her ears begin to ring and she thinks, for one single moment, that Gojo is right. If she just had her right next to her. Breathing, talking— living. Then Shoko might be one of the happiest people alive. She wouldn't care about any of this. She wouldn't worry about anyone leaving or dying. She would just—

What was the point of think about something not possible?

11 years. They needed to let go already.

"I'll make sure Itadori is, in all the official ways, dead." Shoko pushes away from the railing and begins to make her way back to her office (ignoring the soft snort Gojo gave). "Make sure he doesn't die again before you can train him."

"I'll do my absolute best."

11 years. What's a few more minutes with her memory.

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perfiqq · 2 months ago

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DETENTION WITH THE SASHISU TRIO

you and your classmates were stuck after-school in the desolate classroom, forced to write some 5-page essay about "the consequences of using jujutsu carelessly". two desk conjoined together to make a faux table where the second years sat around together working in misery. scatters of papers and stationary littered the desk (thanks to gojo.) looking like a intense last-minute studying of a college kids desk for an exam worth 20% of their grade

trapped with the stagnant air of the classroom, mixed with the june heat mingling together made some form of gas killing any intellectual coherence to form a sentence. the sunset coming from the windows didn't help either, the orange hue casting over you feeling like a warm blanket, hits of sleepiness radiating from the setting sun

how did you and your friends get in this situation? of course, gojo. (and you guys but we always blame gojo)

sent to a mission to exorcise some curses in an abandoned temple, all 4 went due to the apparent sighting where a mass of curses were residing there, a community of small fish who stick together to seem predatory, where they can team up on any explorer visiting the place

yaga couldn't possibly think a group of 16 year old experienced sorcerers will fuck up that badly

instead of exorcising the curses, gojo started a mini-cat fight between the two onwho could cause the most damage. of course, you and shoko add fuel to fire adding bets on who would win.

*behold fucking spammed lapse blues*, oh wow the temple is literally destroyed- now there's a fucking DRAGON SUMMONED and now the whole thing is in flames!

of course, you were recording the scene while ierei hit a smoke, both giggling ferociously until your camera was whipped away

panned to yaga-sensei in all his tired and disappointed glory

"you guys didn't even put a curtain on."

and now, here you are, forced in slavery (detention) to do grueling labor (writing) with your fellow innocent comrades (who are extremely at fault)

gojo whined, breaking the agreed upon silence of shame, pushing his body and chair away with his legs, a ugly screech forced out by the friction of the metallic legs and wooden floor rubbing together.

"this sucks! my brain hurts!!" a dramatic stretch of arms and legs accompanied, similar to how a cat would stretch after a long rest from doing nothing besides meowing all day

suguru only raised his brows, purple eyes still stuck on his notebook as he scribbled fancy, obscure words that would make an english professor ask if it's another language

"how can you feel hurt for something you didn't even use?." he mutters quietly. then a glance at his paper filled with doodles and barely legible writing made him add "or something you don't even have."

gojo would then stand up, banging his hands on the table, dust jumping from the sudden table

"what does that even mean?!" he said furrowing his brows "i'm in clear pain!" he gritted his teeth, not liking the fact he was brushed off. you and shoko didn't even have a muscle react, suguru didn't even look at him

"the fact you proved his point is crazy." shoko sighs as the insult flies over his head. flipping another page to continue the long-ass essay of moral bullshit Yaga made them do.

satoru felt sweat drop fall down his temple, gritting his teeth seeing how far his classmates were close to finishing, sitting down with his arms crossed. (he barely finished the first page, preferring to cater to his digimon the past hour.) geto was nearly finished, half a page left. whilst you and shoko trailing behind by another half a page. (you two were taking turns writing a page, letting the other copy with different phrasing.)

satoru only kept whining about random bullshit rather than doing the work, the friends only adding slight insulting remarks satoru didn't understand, but knew it was meant to be insulting.

turning to you for help, his eyes burned to you, feeling the intense gaze behind his sunglasses, who was sitting across from him. being the only one who didn't join the bashing of the six-eyes wielder, he silently pleaded for your defense. mistaking your silence as silent disagreement to the duos comments. in reality, you silently enjoyed it as a podcast.

of which, you only stifled a smirk, own eyes looking at the lanky boy after your eyes been glued to the paper silently the last hour.

"you know guys, knock it off," shoko raised a brow at that comment, you? defending gojo after being the biggest hater of gojo? (after utahime of course. and while you were a hater by the the sense of teasing. utahime was a hater in the sense of actually hating him.)

"it's not good to bully gojo.." you finally added after a long pause, "like seriously knock it off " you said more serious. "not funny." you looked between the two.

geto and shoko were a bit taken back, shoko scrunching her nose, crossing her arms while geto only grazed his teeth with his tongue and continued writing in silence.

it was slightly awkward, especially since you were always the one leading the torment of gojo satoru.

gojo only tilt his head, he was asking out of fake sadness, but he warmed up from the defense. even if it was not needed, the fact you wanted to defend him made him have a snarky smile plastered on. directed at the two as the glasses fell to the nose of his bridge, blue eyes squinting in satisfaction.

"aren't you defensive, today" shoko rested the palm of her cheek against the desk. pen pointing accusingly at you.

"of course." you paused before smirking.

"you shouldn't bully gojo for something he can't control."

"being an idiot is already hard enough."

the three of you erupted in laughter, the white-head jaws dropped in vexation.

"fuck all of you!"

#sashisu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jjk #gojo x reader #getou suguru x reader #shoko x reader #platonic

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deathshallbethelastenemy · 1 year ago

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something's made your eyes go cold (6)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader but mostly TEEN!geto x FEM!reader (platonic) - soulmate AU

TW⚠️: geto suguru defects soooo be warned, reader is not a sorcerer, geto is beyond mean, angst/hurt, gojo does not show up at the end, friends to enemies, mentions of sex, and loss of virginity off screen (from gojoxreader)

a/n: special chapter for my fav criminal💜 this is not proofread!!!!!

something's gone terribly wrong

Geto Suguru appreciated Satoru's soulmate, besides him, his best friend would have another constant in his life. Someone else who would care for him unconditionally, and just like Suguru vowed to protect Satoru - he vowed to protect her. He was strong after all, and the strong must protect the weak.

When Satoru wasn't there, it was Suguru who would keep her safe from curses; curses that reared their ugly heads when Satoru wasn't around. They were far more daring when she was alone, even if Suguru was with her. He was nowhere near as fearsome as his best friend, but he handled the curses just fine without him.

Let the curses underestimate him, it made them easier to deal with, easier to keep her safe from harm.

If Gojo Satoru was on a mission and Suguru was still in the city, then he would routinely check up on her - Satoru couldn't warp at long distances yet, so if anything happened to her, he would not make it in time, so Suguru took it upon himself to be her protector. She needed it and Satoru needed her, and Suguru cared for them both deeply.

Sept. 19, 2006

' ' it's getting dark and it's all so quiet ' '

A curse tried to latch itself onto her when Satoru was cities away on mission, Suguru exorcised it expertly, with her back turned to him without even realizing she was ever in danger.

A soft smile graced his lips, "Everything alright?"

She jumped at his gentle voice, not realizing he was behind her, "Ah, Geto," she returned his gentle smile, "I didn't see you there. I'm alright, you?"

"I'm doing fine," Suguru looked up at the cloudy sky, "Come on, it looks like it's gonna rain. I'll walk you home."

The walk was full of light and awkward chit chat, despite Suguru's best efforts to be friendly. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, they had only met a couple of times; he supposed it would take time for her to warm up to him, at least she wasn't given him the cold shoulder like had been to Satoru. Suguru never put in a good word in for his best friend, he had said awful things about her - Satoru deserved her silent treatment.

Suguru wasn't too worried about it though. They were soulmates and while he didn't understand it, he had always admired it. He was even proud of Satoru for discarding his old and stupid opinions of her and actually putting in work to try and win her over.

"Thank you, Geto," She awkwardly waved goodbye to him when they arrived outside her family's bakery.

Suguru only smiled, "No problem."

He turned to leave and scrunched his nose up the gray sky. He was going to get caught in the rain for sure.

Oh well, "See ya."

Suguru's phone buzzed in his pockets:

Gojo.S: thank you :)

The shops bell chimed, and then, chimes again, and she yelled for him.

Suguru tilted his towards her, half-shocked, she had never called out to him before, but there she was with her hands outstretched towards him - a clear plastic umbrella and a styrofoam to go box.

Suguru gingerly took them from her hands, "Thank you."

Her cheeks were slightly pink when their hands brushed, "It's the least I could do. Thank you again for walking me home."

With that, he left with the protection of the umbrella from the rain and hot pastry warming up his hand.

His phone buzzed again:

Gojo.S: no way, she likes you more than me, right???

Gojo.S: I'll fight you >:( don't think that I won't

Suguru chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Geto.S: guess that means she has better taste than I thought

A flurry of rushed texts blew up his phone - worth it.

Nov. 28, 2006

' ' i thought i had you figured out ' '

A text had woken him up in the morning. Suguru was expecting it to be Satoru, sending him photos of his lastest mission away from Tokyo, but no, it was ______.

____._: sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but do you know what sweets are satoru's favorites and his favorite flavored cake???

____._: he never says he just eats anything sweet

That certainly sounded like Satoru.

Suguru yawned as he typed out:

Geto.S: He's a glutton

Geto.S: I'm sure anything will be fine but he does prefer kikufuku as for the cake - angel cake seems to be the best option

He rubbed his eyes and slid his phone closed, he needed to change into his uniform - wait... no, he needed to shower first.

His phone buzzed in his night stand. He gave it a quick look over, before he ridded himself of his clothes and hopped in the shower:

____._: thank you!!!! I owe you big time :D

____._: you like soba right?? My treat!

Suguru was glad, she felt like she could rely on him. He wanted to be relied on, if she relied on him, the easier it was to keep her safe from anything that tried to grab her in the darkness.

There had been too many close calls and it all reminded him of - No, she was not Riko. Suguru would not make the same mistakes.

When he got out of the shower and changed, he texted her back.

Geto.S: We can go shopping together

Geto.S: Are you free at 4:15?

Thirty minutes later she texted back:

____._: yep, where do you wanna meet?

Geto.S: I'll meet you at your school

Geto.S: We'll leave from there

____._: See you then :D

Suguru was right on time waiting outside of her school gates. He kept his eyes trained on curses energy residuals, and the curse dwelling on at the school - none of them were powerful, none of them posed a real threat to anyone.

Good, he could rest easy for now.

A bag slung around her shoulder, she enthusiastically waved at him as she ran up to him with a bright smile quirking her lips up, "Geto!"

Suguru's smile was as it always was soft, but this time he wasn't tip-toeing around her, afraid he would scare her away.

They were friends.

Of course, he kept things from her like the curses that tried to hurt her, but so did Satoru, but he supposed, Satoru didn't need to - nothing dared to touch her while he was around her. She couldn't even see them, so Suguru didn't feel the need to worry her about it, especially when he would protect her from it. She was already worried about Satoru as it was, no point in adding something else on to the list.

She chewed on her lip, "His mission isn't too dangerous is it?"

Suguru placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "No, he will be back in two days tops."

Still, she closed her eyes to check on him. He didn't blame her if he had felt Satoru die, he would check on him all the time.

She quickly blushed in embarrassment when she realized Suguru was watching, "I'm not a stalker -"

Suguru laughed.

Her cheeks burned into darker and brighter shade of red, "Don't laugh at me! I'm just -"

"Worried?" He chuckled out, "Come on, worry wart. If I remember correctly you owe me a soba."

Today, a curse user tried to sneak up behind her. To take her or kill her, Suguru didn't know. Not that it mattered, he pummeled him into a bloody pulp and called a window to take him back to jujutsu tech where he would wait trial by the higher ups.

Execution, no doubt. Suguru didn't care that's what the curse user gets for trying to pick on the weak, and on his best friend's soulmate no less. If anything, Suguru considered him lucky - it would've gone worse for him if Satoru had been the one to catch him. Forget about being beatened to a bloody pulp, imagine getting erased with a shot of hollow purple? Very lucky.

"Geto," she called out to him as she showed him a shirt, "what about this one?"

Suguru pocketed his bruised knuckles, "Yeah, he'll like that one."

She cheerfully skipped to the cash register and waited for the man to ring her up.

Suguru's eyes narrowed at the man, he seemed normal, but something was bothering him. Suguru was behind her in a few quick steps, his face seemingly expressionless when he took the bag from the clerks hand, before she could even raise her hand to grab it for herself.

The clerk waved them off as both teenagers said thank you, but Suguru lagged slightly behind her with his hand on the small of her back, keeping his senses trained on the clerk until they were at a safe distance, but then he saw a woman standing ominously a little ways away from them. A glance behind him and he saw the store clerk - shit. This was fine, nothing he couldn't handle, but his friend would no longer be blissfully ignorant about the dangers that were lurking around her.

"Yo!"

Suguru's shoulders visibly relaxed. The grip on her waist loosened as he waved at Gojo Satoru. The girl's smile widened into something more joyful as she wrapped her arms around Satoru's torso, pulling him into a warm hug.

Satoru rested his head on top of hers as he always did now and only kept one arm around her, but still hugged her close to his chest.

"You're back early," Suguru raised his fist and Satoru fist bumped him in greeting.

Satoru grinned, "It was easy peasy."

She peered her head up from his chest with the warmest smile, "So you're not hurt?"

"Nah," Satoru placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "nothing can touch me."

But Suguru was the flicker in his best friend's eyes, not much concern for himself, but for her, and Suguru knew why Satoru had come back early and why he had no doubt finished his mission as quickly as possible; Satoru had seen the store clerk for what he truly was through her eyes.

Suguru remembered the time, he had asked Satoru, if closing his eyes would leave him vulnerable. Satoru had smirked and smugly said:

"Nope, my six eyes work just fine. It just takes a little more focus."

Satoru's smugness was all Suguru needed to know that it took no effort at all to do what he does when he looks through her eyes, especially when he does it constantly.

Suguru casted his gaze back in front of him, the woman was gone and he could no longer sense the store clerk.

Of course, they were gone. One thing was fighting Geto Suguru, it was another fighting Gojo Satoru.

She tip-toed and kissed Satoru's cheek.

Suguru smirked, "I thought you two weren't dating?"

She turned pink, "We're not."

"Yet," Satoru added with a smug smile.

After they dropped her off home and Satoru begrudgingly let her go, (Suguru didn't know why he was pouting so much seeing as he was most likely going to see her tonight) Satoru pout widened into a grin.

"I have a plan."

Suguru let out a hearty laugh when he explained what his plan was - Operation: Love Quest.

Oh, he couldn't wait to tell Shoko.

Feb. 12, 2007

' ' i have known it all this time ' '

Valentine's Day was approaching and Suguru was now a victim of Satoru's incessant shopping sprees. Nothing was too much for his soulmate, he needed to get her everything.

Flowers (she liked pink peonies the most, Suguru learned recently), chocolates, sweets, dresses, jewelry, more sweets, and god knew what else.

"You've gotten her enough," Suguru yawned sleepily, "don't you think?"

Satoru was looking at a simple princess cut diamond ring, scratching his head.

Suguru playfully shoved him, "And it's a little too soon for an engagement ring."

Satoru tilted his head toward him with a frown and was slightly offended, "I would never get her a 0.10 carat diamond for an engagement ring," he grumbled, "It's far too small."

Suguru leaned against the glass counter, "I get this is your Valentine's with her, but you're over doing it just get her something you know she'll like."

"What type of girl doesn't like diamonds?"

"The type that'll feel bad when you get her a mountain of presents, when she only got you like three." Suguru said, "Not everyone has generational wealth to sustain them."

Satoru's pointed look softened as he smiled widely, "She got me three?"

Shit, Suguru wasn't supposed to tell him, "Yes, and I'm not telling you more."

"That must mean she really likes me, huh," Satoru's eyes glittered brighter than any precious stone in the store, "as the best boyfriend ever I have to at least get her twice as that."

"You already have." Suguru sighed, "Triple, I'd say."

Satoru ignored him, "Yo, sir! Sir! Sir!" He tapped the glass annoyingly, "That one!"

The jeweler smiled, "What size?"

"Shit, I don't know her ring size."

Satoru turned Suguru and before he could say anything, Suguru had slid his phone open and called her.

She answered at the second ring, "What's up?"

"You free right now?"

"Yeah."

Satoru started whispering, "Don't tell her to meet you here."

Suguru pushed his face away from his and gave her a meeting time.

The jeweler gave him a ring size measurer and with that Suguru left to meet her.

When she wasn't looking he would look at her fingers and take out the measure trying to gauge which size it was after careful deliberation, be concluded a size 5.

After an hour or so, she had to leave - something about an essay and homework she had to work on before Valentine's Day.

Suguru sent one of his curses with her to make sure she got home safe.

Satoru berated him when he got back, "What size?"

"Five," Suguru handed the measure back to the jeweler.

"That one," Satoru grinned out and then dragged Suguru to another shop.

It was going to be a long day of shopping again.

Apr. 4, 2007

' ' oh, holding my breath ' '

Shoko had stolen ______ for the day, claiming she needed a break from Satoru.

"You're beyond clingy," Shoko said, "Don't want her breaking up with you because you never gave her space right?"

Satoru's eyes widened, "Did she tell you that?"

Shoko being Shoko, said, "Maybe."

So there Satoru was fighting the urge to call or text his soulmate.

"Shoko was lying, right?" He asked Suguru, "Ain't no way, she wants to break up with me, right?"

Suguru drank his hot tea, "I'm sure she was just joking."

Or maybe she wasn't, but Suguru didn't want to tell Satoru what ______ had told him in private.

It wasn't that she didn't like him anymore, it was the incessant thoughts in her mind. Thoughts she couldn't push away any longer and as much as she cared for Satoru, he would never understand. Suguru would do though, he always understood.

She had been nervous at first, texting him to meet with him privately at a cafe without Satoru knowing, he was out on a mission anyway, he was focusing his six eyes on finding the curse, instead of closing his eyes to see where she was, but in the end, she faced up, after Suguru coaxed it out of her with soft smiles and a promise not to laugh.

"You have to promise again, not to laugh," She said.

He wanted to laugh now, but he knew she would shut down if he did, "I promised already."

"Again."

"Alright," pressed his lips together to keep himself from chuckling, "I promise, will you tell me now?"

She wondered a lot about how she should phrase it. Worthy? Good enough? Holding him back? Which word encapsulated what she felt when she saw a curse through Satoru's eyes, but could never see them on her own.

Worthless was the word she was looking for, she realized that a few weeks ago.

She bit the inside of her cheek, Suguru would for sure tell Satoru, if she started the conversation like this, so instead, she said, "It's not a problem, is it that I'm not a sorcerer," she played with the straw in her drink, "or that I can't see curses - I mean -"

Suguru stopped her before she could get in any farther, "Satoru was an idiot when he said that." Suguru smiled in the way that made everyone feel accepted, "He never meant any of that."

Yes, he did. At the time they both knew that he did, but she didn't say anything.

"Things are different now," Suguru scooted his chair closer to hers, "Satoru cares about you a lot, I know he does." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and rubbed soothing circles on her, "He'd throttle even me if it meant to keep you safe."

And Suguru was proud of him. His best friend was finally turning into the person he knew he could become - he was still annoying and arrogant, but he was no longer cruel and dismissive of others.

She let out a laugh, "I don't think he would go that far."

"I do," Suguru said firmly. "A lot of people can't see curses or jujutsu, it's not something to be ashamed of and Satoru has enough cursed energy and strength for the both of you."

She shook her head, "And when he's not here?" She looked at Suguru, "What then? I'm not stupid, you know, I may not be able to see curses, but I know whenever Satoru shows up randomly or when you show up to walk me all the way home - It's for a reason." She crossed her arms, "Shoko does it too, but she has a better poker face."

Suguru should've known that she knew. It had been months, it would've been odd if she hadn't noticed their overprotectiveness from even Shoko.

"You're our friend, ______," Suguru said, "we just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know. It's just -" She let out a long breath.

"Frustrating?"

She nodded, and then a bashful look, "Promise, you won't tell Satoru?"

Suguru smiled again, "I promise, but I do think you should talk about it with him." He drank some of his tea, "I'm sure he'll listen if it's coming from you."

But until then, Suguru was there to listen. Sometimes all someone needed was a friend.

Satoru's voice brought him back to the present, "She hasn't said anything to you right?"

Suguru rolled his eyes at him, "She's not going to break up with you."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Satoru," Suguru warned, "she's probably just stressed. Exams are coming up, aren't they?"

Satoru nodded, "Yeah..." He pulled out his phone from pocket and flipped it open as a smile graced his lips, "I'll help her study after she's done hanging out with that traitor that should relieve some of her stress."

Suguru doubted that would help since exams weren't what was plaguing her mind, but other more complicated things. If it got too far, he would tell Satoru. He might get punched in the face or a reversal Red shot at him, but it would be for the best.

Jul. 24, 2007

' ' something keeps me holding on to nothing ' '

Satoru had punched him in the face when Suguru told him. All this time Suguru knew why she was acting weird, he had known for months and he hadn't told him. It would've been different if she had told Shoko and Shoko didn't tell him, but Suguru? Suguru who was always supposed to have his back - it was betrayal.

Satoru put up two fingers and almost chanted: Curse Technique Reversal: Red, but stopped himself.

"Is she still talking to you about it?" He gritted out.

"No," Suguru rubbed his swollen cheek, "she wanted to tell you herself, but I think she's scared to bring it up."

Scared? Why would she be scared of bringing something like this up to Satoru? He was her boyfriend, her soulmate - she shouldn't have, had to feel scared to tell him anything. He would have listened, he promised to himself that night when he was all bloody that he would.

"I promised I wouldn't say anything," Suguru said, "but you two do need to talk about it."

Satoru ran his hand through his soft white hair and closed his eyes. He frowned when he saw her writing an essay down on a piece of paper - she was home.

Suguru spoke up again, "Do you want to hit me again?"

Satoru sighed and opened his eyes to look at his best friend, "No," he fixed his glasses, "just don't keep something that important from me again."

Satoru warped away, no doubt to talk to his soulmate. Suguru only hoped he had told him in time, before more damage could be done for his friends.

It was night when Yaga had knocked on Suguru's door.

"Where's Satoru?" Yaga gruffed out, "He hasn't been here all day."

Suguru always covered for him and he wasn't going to stop now, "He went for some sweets, you know how he gets."

Yaga shook his head, not believing a word that came out of Suguru's mouth, but he left anyway.

Suguru looked at his phone and thought about calling Satoru, but shook his head. He probably wasn't coming back til later, so Suguru fell asleep instead.

He woke up at noon with a grinning Satoru at the foot of his bed instead.

Suguru blinked as he assessed him, at least he didn't look heartbroken, instead overjoyed and a little smug. Satoru's snowy white hair was a mess as if someone had raked their hands through it roughly, his glasses were askew, and his lips were swollen and smudged with pink lip gloss smearing across cheek to his neck as his neck had deep red and purple marks that shaped into a heart, and his clothes looked a mess.

Suguru chuckled, "I take it things went well?"

"She said she loves me," Satoru squeaked out in glee.

Suguru pulled his long black hair back, "And?"

Satoru's grin had softened, yet it stayed plastered on his face, "I said I love her too."

Suguru pointed at hickeys that shaped into a heart, "That's all?"

"We had sex," then, Satoru playfully shook his head and sang lowly, "No, we made love."

Suguru almost vomited at that, "Go take a shower lover boy."

Satoru walked backwards as he skipped happily into his dorm room and yelled, "I am a lover boy!"

Sept. 2007

' ' come on, don't leave me like this ' '

She had just finished mopping the bakery's floor when Suguru came in, his long hair was down with only a small bun tying some of the more unruly parts of his hair.

She waved at him, "What's up, Geto?"

His smile wavered when he saw her like this was the first time he had seen her.

"Is something wrong, Geto?"

"Yes actually," Suguru frowned, "I want to talk to you."

She dropped the mop in the bucket and wiped her hands on her apron, "What is it? What happened?"

Maybe, she should text Satoru - No, he was there for her a couple of months ago, she should be here for him now.

"I think you were right before," Suguru pocketed his hands, "about it being a problem - you not being a sorcerer."

"What are you saying?"

Suguru ignored her, "I think you weren't saying the right words before," his eyes told and black, "instead of a problem, I think you meant a pest, a worthless one."

Her eyes widened, "Geto -"

Suguru's eyes hardened into a glare, "Don't interrupt me," he paused for a second like he was about to add something else, but stopped himself, before continuing, "all this time you were worrying that you were holding Satoru back, you were right."

Tears welled in her eyes, "I told you all of that in confidence." She flinched back when Suguru took a step toward her, "You're my friend."

"I was never really your friend," Suguru spat out, "I realized that I only ever really tolerated you for Satoru."

"Stop," she whispered putting her hands up as if she could stop his words from reaching her, "just stop it. Satoru and I talked about this already - he loves me."

She blinked her tears away. If this is how Suguru truly felt, then he wasn't allowed to see her vulnerable, only Satoru and people she trusted were allowed to.

Suguru stalked up to her, until she was backed up against a wall. She quickly flinched to the side when Suguru's hand shot up to the empty space behind her and for a second, she heard something squirming and writhing in his hand.

Suguru gave her one last cold look before purple blood splattered on the walls, "This is the last time I save you, ______."

' ' i can't turn back now, i'm haunted ' '

Gojo: You really hurt her feelings and she's been crying non-stop -

Geto: Womp-Womp

Gojo: Did you just FUCKING say womp-womp?!

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therealagustd · 26 days ago

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Suguru fluff for the soul (and because we all miss him)(ft. Satoru):

You wore his clothes

Suguru is the type to see you wearing his clothes, then smile and say, "It suits you." Maybe you were cold, and it was close by, so he'd leave an extra hoodie or jacket around after that.

Just in case.

And if Satoru saw, he'd be dramatic as hell about it and put his own jacket over you and say, "There, now you're properly dressed." and Suguru would be like, "It's not a competition, Satoru" and Gojo would be like, "It's always a competition, Suguru".

He caught you dancing

Suguru's the type to cross his arms, smile, and lean against the doorway. If you noticed him, he'd laugh and go, "Do continue, I believe you were just getting to the best part?". If you asked him not to tell anyone? "...I dunno, Satoru might need to see this..."

Festival prize winning

Suguru would see Satoru trying to win you a prize, being his dramatic self and telling Suguru to sit this one out because he's already the best and "not to embarrass himself" (Gojo messes up the first few times.)

Meanwhile, Suguru easily finished the festival game in a swift move, and he just hands you the gift with a smile and says, "No theatrics, just results. Enjoy."

Amusement park bumper cars

(Okay, this one's kinda self indulgent. Have you ever been to an amusement park, but you hate or can't handle the big, dramatic rides? Same.)

You're in a bumper car, Suguru's in one, and so is Satoru. And here comes Satoru, trying to smash his car into Suguru's, yelling about "This is for all the times you rolled your eyes at me!" or something similar. And during the whole speil, Suguru's effortlessly making sure you don't get bumped and you eventually team up against Satoru and chase him in the bumper cars until he's screaming about betrayal.

Claw machines

Alright, Geto's on the move. You've failed at least 10 times with this thing, and it's not even a payout one!

But before he can, Gojo swoops in and takes over, boasting about how he's the best at these.

And in his rich boy energy, he's trying over and over, promising you that stuffed creature inside.

"Alright, this is how a pro does it. I've got the precision, the timing and... oh come on! This is clearly rigged."

And because Gojo is Gojo, he spends way too much money on the machine until he wins you a prize and is all smug and says, "All in a day's work - I'll accept my repayment in the form of snacks."

Meanwhile, Geto calmly walks to the machine and wins a prize in the first try.

Trying to fight back a laugh at Satoru's expression, he hands you the prize and goes, "It's about angles and patience. That's all."

Gojo's telling him that he had just gotten beginner's luck.

You keep both prizes on your bed.

Painting together

You agreed on a painting session. You and Geto were supposed to be doing it together, but of course Gojo had to come and crash the party.

So now Satoru's boasting about his painting (a self portrait), and how he made a masterpiece.

And you check on Suguru, and he's painted the most beautifully detailed purple flower, and he smiles at you before gently tapping your nose with the handle end of the brush so you'd snap out of it and go back to painting.

And you do.

He's glancing over at you and your painting, happy that you're by his side.

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x-hotoke · 5 months ago

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BULLY! Gojo satoru x male reader | platonic

synopsis: Y/n was tasked to bring Satoru’s lunch box and extra money to his university. He caught his brother bullying someone and somehow got roped into it. Uni!satoru au

content warnings: humiliation, bullying, assault, mentions of suicide, use of he/him pronouns, male insert reader, verbal abuse, violence, attempt of burning, inflicted harm.

Y/n stepped foot inside the gate of the University his brother is attending. It was fairly huge and old fashioned, he gripped the bag tightly in his arms—making a mental note to place the money securely inside his pocket.

The faster he can get to his brother, the quicker he can leave this place.

People were already whispering left and right in the hallways as Y/n strudge pass them. His blue eyes and white lashes made the students theorize if he was Gojo Satoru’s brother.

“Their features look the same to me.”

“eh.. I guess so.”

“What’s a high schooler doing here?”

Y/n audibly gulped as he hurried down to the empty classroom. He was told that he likes to spend his time there with his friends. He quickly opened the door before going inside.

He spotted his brother—Satoru—laughing as he videotaped a male student who was on the floor crying as he tried to salvage what was left of his notebook. “Satoru, your brother's here.”

A female voice spoke up, he turned to see a female with long light blue hair, a few strands of it was blocking her other eye as she peered down at him making him shrink back. “Y/n-chan!”

Y/n felt a vein pop out of his forehead as his eye twitch. Chan?

Y/n looks at his brother to find him grinning as he slowly walks towards him. “Aniki.. I brought you.. your lunch and allowance.” He whispered—feeling the stares he got from Satoru's friends.

The white haired male waved him off, grabbing his wrist and guiding him to the crying boy on the ground next to his best friend—suguru. “Thanks for bringing it. And.. don't tell anyone about this hm?” Satoru chuckles before continuing. “What am I saying? They already know!” He snickered quietly as if it was some kind of secret.

“W-what are you doing?..” Y/n furrowed his brows, staring at the boy before looking bsck to his brother.

“You see, Y/n—” Satoru abruptly stop, looking down at the boy on the ground who was quietly sobbing. “What's your name again?” He asked, tilting his head to the side mockingly.

The only response he got was the sounds of sobbing.

Y/n winced—looking away after seeing Suguru kick his stomach harshly making him curl into a ball on the ground. “He asked for your name, dumbass.”

“Now suguru! My little brother is here, tone it down will ya’?” Satoru grins at Suguru who rolls his eyes in response. He squats down, taking his sunglasses off. “I’m not gonna ask ya’ again.”

“What's your name?”

Y/n heard a hiccup but before he could reply—Mei Mei beat him to it. “Hijime Shiro?” She quirked a brow upwards, holding a notebook in her hands. Presumably 'Shiro’s'.

Satoru looks up at her with uninterested eyes. “I don't think I recall asking you?”

The female only responded with a chuckle as she placed her arms behind her—she sat on the table with her legs crossed. Her skirt was hiking up making Y/n look away—his face tinted with pink. “Shiro..”

“So you do talk!” Satoru cheered, his eyes blown wide taunting the boy. He pocketed his phone. “I thought you were mute throughout the time we spent here!” he ruffled shiro’s hair roughly.

“onii.. what is he?..”

“Save the questions for last, Y/n-chan!” He smiled widely, his pearly whites showing. He looks back at the trembling boy in front of him.

Satoru stood up and guided Y/n Infront of shiro who was still laying on the ground—curled up into a ball—writhing in pain. He went behind him, hugging Y/n's neck. “He looks pathetic isn't he?”

“what?”

“You know I don't like repeating myself.”

Y/n tried to turn his head upwards but Satoru placed his chin ontop of his head. “onii, this is wrong. You can be expelled—.”

Satoru placed a finger on his mouth, shushing him. “That’s not the answer I'm expecting.” he pouted, letting out a sigh.

“Shiro, owes me money. Lots of money.”

“But dad can—”

“Not a word, Y/n-chan.” Satoru places his chin on the younger male's shoulder, his icy stare making him look at the ground. Y/n’s brother was always scary and intimidating. Even if he was dubbed as playful and a trouble maker by their relatives.

Satoru's hand traveled from his shoulder to his wrist, grinning. “You're much more tolerable like this than your usual talkative self. Always speaking out what's right and what's wrong.”

“That's what I hate about you.”

Y/n felt himself shiver as he hears those words, his older brother's fingers laced with his. “always playing the hero. Don't you get tired of being an attention seeker all the time?” He lets out an airy laugh.

“Why don't you make yourself useful for once hm? Pretend you didn't see anything and you can go, scott free.” Satoru whispered in his ear, his right hand travelling up to his neck. “You're overstaying your visit here.”

“Satoru, stop being lewd to your brother.” Suguru whistled before sticking his tongue out.

“I don't mind the show.” Mei mei chuckled out, leaning forward as she smiled at the two brothers. One of her arm propped up on her crossed knees, placing her head on her palm. “We didn't need to hear that, mei.” Suguru scrunched his nose up at her in disgust.

Y/n deadpanned at her. Is she serious?

“I’m not being dirty to my brother, asshole!”

Satoru whined, lifting his hands up.

“Well it didn't look like it a few seconds ago.” Suguru pointed out, a blank expression on his face. He balled his hand into a fist before coughing in it. “Like what satoru said, pretend you didn't see anything and leave.” He said coldly.

Y/n sweatdropped at this, nodding vigorously. He hastily placed Satoru’s allowance inside the lunch bag before speed walking to the door—but as he did so, he stole a glance at Shiro who looked at him with a pleading face, silently begging him for help. He could do nothing but nod as he closed the door shut.

“With that out of the way!” Satoru smiled sadistically, pulling out a lighter from Suguru's pocket. “That’s expensive. Be careful with that.” He crossed his arms, squinting his eyes at the white haired male as he threw the lighter in his hand up before catching it carelessly.

“Do us a favor and stay still.”

“Even if you don't, I'm sure Suguru would gladly burn you himself while I restrain you.” Satoru let out a giggle, pulling shiro’s hair upwards as he brought the flame close to his eyes. “You should’ve never got in our way. Look what happened to you! No wonder nobody likes you. You're pathetic and worthless.”

The door slammed open. “Again?” Shoko sneered, her long plain white coat was covered with stains during her class in science. “Y/n told me.” she scowled, the dark circles under her eyes showed as she approached the two young males.

“You three are in a lot of fuckin’ trouble.”

note: I won't be active as much! School is nearing and I'm quite nervous. I’ll be busy from now on because I don't want to pile my school activities up.

#x male reader #jujutsu kaisen #male character x male reader #yandere #jjk #platonic #gojo satoru #x reader #geto suguru #jjk suguru #male reader #mei mei #shoko leiri

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xjulixred45x · 1 year ago

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If Child reader of Platonic Yandere Kenjaku meets Gojo...

Before anything, this is NOT a continuation of THIS one, that is more a scenerio of "What if", this is what i call the Route to the "True Ending" for Say something. NOW lest continue.

Also, this idea was kind of given by @kiracrzy-blog (thanks for that one Sweetie! Hope You enjoy!)

Satoru probably knew about (Child reader) even before the whole disaster, he would know that Geto had a child, but he didn't have much else, Suguru was very careful with them and their mother to prevent them from going after them (Even more if the child have inherited his cursed technique), but Satoru was definitely very curious about the child.

That's why he wouldn't know how he would interact with them if he ever met them, I mean, he LITERALLY killed their father and couldn't stop them from killing their mother, why would they want to see HIM of all people? He also had time to think about it in the containing prison.

A part of him wanted to meet them, see what they were like, were they more like Suguru or more like their mother? Were they extroverted or introverted? What was Suguru like as a father? And their mother? Did they suffer a lot when they died? Did they know that THAT THING was controlling their father's body?

Many of those answers were resolved as soon as he was released.

NOW, Gojo is much calmer and more mature than one would expect in the situation, he can see that (Child reader) has already been through a lot and he doesn't want them to be more afraid of him than they probably already are. He wants them to also get answers to their questions, so he sets up some small outings, nothing too complicated, just going to eat something somewhere safe and Satoru lets them ask them questions in exchange for the same.

Satoru was happy to hear that Suguru was a good father, that (child reader)'s mother was a good mother, that they lived a happy life...until Suguru died and Kenjaku arrived in his place.

Satoru is surprised that they (Child reader) don't resent him, but then he says something he wouldn't have expected at this point.

-"You may have killed my dad...but you were my father's only best friend...we can let things be...get over it...you mean a LOT to My father even...after all..."-

...that was so...wow, (Child reader) has power, they made the strongest sorcerer of today almost cry. He didn't think he needed to hear that SO MUCH...

although of course, not everything is so positive, Satoru has to retain all the anger he feels when hearing how Kenjaku came to treat (Child reader) using the body of their OWN FATHER and he may even have to console them, because well, it's HORRIBLE that distort the image of a person you love like this.

Satoru promises, SWEARS to (child reader) that after winning against Sukuna, he will go directly against Kenjaku and when he kills him, both will give him a dignified burial with the twins, and if the changes are in their favor, the WHOLE family of Geto. and (Child reader) feel light for the first time in God knows how long, they being with Gojo Kenjaku won't be after them. They are safe, they are not alone.

I think that in general, during the entire month of preparation that Gojo does before the battle against Sukuna, he takes advantage of every gap in his schedule to spend time with (child reader) and be a kind of "fun uncle" for them (he may even try to start a conversation with the twins, but it doesn't always work). He shares sweet things with them, tells them stories from when he and their father were young, he may even teach them a couple of useful techniques for hiding and so on.

Gojo carrying (child reader) on his shoulders while they go somewhere fun or while Gojo uses his infinity to float 🥺it would be so healthy..

Meanwhile Kenjaku is pulling his hair and biting his nails because GODDAMED! He can't get (child reader) back if they are not alone!if he get even a little close to Satoru he will kill him! And now (child reader) and Gojo are TOGHETER ALMOST EVERY DAY!! and at the same time he is soooo jealous that (child reader) is having such a good time with Gojo. He's their DAMN FATHER (in his crazy head at least)! And (child reader) acts more as if his enemy is more worthy of their affection than HIM):< (HE IS, but he will never admit it).

The good thing is that neither Sukuna nor Uraume are interested in helping Kenjaku in this, they already dislike him, but now that he spends his time complaining about a human child and since he wants them back, it is strangely tolerable, they are not going to ruin all returning them to Kenjaku. Part of them are just happy that Kenjaku is suffering for the first time in thousands of years.

Returning to the topic, I also imagine that (Child reader) shares everything that Satoru gives them with Choso and the twins, shows them their new clothes, saves candy for them, tells them excitedly about their day with Gojo, etc. .

Choso is so happy to see (Child reader) FINALLY be a child their age, get excited about these kinds of things and I think he would thank Satoru directly for everything he does for them even if he knows what happened in the past ( by not fully understanding humans and partly also because of all the positive feelings that have happened to Child reader)

Mimiko and Nanako are happy for (child reader), very happy, of course, they can't completely forgive Satoru, but damn, this could be the first step to HEALING (child reader), of returning to normal once everything is over , to be a family together again... who knows... maybe Gojo can be part of it... being so important to Geto...

Gojo is fine with just being a friend to (Child reader) in the future or being part of their family, as long as he is PART OF THAT FUTURE, and that future is HAPPY AND SAFE, he is fine with that, even if they don't want to see him more.

a better world is the least they owe to being Geto's child... a world where they should not have gone through all the pain and trauma they had, where he didn't have to kill their father... he wants that ( child reader) TO BE A CHILD.

So when he loses the battle against Sukuna and sees Geto on the other side, he doesn't know what to say, how to ask for forgiveness from him.

He couldn't do it, he couldn't beat him, he couldn't keep his oath, he couldn't bury Suguru with (Child reader), he couldn't see what will happen to them...HE FAILED THEM. NOT ONLY THEM, BUT ALSO SUGURU.

He left his child at the mercy of the world (with that PSYCHO still alive!!). hell, a child that Geto himself should have been able to raise if he had had different circumstances, if Geto had been there, supporting him, along with his child, both happy, safe, alive...

well, (child reader) is.

Suguru would try to console him, it's not his fault he died after all, he gave everything he had, Sukuna plays dirty......Suguru (and his wife) are grateful that at least Satoru spent the time he did with their child, trying to make a better world for them. They are grateful to him.

and (Child reader) will not be alone. Satoru KNOWS that, he can be at Peace, al least a little knowing that.

______

(Child reader) only sees on the screens (while Choso and Nanako try to cover their eyes) the result of the battle, Sukuna has won, Satoru lost.

Kenjaku is still alive.

but nothing stay still too long. then everyone is going to fight, those from Culling Game, the students, special grades, Yuji...

Choso puts a hand on (Child reader's) head, Mimiko and Nanako prepare to fight, they know what it means, they don't know how they feel about it(they already had a LOT of emotions to deal with), but they know what they have in mind.

Kenjaku is going to die. whether he like it or not.

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Suguru x fem-reader p.3, p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.4

Summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN: thank you for reading!

Warning: Yandere behaviors, use caution

the show goes on

You’d finally made it to the end of the year, completing “weaker” missions and steadily developing your cursed technique.

Your relationship with your classmates remained strained, their behavior even more skittish around you than before. Even after you confronted Satoru for his teasing, it didn’t seem to change much.

It hurt to feel them pulling away, nearly shunning you, but you told yourself not to expect too much. If they were that easily intimidated, maybe they hadn’t been worth calling friends in the first place.

Most of your free time was spent with the third years, either hanging out or training. Satoru, ever the prodigy, was improving at a staggering pace. Mastering his domain expansion and reversed curse technique.

You couldn't help but fawn over how cool it was, asking plenty of questions. Which, in turn, fed his massive ego. Much to Geto’s chronic migraine’s displeasure.

You had also managed to get closer to Geto. The dude still made you feel unbearably shy, especially when you made eye contact a second too long.

You couldn’t tell why exactly he had you weak in the knees, whether it be his broody yet pleasant presence. Or maybe it was the absolute perfection that was his face.

Not to mention he nearly toppled you in size and sheer strength.

And did you mention his eyes? So dark, they seemed to pull you in any chance they got.

And his voice? Deep and timber, occasionally purring out yours or your brother’s names.

He wouldn’t ever know just how much you enjoyed hearing your last name roll from his lips. Not for Satoru, but for you.

The way his face would soften when speaking to you would make your heart thump erratically, and your ears go red. It was best just to keep your distance if you didn’t want Satoru to pick up on your little attraction.

After your little spat with Satoru, you two had, somehow, become closer.

Suguru wasn’t necessarily thrilled with how often you and Satoru bickered or teased each other. Or with how Satoru seemed to constantly spoil you. The only good thing that came out of it was that you spent more of your free time with Satoru.

Which, by extension, meant with him.

It made things easier for Suguru, allowing him to jump into your conversations and tease you just as much as Satoru did. He liked to think it helped you grow closer to him—at least, he hoped so.

He was a little ashamed to admit, but he was getting increasingly jealous of the way you would cling to Satoru. It was weird saying he was jealous of his best friend, especially when it had to do with you, his little sister.

But It didn't help that you still referred to him as “Geto”, yet so lovingly called Satoru - “Toru” on a regular basis. Your constant little hugs, and touchiness never met Suguru. And if anything you seemed a little wary of him.

He tried. He really tried. Suguru wanted to bridge the gap between you, but it was hard to find a moment to talk when you were so shy and Satoru’s ever-watchful eye never strayed far.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t learning about you, though. He’d often find ways to isolate your conversations, sending Satoru on drink runs or tracking you down when Satoru wasn’t with you. It wasn’t anything too deep, but just enough to scratch that itch.

Suguru had picked up on so much during the time you’d spent around him. He knew your favorite food, your favorite color, even your favorite video game—which, unsurprisingly, was also Satoru’s.

Being his best friend's sister, you shared many of the same likelihoods as your brother, which wasn't all that surprising considering how close the two of you were.

But despite all your similarities, Suguru was surprised to find just as many differences between the two of you.

One particular conversation—the first heavier one Suguru subtly pried from you—you admitted that your childhood hadn’t been as easy as Satoru’s. You didn’t phrase it that bluntly, but in the way your voice wavered and the words you chose, it slipped out. You mentioned, almost casually, that you were never well-liked around the estate.

Suguru didn’t press, but he didn’t need to. The pieces fell into place easily enough, and he made his own quiet assumptions. The loneliness in your tone, the careful way you spoke about it—it all told him more than you realized.

What struck him most, though, was when you let it slip that Satoru was the only reason you’d ended up at Jujutsu Tech, having never left the compound before coming here. That revelation explained a lot—the guarded way you carried yourself, the dim outlook on life you tried so hard to mask.

It didn’t escape Suguru’s notice that you weren’t keen on sharing this side of yourself with Satoru. Around him, you kept your conversations light, carefully steering away from anything too heavy. Suguru wondered if that was out of habit, pride, or a desire to protect Satoru from the parts of yourself you didn’t think he’d understand.

When Suguru had subtly inquired about your thoughts on marriage and the ever-watchful shadow of your big brother, it wasn’t surprising when you admitted to feeling a little suffocated.

Through the conversation, he discovered there were places you longed to visit, experiences you wanted to try. You even admitted to hoping for love one day, maybe even settling down—a confession that surprised him more than he let on. He didn’t comment, though, only nodding quietly as you spoke, listening intently. In the life of a sorcerer, he thought, desires like those always seemed impossibly far away.

But for Suguru, listening wasn’t enough.

He craved more.

More interactions. More moments. More you.

If he were closer to you, he might have told you he’d promise to take you to those places, to give you the life you dreamed of—free from responsibilities, free from curses, free from anything that weighed you down.

He knew, deep down, that when it came to you, he’d be no better than Satoru. He’d give you anything you wanted, without hesitation.

And that thought unsettled him. Suguru had always been so righteous, so firmly grounded in his role as a protector and a cog in the larger machine. He was supposed to follow the path set before him, to do what was right and necessary. Yet, lately, he found himself questioning things he didn’t fully understand—like why the idea of settling down with someone like you seemed to tug at the edges of his mind.

Your warm, bubbly energy was… distracting. It was unlike anything he was used to, and it left him feeling off balance, unsure of himself. He wasn’t supposed to cling to anyone—not like Satoru did with you. So why did he feel that same pull, as if he wanted to be the one standing closest to you?

If he tried to put those feelings into words, he wasn’t even sure what they’d sound like. He didn’t know if it was admiration, fascination, or something deeper entirely. And if he did try to tell you—whatever this was—it would only hurt to have you laugh it off, leaving him even more confused. So he said nothing, letting the unsettling thoughts linger in silence.

“Toru, aren’t we headed home tomorrow? Why aren’t you packing yet?” you asked, exasperation clear in your tone as you stood in his doorway, arms crossed.

“Oh, my sweet little imouto! I’ve got a surprise for you!” Satoru replied with exaggerated enthusiasm, his trademark grin plastered across his face as he continued rummaging through his belongings, completely ignoring the chaos of his still-messy room.

You sighed, unimpressed, your eyes narrowing slightly. “A surprise isn’t going to magically pack your stuff.”

Suguru sat lazily on the floor, leaning against Satoru’s bed, watching the exchange with an amused expression.

Suguru’s gaze never left you, steady and burning, as you tracked your brother’s sporadic movements across the chaotic room. It was easier to keep your attention on Satoru than to let your thoughts stray to the man silently observing you from across the room.

“What is it now, Toru? You were supposed to start packing days ago,” you huffed, stepping further into the mess. Your eyes scanned the floor littered with clothes, books, and random odds and ends.

“You’ll never keep a girlfriend with a nasty room like this,” you added, shooting him a look of exaggerated disgust as your gaze lingered on the stash of sweets piled high on his nightstand.

That earned a low chuckle from Suguru.

Your stomach twisted at the sound, but you stubbornly kept your focus on Satoru, forcing your eyes not to stray toward the source of your unease—the man leaning casually against the bed, watching you as if you were the most interesting thing in the room.

Ignoring your complaints, Satoru continued rummaging through his things, undeterred. “Well, I’ll have you know, this is probably the best surprise you’ll ever get,” he said with a dramatic pout.

You sighed, already caving. “And what could it be? Did you get me a new phone? I heard they cam—”

“Ugh, no!” Satoru cut you off, shooting you an exaggerated pout and flailing his arms in the air like a petulant child. Always so dramatic.

When you rolled your eyes at him, he ignored you completely, diving into a long-winded rant about how “ungrateful” and “spoiled” you were.

Suguru, still perched nearby, smirked at the display but said nothing, clearly enjoying the show. Meanwhile, you just crossed your arms and waited for Satoru to run out of steam, fully aware it could take a while.

You stepped out of the car, taking in the sight of the gated estate before you. Satoru’s “little” surprise turned out to be a not-so-small estate near the school.

“It’s like a basecamp for work,” he explained with a smug grin. “I need something close by and in the area. And of course, something that would suit my cute little imouto.”

You should’ve expected this. Nothing Satoru did was ever small.

Still, you were gracious. This meant more freedom—no need to return home. But you knew there was a catch. Satoru probably expected you to stay with him, even after you graduated. It wasn’t just a house; it was a house he had complete access to.

But despite everything, you couldn’t deny how beautiful it was. A sprawling open garden surrounded by trees and flowers. Several spacious rooms. A kitchen and living area big enough to entertain anyone Satoru deemed important—or, more likely, just himself.

“Only the best for you, imouto,” Satoru said, his tone dripping with pride.

You sighed, trying not to roll your eyes at his smug expression, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.

Suguru had been invited to spend part of the summer with you and Satoru, and to your surprise, he accepted. This summer was shaping up to be entirely different from any you’d experienced before—your first time swimming at the beach, visiting tourist attractions in Japan, and most importantly, your first summer not spent alone with just Satoru.

The estate felt almost magical at night, bathed in the glow of the high moon. You made your way into the kitchen quietly, a bad habit of midnight snacking that you’d never quite grown out of. Barefoot, you padded across the cool floors, clutching your prized snack, before slipping outside to the patio.

Settling down, you slung your feet over the edge, savoring the peace of the night air.

“Late-night snack?”

The deep voice startled you so badly that you nearly dropped your food. Your heart lurched, and you turned quickly, expecting Satoru—but instead, there was Suguru, leaning casually in the doorway, the faintest of smiles on his face.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” he replied, his voice low, steady, and far too amused.

“You scared me,” you said breathlessly, clutching your chest.

“I noticed,” Suguru replied, his voice low, steady, and tinged with amusement.

You tried to compose yourself, but it wasn’t easy under his gaze. Sure, Satoru was undeniably one of the most handsome guys you knew, but Suguru? He could easily give him a run for his money.

Internally, you freaked out, realizing you’d been caught mid-snack raid. If Satoru caught wind of this, he'd throw a fit—not because you were out late, but because you'd snuck sweets again. He'd been on a mission to limit your sugar intake after lecturing you about how it would rot your teeth. Hypocritical, considering he practically lived off sugar, but in his house, his word was final.

You couldn’t quite explain why your heart was racing so fast or why it thundered so loudly in your ears. Nor could you ignore the subtle thrill of excitement that came with seeing Suguru there.

You’d read plenty of mushy romance stories and endured countless rom-com marathons with Satoru, but none of that compared to what you felt right then. It was a little sad, really, how easily you were affected.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized you’d been staring until Suguru’s deep voice called out your name.

Your first name.

Your brain stalled for a moment, completely forgetting the butterflies wreaking havoc in your stomach. He’d crossed a line you hadn’t expected him to, and the way he purred your name sent a shiver down your spine.

Slowly, he approached, his movements deliberate and careful, almost predatory, like he was afraid you’d bolt if he got too close too quickly. It had your stomach tying itself into tighter knots.

A blush crept across your cheeks, your thighs squirming slightly as you glanced away, unable to hold his gaze. You didn’t want him to see you like this—flustered, vulnerable—but it was too late for that.

“No need to be embarrassed,” Suguru said smoothly, his tone impossibly soft yet teasing. “I was actually craving something sweet. Mind if I join you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and the heat in your cheeks only grew as you nodded shyly, unable to find your voice.

It struck you as funny—Suguru, craving something sweet? You distinctly remembered Satoru grumbling once about how Suguru hated sweets. But before you could dwell on that thought, your heart stuttered again as Suguru’s eyes flicked down to the snacks clutched in your arms. At this rate, you were sure to have a heart attack any day now. At least this wouldn’t get back to Satoru… right?

Suguru didn’t wait for a response, stepping closer until he was at your side, towering over you effortlessly. His gaze lingered on you with an intensity that left you breathless, almost predatory, though you reminded yourself it was probably just aimed at the snacks.

Before you could react, he snagged one of the bags from your arms, his movement so swift you barely registered what had happened. By the time you processed it, he’d already made himself comfortable on the patio floor, leaning casually against the pillar, just inches away from you.

Your eyes narrowed in annoyance. Sure, you were used to Satoru stealing your food all the time, but your favorite snack? That was a low blow. You bit back the snarky comment on the tip of your tongue and cautiously took a seat, keeping a safe bit of distance between you.

Suguru glanced at you, a faint smile playing at his lips, and you found it impossibly hard not to stare.

“You want some?” he offered, holding up the bag of sweets he’d taken.

“Well, yeah, that’s why I grabbed them,” you mumbled, pouting.

His light chuckle—a sound far too angelic for someone with such a teasing streak—made your heart flutter. Before you could question why he hesitated, Suguru leaned in, holding a piece from the bag up to your lips.

You blinked, surprised, but didn’t pull away. His fingers brushed your lips softly as he fed you and then retreated, the brief touch sending sparks across your lips. You chewed without hesitation—Satoru did this sort of thing all the time, so it wasn’t completely out of line for Suguru to do the same.

Monkey see, monkey do, you reasoned.

And yet, his fingers on your lips lingered in your mind far longer than they should have. Your cheeks warmed, a blush spreading as those familiar knots twisted tighter in your stomach.

Suguru, however, continued eating like nothing had happened, completely unfazed by the lull in conversation.

“I won’t tell your brother about this,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

You stiffened, panic creeping in. What was he talking about—

“Your midnight snack run,” he clarified with a smirk, clearly catching the way you tensed.

Your face burned hotter as you realized he’d noticed your worry. You scowled slightly, but the butterflies didn’t subside. Did it even matter what he was teasing about when this model of a man was sitting so casually beside you, as if the moment meant nothing?

Once again, your conversation flowed naturally, the tension from before easing into something almost comfortable.

Suguru felt a deep, quiet satisfaction when you didn’t correct him for using your first name. That simple allowance gave him more confidence than he cared to admit. He decided he’d make a habit of it, letting your name roll off his tongue more often as he tested the boundaries between you.

He’d keep crossing those invisible lines, as long as you let him, with as much subtlety as he could manage.

But more than anything, he hoped—prayed—that one day, he’d hear you say his name in return.

p.1 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ p.4

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