#gojo x shoko

[cocoabell]

another prompt from the satosho discord heyoo

single-handedly providing content for my tumblr ngl

(prompt was 'stuck in a box' if it wasn't clear enough)

[dax-enfinity]

official SatoShoko content but it’s just cropped since there’s no standalone SatoShoko content that I can find of:

[pikochoo]

my last tribute

[iulovemaze]

nanashogo / nanagosho is actually so funny when you think about it. two hard working, stressed out alcoholics (nanami and shoko) and their pretty trophy wife (gojo)

Also this is fucking hilarious???? I have so many questions. How long was the call going for? Did they shit talk the higher ups together? How frequently do they have these calls and how often does gojo do this? Did nanami and shoko shake their heads in fond annoyance?

[minthe-deserved-better]

Shoko: this is a disgusting display of-

Satoru: my affection?

Shoko: No your audacity

[sincerelyamee]

Shoko always heals everyone's wounds, but who heals hers?

A tiny little [Gojo x Shoko] moment from my fic, because Shoko deserves so much more.

You really got to know Shoko back in your first year, thanks to Gojo’s unique brand of mayhem.

You still remembered fondly the day Gojo came flouncing into Shoko’s lab, wheeling a giant cage full of furious squirrels.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” He grinned like a self-satisfied cat presenting the world’s ugliest hairball. “Got you a present, Sho!”

Shoko didn’t even glance up from her microscope. “Unless it’s a bottle of aged whiskey, I don't want it.” She dismissed flatly.

Undeterred, Gojo swept his arm toward the agitated critters. “Even better! These little furballs here got possessed by some nasty curses a few towns over. Raised quite a ruckus. Figured you’d wanna crack ‘em open, see what makes ‘em tick.”

At that, Shoko finally lifted her bloodshot gaze. The circles under her eyes almost matched the darkness of her pupils. You expected Shoko to chew him out for the unorthodox and highly unethical Valentine’s gift. Instead, her eyes lit up with manic glee.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A hint of a smirk ghosted her lips as she approached the cage. One squirrel hissed at her.

“Ooh, feisty!” Shoko wiggled her fingers at them. “All high-grade curses!”

Gojo folded his arms, smugness radiating from him. “Knew you’d love them. Aren’t I the sweetest?”

...

Drop by my fic for more Shoko doses I swear I love her so much

[emmarastic1]

I have this crazy SatoShoko theory...

Okay so what if Kenny is in the background and not shown because he is plotting some scheme, which involves Shoko. We know that Shoko is really one of the closest people that Gojo has left (from the Satoru, Shoko, Geto, Nanami, and Haibara group), just like how she has been talking about Gojo winning the fight against Sukuna and always being there for him, it's obvious that Gojo will do anything in his power to protect her. So, what if Kenny knows that after losing so many people, especially his closed ones, taking Shoko away will cause Gojo to go after him in an irrational mind? Gojo will be exhausted after the fight with Sukuna but instead of resting or thinking straight, he will directly go after Kenny to get Shoko back. While Gojo is doing that, Uraume can get her revenge by gathering minions to fight the rest of the crew, stopping them from helping Gojo. In a disconnected state, Gojo would be weak and because of that, Kenjaku can overpower and kill him. I am making this theory especially because we have this foreshadow moment where principal Yaga mentions how important Shoko is and she should be protected at all times. Now, we see Shoko voicing her opinions even more during the Gojo vs Sukuna fight which can mean that Gege is preparing to have an important role for her as soon as the fight is finished. Also, Kenny taking anyone wouldn't have the same impact as Shoko since a) she is not the fighter type and would be more vulnerable against Kenjaku and b) it will leave a much more impact not only on Gojo but also, jjk as a whole since she is THE healer (esp during a time where everyone getting injured left and right). Another note, Gojo seems to be slowing down in using his healing technique and would require Shoko to heal him properly after the fight, so again, it will be a huge impact if Shoko is taken by Kenny.

Anyway, I hope it made some sort of sense lmao (if it didn't, please ignore!)

[sentimental-idiot25]

"I don't like how things changed. I don't have anyone to talk to really since you left. But here you are, on our calls, telling me how you're making friends. And how you're living the life you've been wanting. And you're growing a whole new life...without me... You owe me nothing in reality. But we still had something y'know. But the one thing I can't shake is, no matter where you are in life, or who you're with-- you still sound sad. The glimmer in your eyes hasn't come back in years." ~scene that i'll eventually write for Satoshoko

[tiressian]

I don’t have any fic ideas right now, but November 7 (Shoko’s bday) and December 7 (Gojo’s bday) are coming up, could be fun 👀

There is also November 22, which is the halfway date between their birthdays and incidentally that is also Good Couple Day in Japan 👀

Anyway open invite to any fellow writers/artists to join in 🙂✌️if I can scrounge some brainrot see you there haha!

[mxtchaas]

Satoru and Shoko drawing i did for a friend :D

[cocoabell]

My entry for the Satosho Discord prompt week "Jealousy"

Did this one rather quickly and honestly I like the result ayy

[dax-enfinity]

Why do you like Shoko x Gojo? I do too! It’s just I have a hard time explaining why. I think it's being of the deflection and My Girl needs more recognition

Hello!

I really like SatoShoko (Shoko x Gojo) because I’ve gotten way too attached to Shoko as a character and I feel like she needs some love!

I also like her dynamic with Gojo compared to other characters (by other characters I mean the other staff members at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech and the Kyoto branch)

Since other characters tend to see Gojo as hotheaded or someone that’s too much to handle, they also seem to be annoyed at him and blame him as a cause of stress, but Shoko does not.

She teases him, goes barhopping with him in the second light novel, and they’ve known each other since high school too!

Not to mention as a ship they are pretty angst in canon I mean, the miscommunication trope goes CRAZY with them.

[kidgraysonx]

and the touch of a hand lit the fuse 9/?

Rating : MATURE

Relationships:

Gojo Satoru/Ieiri Shoko/Nanami Kento | Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento | Gojo Satoru/Ieiri Shoko | Ieiri Shoko/Nanami Kento | Haibara Yu/Higuruma Hiromi | Iori Utahime/Mei Mei | Fushiguro Tsumiki/Hasaba Nanako | Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru | Fushiguro Megumi & Fushiguro Tsumiki & Gojo Satoru | Minor or Background Relationship(s

Additional Tags:

Parental Gojo Satoru | Gojo Satoru is brown because this is my cake and i can do what i want| pansexual satoru gojo | bisexual kento nanami | bisexual shoko ieiri

AngstHurt/Comfort | Alternate Universe - No Curses (Jujutsu Kaisen) | Teacher Gojo Satoru | satoru and suguru share a single braincell | everyone say thank u to taylor swift for coming out with an album at just the right time | the fic where Gojo friendzones everyone | and the fic where they desperately try to get out

Satoru is Bad at Feelings | Gojo Satoru is Whipped | Mentioned Makima (Chainsaw Man) satoru had a terrible relationship | suguru geto is a good friend | Itadori Yuuji & Sukuna | Ryoumen Sukuna are Twins | satoru has a stalker | Non-Binary Getou Suguru | Rats in a maze but the maze is the friendzone and the cheese is Gojo's [redacted] Trans Hiromi Higuruma

Summery :

Nanami lays his hand on his lower back again as he leads him toward the front door, dropping it when Satoru bends to slip on his shoes.

“Be sure to text when you get home.” Shoko grins, her hand lingers on his arm. “How are we gonna know if you made it?”

“It’s gonna take forever,” Satoru says with a dramatic sigh. “Really should have left hours ago to make it.”

Nanami lays his hand on Satoru’s shoulder. “Thank you again for coming over.”

“It was fun. Really.” Shoko and Nanami are both offering him the same soft smile, and something blooms in Satoru’s chest, before tightening around it like a seal.

[iulovemaze]

gojo: sometimes i don't know if I love how much i fear shoko or fear how much I love her

[sincerelyamee]

Though bearing his mother’s surname, Megumi is every inch a Zen’in, with all the scorching pride and belligerence that damnable bloodline entails, just like his pops. And Zen’ins? They don’t back down from jackshit. More importantly, when a Zen’in starts throwing hands, they make damn sure to finish the fight too.

That’s exactly what this five-year-old hellion does on his very first damn day of school. Yup, Megumi’s out here wilding from day one, giving zero fucks. 

The morning starts off so promising. Nanami gets Megumi and Tsumiki dropped off at school, greets the teachers all polite-like, maybe even gets a few soccer mom blushes with his handsome mug and gentlemanly manners. Then he heads back home to handle his cult assistant duties. Everything’s peachy.

Until they get that dreaded call from the school. Turns out little Megumi has started a full-on brawl during recess, taking on not one, not two, but three older boys all by himself. The reason? One of those little shits pulled Tsumiki’s hair. In Nanami’s book, that’s pretty reasonable grounds for an ass-kicking.

But of course, the school doesn’t quite see it that way. They demand Megumi and Tsumiki’s ‘parents’ get their asses down there stat for an urgent meeting. Clearly, this calls for the papabear himself – Gojo. Letting him handle it ends up being a colossal mistake, as they’ll all realize later.

Gojo swaggers into the principal’s office, arrogance cranked to 11, demanding to see his precious son right the hell now. Yeah, the boy’s a little roughed up from the rumble, but it ain’t shit compared to how he left those other punks.

So with all the fatherly responsibility of a dude playing house, Gojo swoops his son into his arms and croons, “There’s my little guy!” Then, ignoring the disapproving titters from the scandalized teacher and parents, he gets real serious and asks Megumi the hard-hitting question: “Did you at least win the fight?”

Megumi looks affronted that his old man would even need to ask such a question. With a haughty sniff, he crosses his bruised arms and declares, “Of course I won. You think those little punks could take me?”

A delighted squeal erupts from Gojo’s throat as he smothers Megumi in proud cuddles. “That’s my boy! Showing those chumps who’s boss from day one!”

The other adults in the room can only gape in speechless horror at this validating reaction, but Gojo remains elated at his minion’s feisty spirit and blatant disregard for authority. A real class act, that’s for sure.

Needless to say, the urgent parent meeting goes completely off the rails after Gojo’s proud papa display. The other fathers’ outrage reaches a fever pitch as Gojo brazenly concludes that those “little punks” deserved an ass-kicking for daring to pull his precious daughter’s hair. As if that toxic parenting stance isn’t inflammatory enough, he goes full supervillain with the added threat to the bullies – if they don’t stop with the ugly crying, he’ll just shave their damn heads so they’ll learn how important hair really is.

One particularly brave/stupid father finally loses his shit and makes the critical mistake of snapping at Gojo: “You disrespectful brat! Who the hell do you think you are?!”

Oh, one simply does NOT call Gojo fucking Satoru a brat and expect to walk away unscathed. Even the Council geezers know better than running their mouths like that in front of him.

So of course, Gojo goes completely bananas. He rolls up his sleeves, hissing like a cornered wildcat as his villain persona takes over. “Who you callin’ a brat, huh? You motherfuckers. I’ll show you…”

The other fathers, either possessed of a death wish or simply too snorted up on their own toxic masculinity to back down, begin squaring up as well. All hell promptly breaks loose in the principal’s office. Chairs are upended, spittle-laced threats hurtled back and forth like projectiles. The teachers and the principal have never seen such unhinged bullshit in all their careers.

Read the whole thing on Ao3

This is so Satoru coded

[minthe-deserved-better]

SATOSHOKO

"Ijichi!?" Satoru deadpanned as his friend fixed the bow-tie around his neck. "Ijichi of all fucking people?!"

Satoru didn’t find a tie necessary for graduation.

He didn’t find it necessary for any occasion actually.

But especially considering the fact that his graduating class consisted all of three people, the decision to write the occasion off as informal wasn’t particularly difficult.

In all honestly he had considered skipping the entire event all together, finding amusement in horror that would be both flashed and shared across the faces of his parents and sensei alike. Plus the smirk that would be sported by his two classmates acted as enough motivation in of itself.

However that was until Shoko had invited herself into his dorm one night. Small box in hand that, after tearing the wrapping paper to shreds, contained a small yellow tie. Silk by the feel of it. With her quote saying “I’ve always liked the color on you.”

And how could he say no to something like that?Yellow was his favorite color after all. It reminded him of the softness of Shoko’s bed comforter, the safety and validity of their friendship.

There was a time when he hated the color and everything associated with it. He refused to wear it for months as a child. Wouldn't even eat candy with that particular hue.

Something about the overzealous color made his cynical, yet adolescent self inwardly cringe. Didn’t like the way it clashed with almost every other color on the wheel, being so incredibly opposite of the blues he much preferred for totally unbiased reasons.

But all it took was for Shoko to tell his 16 year old self that the color made her smile and catch Shoko wearing a light yellow, boarder line cream colored blouse that tied above her belly button on a beach in Okinawa to make him realize that yellow really wasn’t all that bad.

"Don't you start with me,Satoru." She finished the bow-tie and patted his chest. Spinning on her literal heels to face her bathroom mirror again.

"Of all the douche bags in that school, you had to pick him?" He groaned.

"Okay, one, he isn't a douche bag. He’s just shy. And two," She held up the appropriate amount of fingers, "I said nothing when you decided to play kissy face with Mei Mei for five months!"

Satoru winced at the memory. "That's different."

"It is not!"

"Mei Mei tortured you during our first year. And she apologized for it."

"She only apologized after she had your dick in her mouth!"

"Be that as it may," Gojo bit back his smile, "She still did it. Ijichi is insufferable. Won’t even look me in the eyes when he talks”

"Because you’ve got unsettling eyes. Plus you and Geto absolutely terrorize the kid.”

"I don't want to get into the logistics of it all..."

"So don't."

His best friend applied a final coat of her lipgloss. She could feel him staring at her reflection in the mirror so she met his eyes.

"Satoru, he’s sweet , and is good to me. He's the first guy to be good to me in forever. (Besides himself of course)I think he loves me."

The wistful look in her eyes was enough to make him downcast his in shame.

"I'm sorry, Sho." Though the apology was for her, he spoke it to his shiny new shoes.The ones his parents had sent to him for the sole purpose of wearing today. “You deserve to be happy."

"Hey," The tip of her index finger pushed at his chin, tilting it as high as he usually held it. He tried to look everywhere but her beautifully made up face. Shoko was having none of it. She used her thumb to hold him steady.

Her dark eyes clashed with an emotion too intense to put a name on. "I love you, stupid. I'll love you even if you beat up my boyfriend."

"Is that you giving me permission?" He joked weakly to lighten the mood. Her eye roll was one for the books. "I love you too." Satoru added as more of an after thought.

"I know you do." Shoko leaned past him to grab her graduation gown from the hook near her dresser. Pulling a face when she slid it on her arms and saw the way it clashed with her white dress.

"God, why do we have to wear such an awful shade of blue?"

"I like it." He shrugged. His gown was already on and zipped. "It's a royal color."

“Cause you’re a fucking prince huh?”

"Must you always argue with me, woman?"

Shoko’s bedroom door swung open while she was laughing at her best friend. The third of their trio welcoming himself in.

"You guys take for fucking ever."

Geto threw his arms across Satoru’s shoulder, knowing better than to potentially mess up Shoko’s hair or freshly ironed gown.

“Some of us take longer to look good Suguru.”

He smirked, glancing at her through the mirror.

“A problem Im happy to not have.”

“Screw you!”

“Your boyfriend wouldn’t like that Sho. Speaking of which-“ He motioned behind him with his thumb. "He’s waiting for you with your parents . The gentleman got you some flowers.The nice ones too.”

Shoko smiled to herself and the realization that had never really been lost on Geto, but had been abhorrently denied by Satoru, situated itself in front of the trio. The truth that high school had brought them memories. A kind of co-dependency that wasn’t a hindrance to anyone involved, but graduation was a sick reminder that brought them opportunities that didn’t depend on one another the way they had before.

The truth made Satoru nauseous.

"I told him not to make a huge deal out of it." She smiled.” I don’t want him to see me yet.”

Satoru rolled his eyes.

“You’re not getting married or anything.”

Geto flicked him In between the space of his eyebrows.

“Don’t be a dick.”

He scoffed, pushing his hand away.

“I’m not, but like c’mon, you don’t think that’s kinda ridiculous?”

Suguru shrugged, sliding his arm from Gojo’s shoulder to wrap Shoko in a tight hug , forgoing his previous efforts to not mess up her hair and gown.

“I think you’re just bitter because you can’t monopolize her time anymore.”

Shoko snickered, looking over Geto’s shoulder to tease Satoru.

“I don’t monopolize her time, she just happens to give a lot of it to me. A joint effort kinda thing.”

Shoko shrugged, moving past Geto and to the door of her room.

“Well whatever explanation you come up with, just please be nice to him.” She looked at them both as she spoke. “Karma might take it as a sign and maybe send you someone who can handle you.”

He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“No one handles me better than you.”

“That’s the problem Satoru.”

She groaned walking towards the hallway, fully prepared to be welcomed by both her parents and the lucky bastard that had managed to weasel his way into her good graces.

His parents had to be paying her or something.

"God, you totally wanna bone her or something.”

Geto adjusted the cap on his head.

"Eat shit." Satoru shoved him to the side, adjusting his tie after the fact. “I’m being a good friend.”

"Doesn’t matter what you were trynna be. Ijichi beat you to it." He was only half joking. "A wolfish grin took over his face. “Bet she liked it too.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

Geto nodded, not disagreeing.

“Well you like getting in trouble anyways. You always have that stupid smile when she’s yelling at you.”

And Satoru snickered, knowing that there wasn’t much he could say to prove otherwise.

”Kinda turns me on, not gonna lie to you.”

“You're sick Satoru.”

He barked out a laugh, mixing him with his shoulder as they walked.

”Her parents like me more though, got that going for me.”

Geto straightened out the wrinkles of his gown, squinting with an amusing amount of concentration.

“Her parents like everyone. Said I had great hair.”

Gojo peered over his shoulder, observing the carefully crafted bun on his head. Didn’t take him long to make the decision to mess it up, running his hands through it all.

“Yeah, so wear it down on our special day. You look like a pretty princess.”

“Why, so you can be my prince?”

“Yeah and then Shoko will have to want me.”

He cringed, embarrassed by association.

“You’re pathetic.”