#he only steps in when gojo asks him to change the song playing from the shitty little speaker on his phone since his hands are full

[buttdumplin]

where's that post about gojo actually just being megumi's unwanted unhinged gay older brother because i realized me and my youngest brother have the exact same age gap and holy shit were they right

[cho-aaacho]

(Hc's) Gamer Boyfriend! Gojo Satoru

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Tags : Teen Gojo, Gamer Gojo, Classmate Gojo, Soft Gojo, Secret Crush, Best Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, Reader is Genderless.

The first time you met Gojo Satoru, you thought he was a typical basketball captain with a sunny aura emanating from him. He rarely talks to any other classmate; come on, he's so popular.

At that time, it was a nice summer in Tokyo. You and Shoko were cleaning the class, and he suddenly approached you, patted your shoulder, squeezed them a bit, and asked, "What is your Game ID?"

"Excuse me? I don't play such games, Gojo-kun."

"I'll teach you."

Such a weird boy, to be honest.

He brings two PSPs to school so you can play with him during lunch break.

"You know it's illegal to bring a console to school, Gojo-kun."

"Well, I have permission from Yaga-sensei. He gifted me that PSP as my birthday present. Hey, watch out; you'll lose."

He memorized all the gaming YouTubers' names along with their most-watched videos.

He wears a headband while playing games.

He is the leader of a gaming community's gang. It wasn't a bad gang; it was just a group of gamers who loved to share their interests.

He can spend 13 hours playing games on weekends, and he'll come out of his room only when his dad yells at him or when you visit his home.

Sleeping in class has become a habit for him. When he does that, he'll snuggle on your lap to hide his face from Yaga-sensei.

But Yaga-sensei always caught him.

His favorite song is Resident Evil—The Save Room, and he'll play that song while cleaning the classroom.

He always messages you when he's ready to play games. It almost makes you dizzy because he always spams you when you don't reply to him.

Despite how bad you are at the game, he'll teach you patience, talking in soft tones while guiding you step by step.

He rarely opens the mic, but when he does, he'll mock the other players and say how bad they are at the game. He's so aggressive, but you find it cute because he always tries his best not to include you.

"You're my best friend. I would never hurt you. Our team is just stupid; let's play another game, shall we?"

He loves Manga Cafes so much. He always invited you to join him and read all his recommendations.

"This manga is so good, but the MC is so lame and stupid."

Gladly to holding your hands in Akiba and making sure you don't fall or bump into someone else. His palm is so warm and big.

His mom loves you, and whenever he invites you to his mom, Mrs. Gojo will give you a nice and delicious cake along with expensive tea.

"Where's Satoru?" — Geto Suguru.

"He's in the manga cafes, I guess." — Ieiri Shoko.

Absent from school has been your weekly activity with him. But he doesn't want Yaga-sensei to catch you two. So you'll spend your time at his home, eating cake or ice cream, playing games, and taking a nap.

Of course, he didn't do anything else besides playing games or napping. He's a gentleman, after all. A good boy.

You can find him on Reddit.

He uses a combination of your name and his as a password for his computer, he even changes his Game ID to that.

He never cheats at games.

He is an admin of a Discord server and is talking about an underrated game.

"Hey, I know you and Satoru are close like a flower and water. But make sure to not miss my class, okay?" —Yaga-sensei

He hates Gacha games so much. He thought it wasn't a game at all. "My gacha luck is so bad this month. Oh, damn."

He has two different Twitter accounts. One with a cute avatar and only follows you. The other one he uses to share his gaming progress.

Gojo may be in love with you. Because every time you interact with someone else on the Discord server, he'll kick them; remember, he's an admin.

He loves to lean his head against your chest while playing games, and when he falls asleep, you let him be. He’s so dramatic but cute at the same time.

"Hey, I know it sounds crazy and lame, but hear me out. I don't know what will happen to us when we graduate. But I want to be your gaming buddy until we are old. Even if I have dementia, I will find another way to remember you."

"I want to spend my life with you, not only to play games but also to do everything with you. Because I love you."

[semisgroupie]

UNATTAINABLE

gojo satoru x fem. reader

wc: 2.1k

warnings: ANGST (sorry), unrequited feelings, one sided love, brief mention of a certain scarred dilf (who isn’t a dilf in this piece), protected sex, condom usage, brief foreplay (fingering)

synopsis: he has been the only one who hasn’t broken your golden rule for hookups

a/n: this idea just sprung on me while listening to a meatloaf song (two out of three ain’t bad), I didn’t plan on coming back to writing with angst but shit happens :) (I normally don’t do part twos but if I’m convinced enough I might do a part two for this)

You had one golden rule set up for all the guys you hooked up with: no falling in love.

You didn’t want to deal with the convoluted emotions and feelings that came into play when someone fell in love. You experienced it once and your heart got completely shattered in the process. It was a feeling you never wanted to experience again and it made you cold hearted. It was only for your own protection.

Whenever you got involved with someone, you made sure they were aware that any contact would just be purely sexual. And while they were attracted to the idea at first, after a few months they changed their minds and wanted more. That led to them being cut off and you had to clear your mind with another body in your bed. It was a cycle of sex and heartbreak but as long as it wasn’t your heart being broken, you were okay with it.

But there was someone who didn’t fall into that cycle, Gojo Satoru. Satoru was different from the other guys you hooked up with, he wasn’t clingy after a few months, he didn’t insist on you staying the night whenever you went back to his place, he didn’t show any feelings of love or infatuation towards you. That’s why your arrangement with him has lasted so long, a year to be exact.

What you didn’t know was that he had broken your golden rule. It has been 6 months since he had fallen in love with you and every meeting you two have just makes him fall deeper into the abyss. He had just been amazing at hiding it. Being someone who had lost a lot of things in his life, he had become a master at hiding his true emotions. He knew the second his mask cracked, you would hightail out the door and leave him behind to rot like the other corpses you left in your wake.

Currently he was cleaning his apartment, awaiting your arrival. You had picked up an extra shift at your job since you would get paid overtime and it was close to Satoru’s apartment so when you were done, you’d just make your way over. When you had texted him earlier on in the day, asking if he was free he was quick to reply that his schedule was clear. Hell, even if he had a million things to do, he would push them all to the back burner just so he could spend time with you.

Just as he finished cleaning up, the buzzer to his door rang and he quickly ran over to let you in. After a short elevator ride, all you had to do was knock once and he opened the door with a wide smile. “Hi beautiful, had a good day at work?” You cracked a small smile at the pet name as you stepped inside. “Honestly, I wish I never took that shift but you’ll help me forget about it, right?”

You looked up at the white haired male and took a few steps closer to him to close any distance between you two while he shut his front door. “Of course I will, now go to the bedroom and get ready for me.” He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips and then you made your way to his bedroom. He secured all the locks on his door and took a deep breath, even a kiss that lasted only a few seconds was enough to make his heart race but he had to remain calm, he had to make this last.

He gathered himself and walked into his bedroom while you laid on his bed completely nude. He could never get enough of seeing your body, it was like you were crafted by the gods and it was an honor for him to see their creation. “Come on Satoru, I don’t want to wait any longer.” A small pout graced your lips as you beckoned him closer with one finger. He undressed himself until he was only in his boxers then he crawled over your body. “I won’t make you wait any longer, pretty girl. I’ll make you feel good.”

He brought one of his hands to your mouth and pressed two fingers against your bottom lip, silently telling you to open up for him. You opened your mouth and took his slender fingers inside, running your tongue along them to get them wet while he slightly pumped them into your mouth. He watched you closely, watched how your eyes grew half lidded as you looked at him. God, he could just fall deeper into that pit of love but he had to focus on what you came for.

He slowly pulled his fingers out and a breathless chuckle left his lips as he watched you chase them. “I’ll give you my fingers later, just spread your legs for me now. I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” You did as he told you and spread your legs for him, he could already see that you were wet for him but he just needed to get you wetter. He ran his fingers along your slit to collect some of your juices then slowly pushed his first finger inside you. His cock twitched at the small gasp you let out and he started pumping his finger slowly. “Satoru, I can handle another finger. Please.”

He couldn’t deny you, he could never deny you. He slipped his second finger inside you and started pumping them a little faster. His eyes scanned your body, he watched your chest rise and fall with each pant and whine, he watched how your eyes fluttered shut when he did something you particularly liked, he watched your hands grip his sheets. You looked perfect and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you but you shook him out of his trance when your hand wrapped itself around his wrist. “Satoru, I need you inside me. I want to ride you, please Satoru.” He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and sucked them clean while you reached into his nightstand and took out a condom.

He pulled his boxers off and tossed them aside then opened up the foil and slid the condom on his throbbing length. He laid back against his bed and let you take control. You took his cock in your hand as you lined him with your entrance and slowly sank down. The stretch was painfully delicious and you could never get enough of it. “We’ve been fucking for so long and I still can’t get adjusted to your size. This was just what I needed.”

He placed his hands on your hips while you started grinding against him and placed your hands on his chest. He wanted to ride this moment out forever, just have you here with him but soon you started bouncing on his cock. All your dirty talk fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. His eyes scanned your features over and over again, it was as if he was going to go blind tomorrow. He had grown accustomed to just watching you and committing everything you did to memory. While you were there with him now, he knew that any day in the future wasn’t guaranteed. He wanted to lock all the memories he had with you in his mind just in case you’d call him one day and call everything off. Just the thought of you leaving made his stomach churn.

Seconds turned into minutes and he had lost track of how much time had passed. That was until you leaned down closer to him and brought one of your hands to his face while your hips moved along his length. “Are you going to cum for me soon, Satoru? I feel your cock twitching inside me. Cum with me.” He didn’t even realize it but he was close, the second you brought it to his attention he was pulled back into reality. He gripped your hips a little tighter and started thrusting up into you to meet your hips. The tip of his cock brushed against your g spot each time and you dug your nails into his shoulders. “Cum for me, beautiful. Cum with me.”

It only took a few more thrusts before you both reached your climax. Your legs shook and your body trembled as your orgasm washed over you and you felt the warmth as his cum filled up the condom. You leaned down to press yourself against him while you caught your breath and he wrapped his arms to keep you close. He knew the moment would be short lived, it always was. You weren’t the ‘let’s cuddle and plan our lives together after sex’ type and he had to accept it. After a few minutes you moved up a little and lifted yourself off his cock to roll over next to him. He took the condom off and tossed it in the little trash bin near his bed.

There was a peaceful silence that filled the air, but it only lasted for a couple of minutes. “That was fun, the perfect stress relief after a shitty shift at work.” You smiled at him and leaned over to peck his lips then you started to get up and get ready. “I’m glad I could help.” He slipped his boxers on and helped you gather your clothes as you got dressed.

“Do you ever think you could fall in love with someone?” He blurted the question and couldn’t even process that he even asked it. His eyes widened a bit and he watched your expression. You thought about it for a moment and shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve been in love only once in my life, Toji Fushiguro. He helped shape me into the person I am today, I was head over heels in love with him and he just needed a quick fuck. I was there for him until he got tired of me and moved to the next girl who was stupid enough to fall for his charms. I’d like to think I could fall in love again, I think I just need to experience something good and something genuine to really open myself up to it. Maybe Prince Charming will come and sweep me off my feet.” You slipped your shoes on and walked over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

He was surprised that you didn’t want to know or ask more into his question. He was thankful but your answer made him nervous. That was the most he’s ever really learned about you besides the basic things and you quickly brought your walls back up. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you to the door.” It was a quick walk to his front door and he unlocked it and held it open for you. You pecked his lips and smiled at him, “I’ll let you know when I get home. Thanks for today, Satoru.”

He watched you walk out and he could practically see the pieces of his heart fall into a little trail with each step you took. Maybe it wasn’t in the cards for there to be something more between you two but that just meant he had to hold you close for as long as he had you. He couldn’t let you slip from his grasp, he didn’t know what he would do if you did. He walked back into his apartment and back into his bedroom to gather his clothes. He could still smell the traces of your perfume, the scent filled his nostrils and he felt the ache in his chest.

He hated that he had only traces left behind, he wanted the real thing, he wanted you. He wanted you to be there with him, laying in bed with him, cuddling on the couch, he just wanted you by his side. But the traces were better than nothing. He just had to keep the traces.

On your way home you thought about his question more. Could you have it in you to love someone? You had gotten over Toji but the fear of getting hurt was still there, but maybe you’d give it a chance. You were honestly surprised you opened up to Satoru, he was different from the rest of the guys you were involved with in the past. Maybe he was your Prince Charming. You shook the thought from your mind and once you were home you sent a message to Satoru to let him know you got home safe and then carried on with your routine of showering. Once you were out you opened up your messages with Satoru and sent one more, “think you can come over this weekend? I’ll need some more stress relief.”

It has been one year since you started hooking up with Satoru and it has been half a year since Satoru broke your golden rule and fell madly in love with you.

taglist: @suyacho @dilftaros @satmitsuplanet @benkeibear @watyousayin

[satorubrain]

Heyy! I saw you're taking requests rn, do you mind if I give it ago? :D

So recently, I've been really into the game Just Dance & I was thinking about how it would be like to play this game with Satoru. You can add solo dances from which they get competitive on who gets the most points or Satoru suggesting to play duo dances hehe.

Idk if I'm making sense, but feel free to do as you please, so no pressure! ^^ Let me know if I'm missing anything!

JUST DANCE

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff!

Synopsis: just two cuties dancing!

A/N: Honestly at first i didn't know the name of the game but that ended up with me watching just dance videos for like 45 mins😭 BUT THIS IS SO CUTE!! He would enjoy this so much. Also i hope you like this!

It was your rest day, mainly because you weren't assigned any missions today. You wonder who wanted to stress themselves more so you get rest but either way you were grateful.

Having nothing to do better today after being done with your daily routine, you decide to finally try out the game Just Dance since you were free enough. You turn on the tv, holding the remote in your hand, practicing the steps shown on the tv. Slowly but surely you were getting better since the steps were easy too.

You were busy doing your steps when you heard the latches being unlocked, sensing Satoru was the one unlocking the door, you paid it no mind.

"BAABE-" he dramatically dropped the bags he was carrying when he saw you and then the tv, dramatically gasping "How could YOU! dance all alone, without me!" He wiped his nonexistent tears sniffing "I do so much for you and YOU! decide to not include me in your fun activities. Thou shall be punished!!" He declares as he tackles you down to the couch, tickling you.

"I- IM SORRYY" you gasp through your laughter making him stop as he lays down on top of you caging you.

"Since I'm home early today, how about we BOTH have fun now?" He suggests enthusiastically as he gets the both of you on your feet.

The time soon passes as you both discuss and memorize the dances to your and each other's favorite songs as well. The takeout gojo brought for you both has gone cold and long forgotten about.

But the rumble from Gojo's stomach drags you both out of your trance causing you both to pause, breaking out in laughter. The feeling of exhaustion finally settles in as you both sit down on your couch, wiping the sweat off your forehead. None of you expected to play the game for this long but oh well you always seem to be losing the sense of time when you are accompanying each other.

"Well, princess, I guess our stomachs' demands have been growing, how about we eat up first?" Gojo asks as he clings onto you, cupping your cheek with one hand while the other wraps around your waist, bringing you closer to him before he presses his lips against yours. You return, smiling into the kiss before breaking apart and dragging him to the kitchen to finally have dinner.

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Ever since that day, you conduct a competition every time you're both free. Not only it helps you get better at dancing but you also get to enjoy the overly competitive Satoru who loves to dance extravagantly, popping his hips to every move and ending the dance with a perfect score and a unique pose that changes every time. Not just that but he's also your greatest hypeman, who loves watching you dance without even blinking, watching your body sway around smoothly. He gets competitive but his real victory is to watch your flawless form which does things to his brain and he wonders why he didn't bring up this game before.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

[ohheyjudesummers]

Pride Aside (part 2) - Gojo Satoru Fanfic

The previous chapter is here 😉 check it out please.

Title inspired by song/lyrics: All pride aside by Dram Feat. Summer walker.

If I give you what you want Here's what I need from you To be the kind of man who makes Lovin' you so easy to do Keep the same amount of energy you're givin' now And I'll make sure to be the only queen you give a crown And boy, I hope you're bein' up front 'Cause how you say you in love When you treat me like a drug?

-Present day-

"Y/N!? Look who decided to step out from her hermit cave and join the party!"

You were aware that it was meant to be a joke. But given your circumstances as of late, you couldn't help but feel a deep pang of annoyance soaring through you. The feeling is heightened when Gojo follows his words with a laugh. 

 Play it cool, you tell yourself. you're older than him girl, so you have to be more mature. 

Craning your head upward, to look into his blue eyes, you respond flatly. "Hi, Gojo. Where's Drew?"

Gojo's smile widens "I just got here a couple of short minutes ago so I haven’t seen Drew yet but I’m sure he’s around. And don't be so stand offish, honey. You know I'm just poking fun. Between our traveling hockey games and practice, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever when we're home. Glad to see that dork isn't keeping you hostage." 

seriously?

You couldn't stop yourself from screwing your face into a scowl. 

Over the years, for whatever reason, Gojo had taken a habit of occasionally calling you that—Honey. You don't know why he gave you the nickname, and when you asked, he simply laughed as if it were some inside joke. You'd given up on getting a serious answer out of him and settled. It wasn't like he called you it when you guys were around people you knew—it always seemed to be during the times when you two were alone. So that wasn't the reason for your expression. No, that was due to something else that came out of his mouth. 

"Jason. His name is Jason, not 'Dork'. And he wasn't holding me hostage. " You correct him. "Also, he broke up with me." 

Gojo's smile widens, "I know he did, Honey."

Note to self: Don't vent to Drew about anything anymore.

Should you have really been surprised that your brother ran and told Gojo about your breakup? The two's relationship hadn't wavered over the years. If anything, they became like brothers since being recruited into the hockey league.

"How much did he tell you exactly?" You probe him with narrowed eyes. "I hope to God you didn't go around making jokes about it with your friends ." 

"Get real, honey, do I look like I would do something like that? I get that I poke fun at you every now and then, but I wouldn't go talking about something like that. I swear." He motions for a cross over his broad chest. "I mean it, though.  You hardly come around anymore so I'm happy you're here.”

Gee, I wonder why is it that I don’t feel inclined to be around in the first place.

You thought darkly.

Much has changed over the years between you  and Gojo. Besides the fact that you were now no longer taller than him and he was visibly more muscular, all of which was thanks to him and drew becoming professional athletes. His attitude towards you got a little harder to deal with. Sure, you still cared about him but Gojo had become a handful- whether that was due to his success that fueld his occasional condescending cockiness or not, you weren’t sure. There were still moments where he showed that he was still that hard headed but caring boy who appreciated your presence and patience with him—even if he didn't verbally express it. And then there were other moments when it seemed as if he reveled in the attention that being a star hockey player brought him. The attention, and the women.  

Can’t say It's hard to believe, honestly.

You didn't always like to blatantly stare, out of fear that Gojo would catch you and his head would grow bigger. However, when the media first became aware of the initial rookie in the league, Gojo had amassed quite a fan base based solely on his appearance. You no longer had to look down at him, but rather up at him. His features had been honed, and he appeared more masculine. As for his physique? He’d grown more muscular, albeit subtly so.

Gojo, in short, had the confidence, money, looks, and skill that made him appealing from all angles—and he knew this, you were sure. 

Now if only he actually took things seriously and wasn't a jackass a good chunk of the time, he would be near perfect for-

Woah. absolutely not. 

You had to stop yourself from thinking about that before you went any further. Yes, since you guys had become adults, you'd admittedly, and silently, begun to admire Gojo as his own man. You knew it wasn't really bad to find him attractive; anyone with eyes could admit that he was physically so. You just didn't care for the way your mind tended to drift, especially during those moments when he was more tolerable to be around. You tended to find yourself thinking about how things could be if certain bits of your life were different. 

But then he'd bring you back to reality by simply opening his mouth.

"I'll find Drew myself." You mumble, sidestepping his frame and walking further into the backyard. 

Some would acknowledge your actions as a sign of dismissal. Gojo, on the other hand, felt inclined to follow by your side—and tiringly so. He didn't provide much direction or hint as to where Drew was—he was too busy passing pleasantries with anyone who greeted him as you guys walked by. Some, particularly women, felt so familiar with him that they went up and hugged him (which he didn't seem to be bothered with from the way he hugged back). Each time

you tried to drift further from Gojo and the entourage he seemed to gain, it felt as if he would walk faster to keep up with you. Escaping him, felt nearly impossible. 

"You know you don't have to tag along with me? I'm sure we'll both find Drew eventually, at our own pace. This backyard isn't that big." You say once the two of you are alone. 

But Gojo gives you an incredulous look. "You can't possibly think I'm gonna let you slip away that easily. I think I let you avoid me enough—which was kind of mean of you."

"What are you even talking about?" You stop in your tracks and turn to him at the accusation. "Have you really become so self-absorbed that you can't notice when your actions affect people around you? If anyone's been mean, it's been you, Gojo."

At this moment, Gojo is at a loss for words. His expression slowly deflates from its lax smugness and turns into one of perplexity. In all the years he'd known you, even as a child, you'd never once spoken to him so harshly.

"I'm happy for you, and Drew, for becoming professional hockey players. But ever since you became official, you've been more of a jerk than I usual, and I've put up with it. Especially when I used to come to Drew's get togethers back then more often. And the last time I came by with Jason, it was actually worse than the other times. So, trust me, I'm even shocked that I still felt the urge to come by when I probably should of avoided coming here as a form of self-care.” You rant. 

Even though the music and bustle of the people around you guys drowned out your conversation, you had an inkling not to make a scene. At the same time, you couldn't help but lash out at Gojo. 

You'd had enough of men who were self-centered and refused to be as emotionally attentive to you as you were to them. 

You rub your throbbing temple as you exhale a shaky sigh and try your hardest to get a good grip on your thoughts.

Space. I need space. Being around him is just triggering me more.

"You know what? Can you please just leave me alone-"

"Hey! My two favorite people are here!"

Drew's jovial voice is suddenly in close proximity to both you and Gojo. Before you get a chance to follow the direction of the voice, you feel a heavy arm drape itself over your shoulders. 

You look to your left, where the firmness of Drew's side is at yours. Your brother looks down at you with a beaming smile. 

"You made it; I was getting worried for a sec, Y/N." He pauses to look over at Gojo. "And you finally rolled out of bed. I swear, when we're on break like this, you have the most unstable sleeping schedule. I can't tell when you're up or sleeping in. Hey, are you alright?" 

Drew, for the first time since inserting himself in the conversation, notices the troubled expression on Gojo's face. 

"Yeah," he says after a moment, blinking rapidly. a faint smile forms on his lips. "I just need a drink, that's all. Please tell me you've got something good here this time. At the last party it felt like I was drinking Kool-Aid."

 Gojo's diverging of the topic does the trick quite well—in the case of Drew—because in that moment, your brother responds proudly, "See, this time, the drinks are gonna have us all on our asses tonight. Remember those friends we made? The ones who worked at that bar we visited that one time? Well, they made the drinks in the dispenser at the table, so be warned. From what I saw, they were a bit heavy handed with the Everclear." 

"Sounds good; I think I'll go make me a drink."

"AHT, Aht! Before you do that, there are actually some girls want to meet the two of us.”

And

Ok, that's gross, and that's my cue to head over to the drinking table and mingle. 

Obviously, you all weren't kids anymore and were venturing through adulthood while gathering life experiences. Well, life experiences and intimate ones. You might not have known much about hockey, but you weren't oblivious to the lifestyle of a successful athlete. People gravitate toward them and try to win their favor in various ways. 

It wasn't your business what Drew did as an adult, though you still viewed him as your baby brother you needed to look out for. To some extent, you extended this sentiment to Gojo. But, once again, only to a point.

  For the moments you used to be around Gojo more often, with other mutual associates included, you found yourself uncomfortable when they tended to bring up sex. You weren't a prude; you enjoyed sex. However, if they even mentioned the topic, or in this case, the possibility of engaging in it with others, you felt compelled to leave.

 You could see the table with the cups and large drink dispensers from where you were standing. Apart from a few familiar faces, the bright colors of the liquid visible through the clear dispensers looked inviting. 

"I'm going to go mingle with some people and grab a drink. You guys have fun." You announce to Drew.

You don't even bother looking at Gojo, despite the fact that you can feel his eyes probing you. You turn and walk casually towards the table. 

"Alright! try not to drink too much!" Drew calls.

You simply wave, merely to give your brother confirmation that you heard him—not that you would comply with his words.

The drink and its effects would wear off Which was fine—you didn't want to depend on it in life. But for the night, you wanted to overindulge as much as your body could handle. You needed to escape from being so doting and caring for others before yourself. You wanted to run from remembering your difficult breakup and thinking about the men in your life who didn't appreciate you despite your care for them. 

You wanted to feel free. 

And you would. 

After tonight's events, it would all very well make you unconstrained—hence, fourth—in more ways than one.

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[atwooozi]

gojo x original character

Chapter 5: All Work and No Play

summary: Ai, Junpei, and Geto watch Gojo and Nobara film a gag scene. Ai struggles with her feelings about Gojo's talent and personality. During a glitch, Gojo wants a game, but Geto suggests an interview. Ai interviews Gojo, but he's uncooperative. Despite her annoyance, Ai vows to uncover more about Gojo.

genre: modern AU, slice of life, comedy, eventual romance, eventual smut, some angst

A/N: I'm not sure if anyone has been listening to the music I've suggested with each chapter so far, but if you are and you like that style of music I'd recommend the whole Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt: The Original Soundtrack. It's such a fun combination of pop, dance, and electro sounds. One of my favorite producers/artists worked on it TeddyLoid and his beats are just out of this world.

With all that being said, the recommended song for this chapter is: Fallen Angel Feat. Aimee B

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Ai, Junpei, and Geto stood a few paces behind the director, Gakuganji. They were given specific instructions not to talk to the man, so it made sense to stand behind him. Out of sight out of mind so to speak. She couldn’t imagine what such an old-looking man could do, but she wasn’t keen on finding out.  

Ai watched the monitor in silence as Gojo entered the frame along with Nobara. They were filming a gag bit for a future episode. So instead of being a script change, it was an additional scene. 

From the looks of it, Gojo and Nobara played off each other well. Gojo worked well with their newest actor, Itadori Yuuji, too. 

Out of the whole ensemble cast Itadori and Nobara were the newest to acting from what Ai knew. Unless you had a keen eye you couldn't tell. They both had a natural way about them as they said their lines and moved about their scenes. They made it seem easy, or maybe Gojo knew how to act in such a way that didn't make Nobara and Yuuji stand out as much in comparison. 

As goofy as the man seemed to act off camera, and in front of the camera for that matter, he was serious when it came to his work. He met every mark, delivered every line, ad-libbed without confusing his co-stars. Ai was no master actor, but it didn’t take a master to know that Gojo was good. 

Ai sighed as she did her best to concentrate on the monitor. She made a note to herself that she’d rewatch some clips from Gojo’s earlier work later. She wanted to see if there was an obvious change from then to now. She could imagine Gojo being one of those types who was just naturally good at everything. He seemed annoying like that.    

“Cut!” Gakuganji yelled in a gruff voice. Ai was surprised that the man was even able to achieve the volume he did despite how old he looked. 

Gojo walked off the set while the crew reset the scene and made his way over to the small trio with a satisfied smile. 

“Well?” He asked. 

“You were amazing, Gojo-san!” Junpei said with more enthusiasm than Ai ever knew he had. 

Gojo’s smile only brightened. He loved the praise. It didn’t matter how much or how little he got. He reveled in it. It made it even harder for Ai to compliment him. She didn’t want to feed into the massive ego that the man already had. 

“What did you think, bighead?” Gojo asked as he hooked his thumb under his blindfold, lifting it to make proper eye contact with her. 

Ai rolled her eyes and looked away from the building-sized man. “That’s not my name, idiot .” 

Gojo practically bent in half and put his face directly in front of Ai’s. “That’s not my name either, bighead .” 

Ai bristled at his actions and took a step back. The man didn’t seem to have any concept of personal space at all. She could practically feel his breath on her. It made her face flush. The warmth from his body and his proximity to her was just too much for her to handle. In all honesty, she wanted to just headbutt him. That would teach him to be so close to her. It was perfect because he wouldn't even be able to see it coming because of the stupid blindfold. 

She knew that even if she did headbutt the man it would probably only hurt her more. She let out a deep breath and looked to where she assumed Gojo’s eyes were under his blindfold. Squaring off her shoulders and lifting her head she sent a glare his way.  

“Impressive, Gojo-san,” Ai admitted begrudgingly, her tone laced with reluctant admiration. Ai wanted to lie. She wanted to tell him that he sucked and that she hated it but even though Gojo hardly knew her. They both knew that she would be lying if she said anything else. 

Gojo chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of smugness that made Ai want to gouge his eyes out. He stood to his full height and pulled his blindfold down, letting it hang loosely around his neck. His white tresses fell into his eyes. “High praise coming from you, bighead,” He teased, though there was warmth in his tone. 

Ai bit her tongue. She wanted to say something, but she instead chose to focus on maintaining her composure. She had to be professional since she had her kouhai with her, after all. She couldn’t set a bad example like this. 

Even if Gojo deserved it. 

“ It’s Amada Ai ,” Ai corrected sharply, refusing to acknowledge the nickname he seemed insistent on using. 

“Right, right,” Gojo said with a playful wink, his grin taking on a cat-like appearance. “Ai-chan it is then.” 

She wanted to hit him. She needed to hit him. Ai would lose her job. She would never work in the industry again, probably, but it would be worth it. Right? No.  

Suppressing a sigh, it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she turned her attention back to the set, determined to concentrate on anything else but the subject of her article. After all, Ijichi had asked that they not distract Gojo while he was running scenes. She was just doing what she was told. 

“Toru, I think you’re needed back on set,” Geto said with a small smile playing on his lips. 

Gojo looked over his shoulder and it seemed that the crew was done resetting the scene. “Aw, too bad,” He pouted as he glanced back Ai’s way, raising his blindfold once more to wink at her. “I’ll see you guys later!” He said before running back to mark. 

“That’s your best friend?” Ai asked Geto in a hushed tone. 

Geto smiled and shrugged. “Annoying people need friends too.” 

Ai couldn’t help but scoff, her eyes following Gojo’s retreating figure as he bounded back onto the set. “How charitable of you,” she muttered under her breath, her irritation with Gojo still simmering beneath the surface. 

Junpei, stood beside them, shifting on his feet, unsure what to make of the exchange between Ai and Gojo. He glanced at Geto for guidance, who simply offered him an encouraging smile and a shrug before turning his attention back to Ai. 

“Don’t pay him too much attention, Amada-san,” Geto said, his voice soft but reassuring. “He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.” 

Ai nodded, appreciating Geto’s attempt to diffuse the tension. “I know,” she replied, her tone softening a bit. “He’s just…a lot.” 

Geto laid a comforting hand on Ai’s shoulder. “Believe me, I know .” He dropped his arm from Ai’s shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. “Just get the article done and then you won’t have to deal with him at all after that.” 

Ai nodded, she appreciated Geto and his understanding. Despite Gojo’s antics, she was determined to stay professional. He was not going to let him get under her skin. With a deep breath, she turned her attention back to the set. 

As the crew prepared for the next take, Ai couldn’t help but steal a glance at Gojo, who was now fully engrossed in his role once again. Ignoring their earlier exchange, she had to admit, that he was captivating to watch. Maybe there was more to Gojo than just this playful air he put on. She was praying that there was for the sake of her sanity and her story. 

Ai focused on the scene unfolding before her, determined to take in as much as she could from what was happening, she was going to make this work. Even if it meant tolerating Gojo’s childishness along the way. 

Just as the scene reached its climax, there was a sudden technical glitch. The lights had started to flicker, and the cameras had stopped rolling. 

“Cut!” Gakuganji yelled yet again in his surprisingly booming voice. 

The crew scrambled to fix the issue, but from the looks of it, it seemed like it might take some time. But with the way that director Gakuganji seemed to rant and rave they might get it done even faster.  

Amidst the chaos, Gojo approached Ai, Junpei, and Geto, his expression not as relaxed as Ai was used to. “Looks like we’ve hit a snag,” He said, gesturing towards the crew trying to troubleshoot the problem. 

Ai nodded as she looked on curiously, watching members of the crew scramble around the stage. “Any idea how long it’ll take to fix?” 

Gojo shrugged, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a more serious tone. “Hard to say,” he admitted. “But knowing these guys, they’ll have it sorted out soon enough.” 

Junpei looked around, worried, shifting nervously on his feet. “What should we do in the meantime?” He asked, glancing around uncertain about the situation taking place around them. 

Gojo considered Junpei’s words for a moment before a spark of inspiration lit up his already bright eyes. “Why don’t we play everyone’s favorite game, name all the things you like about Gojo Satoru!” 

Ai and Junpei both exchanged glances before looking Geto’s way, both unsure of what to think. Geto didn’t give either of them anything . This couldn’t be serious. He had to be joking.

“You’re joking,” Ai frowned at him. 

“Of course not!” Gojo beamed as he flicked his hair out of his eyes. 

Ai cleared her throat, trying to find the right words. “Um, Gojo-san, I’m not sure that’s really appropriate given the circumstances…” 

“Perhaps, this would be a good time to sit for some questions?” Geto suggested as he clapped a hand on Gojo’s back. 

Ai nodded in agreement, feeling relieved that Geto was assisting her at the moment. “Yes, let’s do that.” 

Gojo pursed his lips at the suggestion for a moment before nodding. “Fine,” he agreed, the playful glint still in his eyes. “We’ll save the game for another time then!” 

As the crew worked to resolve the electrical issue, Ai, Junpei, Geto, and now Gojo found themselves on an unexpected break. The group returned to Gojo’s dressing room to give the crew the space to work without any disturbances. Despite Gojo’s initial suggestion of playing a game, a dumb one at that, Geto’s idea of sitting for questions seemed more appropriate given the circumstances and a better use of time, frankly. 

Gojo settled himself onto the couch in his dressing room, manspreading in a way that Ai wasn’t even aware people were capable of. He was tall, that much was obvious, but the way he spread himself out made him almost overwhelming. Ai sat across from him, taking ‌the lead, while Junpei did his best to help Geto with lighting so he could get a good shot during the impromptu interview session. This wasn’t the ideal setting or mood that Ai wanted, but she wouldn’t complain. It was better than nothing. 

Gojo flashed ‌a cheeky grin in Ai’s direction. He was enjoying all the fussing people were doing for his sake. “Fire away, Ai-chan.” 

Ai cleared her throat, suppressing the part that wanted to correct Gojo for his overly casual use of her name, but she had to remind herself that they needed to build rapport, not set up walls. Boundaries would come after they broke the ice a little.

 “Well…” She started, “Your performance today was quite impressive. What made you want to act?” 

It was an obvious question. The blandest question an interviewer could ask an actor. Ai imagined it was a tired question that every actor hated, but seeing as there was close to nothing about Gojo out there aside from him being a clown it was the best place to start.  

Gojo leaned back, appearing thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. He looked around the room for something to focus on before bringing his attention back to Ai, quirking the corners of his lips up in a smug grin. 

“Nothing?”

 Ai blinked at him. He couldn’t be serious. While Ai couldn’t be sure it felt like he was just toying with her. How could he not have an answer to such a softball question? 

Gojo gave a playful shrug and rested his chin against his fist. He seemed bored already with the way he seemed to fidget in his seat. 

Was he just playing with her? Or did he actually not have a reason? Ai wouldn’t put it past Gojo just joining the acting world on a whim. She would’ve even settled for the PR response at this point. At least that was better than nothing.    

Ai sighed and readjusted herself. “ Okay …” she pursed her lips in thought as she tried to segway to something else. “How do you feel about your work on Jujutsu Kaisen? Lots of shows only get limited runs these days and you just finished making a movie.” 

Gojo hummed and shrugged in response. “Lucky, I guess.” A boyish grin played on his face. “I like who I work with and it’s something that I would probably watch.”

Ai felt like she was pulling teeth. She knew that she couldn’t expect some deep, thought-provoking answers especially not after just meeting the guy, but Gojo was making this feel impossible and they were only two questions in.  

“Have you felt unlucky in the past?”

“Unlucky?” Gojo pursed his lips as he thought about it. “...Not me personally, bu-”

Bingo. 

“E-excuse me…” One of the production staff knocked gently on the door to Gojo’s dressing room. “We were able to fix the issue so we need Gojo-san back on set.” 

No!

Ai wanted to slam her head into the wall. How was it that when she felt like she was getting somewhere the world would just snatch it away like that? Why? She just wanted to do her job. Was that such a crime?  

“Well, I guess we’ll have to continue this later,” Ai said as she straightened out her skirt, pulling herself out of her self-loathing. “Thanks for your time, Gojo-san.” 

The sound of voices in the halls signaled that issues were truly resolved. Although Ai was reluctant she stood up from her seat. She wanted to hear the rest of what Gojo was going to say. What did he mean when he said not him personally?

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief once again. “Anytime, Ai-chan. You know where to find me if you ever want to dive deeper into the mind of the great Gojo Satoru.” 

Ai rolled her eyes but waved the man off as he took his leave. She was left with a newfound sense of curiosity about the enigmatic actor. She almost felt bad for dismissing him as nothing more than a clown. He was indeed a clown, but a clown with something lingering underneath. A clown with mystique.  

“Well, that was something,” Geto said, pulling Ai from her thoughts. 

Ai turned to the other men in the room with a slight frown. “Yeah….” She walked over towards Geto, wanting to take a peek at the photos he took. “Let me see the pictures you took.” 

Geto and Junpei both hesitated for a moment. Ai frowned at the two. “What?” 

An awkward silence filled the air as the three stood there in the corner of the room. 

“I forgot to take any pictures…” Geto admitted. 

“ What? ” 

Ai couldn’t believe this guy. Maybe she was wrong to want to murder Gojo. Her true target was Geto. He had somehow tricked her into thinking he was more dependable. 

“I was too focused on you guys talking,” Geto stated awkwardly as he stepped behind Junpei, trying to put some space between him and Ai. 

 Despite a groan of frustration, Ai tried her best to smile through it. However, judging by the expressions on Junpei and Geto's faces, her smile must have been quite disconcerting.

“Amada-san, are you okay?” Geto asked hesitantly as he took another step away from her. 

Ai let out a mirthless chuckle at the question. Was she okay? Of course, she wasn’t okay. She was writing a story on Gojo fucking Satoru. She was losing her mind and they were only on their second official on the job. How did she get stuck with two man-children? What had she done in a past life to be cursed like this?

“No, you, monkey!” Ai groaned as he tapped Geto on the shoulder with her notebook. 

It’s important to note that even though Ai was upset and liked to think about physically hurting people to self-soothe she would never harm anyone physically. Not that she could anyway.

Geto looked down at his shoulder where Ai “hit” him and raised a brow at her. “Did you just call me a monkey?”

Now that Ai felt more composed she met Geto’s gaze with a frown. “Yes,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.  

“Senpai, I’ll make sure he does his job properly next time,” Junpei said, bowing his head slightly, trying his best to diffuse the situation. If she didn’t feel so defeated, Ai would have smiled at Junpei’s gesture.  

“Hey!” Geto tsked at Junpei. “I don’t need a kid checking up on me.” 

Ai sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and amusement at the situation. “Well, it looks like I’ll have to make sure to keep an eye on the both of you next time.” She said, trying her best to lighten the mood. "But for now, let’s focus on getting some good shots for next time.” 

Ai turned her attention to Geto. “I know your friend is handsome, but make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

Geto rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Amada-san.” 

Ai waved off his apology with a grin. “Alright, apology accepted. Let’s just get it together for next time. We have three weeks, you guys.” 

Junpei gave an enthusiastic nod, and Geto gave a subdued smile. Ai sighed at their reactions but did her best to shrug it off. She glanced around the room one last time before they packed up for the day and her eyes lingered on the door Gojo had exited through. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she should’ve kept Gojo for a few minutes longer. Just long enough to finish that thought. 

She shook her head as if to shake the nagging in her mind. Next time, she would find out what Gojo meant. For now, though, she needed to worry about her team. 

[yandere-sins]

can i have a yandere gojo who impregnates reader, y/n manages to run away, moves out to another country and after a year and a half, gojo, who sort of came to his senses, founds y/n and wants y/n back? only for his yandere traits to come back again out of fear that he'll lose y/n and the baby for good?

also, thank you so much for your hard work!

Thanks for the request!

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♡ There probably are only a few people in the world able to understand a maniacal mind like Gojo’s. The amount of willpower and discipline to overcome an obsession like he had for you borders on the opposite end of the psychopath as he was when you were still with him. The time it took for him to forget your perfume, to not stalk random people that had your hair color, to exit a store when a song began to play that you would hum from time to time. That time was nothing more than divine punishment, it seemed; otherwise, it would be hard to explain. His heart and body could understand you were gone, but his mind just couldn’t let go of your image. Gojo would see you in the corners of his eyes, hear your laugh when a group of people passed him, and sleep in your apartment just to get the last bit of comfort that you left. For a long time, he believed you’d be back, but even he had to realize you wouldn’t at some point or another.

♡ Imagine the surprise when he did actually see you, passing by the storefront of a 7-Eleven while he was reading magazines inside. Imagine his eyes following you, thinking how odd it was that you’d be back after he managed to forget you. The magazine slowly slipping from his hand and falling to the floor as he storms out of the store, trying to find you in the masses of people. Every alleyway could be your hideout and every store a place for you to avoid him, but he just knows. He knows you’re returning to your apartment that holds all the stuff that you left behind. Why else would you be back? Surely not for him.

♡ Gojo can’t stop his heart from racing as he watches you enter the apartment from across the street. Nothing changed. Not the passcode at the door, not you, not his love. The latter is beginning to rip at his heart, making him want to scream as the waves of suppressed pain return, the pain that you put him through. Yet, one thing is different. You’re not alone, judging by the stroller you are parking in the hallway of your apartment building. Gojo can tell by the little baby hands gripping tightly into your shirt, less white hair than his, but a remarkably fair color peeking over your shoulder, and the rocking motion you’re making that you were extremely busy the last few months. That’s probably the reason you never contacted him, right?

♡ Admittedly, he’s a bit impatient as he rings the doorbell, standing right before your door waiting. Over and over, his fingers pushes into the button, the sound overshadowed by his own thoughts. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” you yell, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, he hears your voice. It echoes through his body, his thoughts shifting to the feeling of your voice dripping over every fiber of his being. Gojo shudders as he waits for you to open, impatient, barely holding back from bursting down the door. He has questions. Oh, so many questions, and he steps aside from the peephole, waiting for you to open the damn door before he loses it.

♡ Your reaction time is still bad, or maybe his is just too good. Gojo’s had always been better. That’s why he got a hold of you first. With his hand covering your mouth, his foot in the gap of the door before you can smack it in his face, and a warning, “Ah-ah-ah,” from his curled up lips, he steps inside, pressing you to the wall. His hand only disappears from your mouth so he can replace it with his lips, the taste of your tongue still as exquisite and desperately wanted by him as he remembers, when you two suddenly get interrupted by a fussy baby asking for attention. His head turns towards the living room as he puts his hand back in place to keep you from alerting anyone, and your eyes follow, your whole body growing tense as Gojo’s grin widens.

♡ He lets go of you - a great price to pay, but his curiosity wins. But no matter how much you claw at him, try to hold him back, and plead with Gojo, he doesn’t stop, only pushing you aside with the tiniest bit of effort, walking right over to the child sitting on your bed. Picking it up, you can only stare in horror as Gojo holds your kid, their resemblance almost terrifying, and Gojo calmly soothes the fussy baby as if he never hurt a fly in his life. Rocking it and talking nonsense, you only grow more and more scared of what he will do, knowing his true nature a bit too well to trust him with your baby. But he’s nothing close to the monster you experienced in your past. Even your child seems perfectly fine, slowly falling asleep in the arms of the beast. You try once again, try to get closer to save your baby, at least if you already cannot protect yourself from Gojo, but he presses the little one closer to his chest, leaning forward as if to spite you. There’s still a smile playing on his lips, but you’re not someone he can fool with the mask he put on. Under his blindfold, his eyes are probably those of the psycho you remembered. “I never knew you wanted a family,” he muses, and you can’t help but feel disgusted. “Not with you,” you hiss back, and Gojo straightens his back, sighing as he looks down on the kid in his arms. “Too bad,” he fakes pity. “When you know what’s good for you, then I am sure you remember where to find me. I’ll be taking my child.”

♡ Before you can protest or even reach out to your baby, Gojo is gone. He knows as well as you do that you can’t abandon your own kid. It was the leverage he always needed against you, that lacked in the past. This time, you’d have to return to him, the exact opposite from what you did one and a half years ago, and there was no way you’d be able to leave as long as he had this power over you. Gojo sat down with that little clone of his, waiting for you to return to the hell, confident that with this responsibility, you two simply were bound to be together forever. His child was just one more person he could never let go of; that much was evident by the beautiful, shining blue eyes coming directly from him.

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Romance Me || Gojo Satoru

You break up with Gojo because he isn't giving you what you need in the relationship. And when you get a rebound, Gojo isn't too happy about that.

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~ NSFW 18+

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You broke up with Gojo months ago simply because you weren't getting what you needed from the relationship. It was lacking heavily in the romance department, like was it so much to ask for him to be romantic once in a while? Maybe a candle lit dinner? For him to send you flowers and chocolates? Though, you shouldn't have been surprised, this was Satoru Gojo we were talking about, romance wasn't in his vocabulary.

At first your relationship with him was fun and exciting, and the sex was amazing and he was so adventurous in the bedroom, there was literally nothing he wasn't willing to try, which was one of the many things you adored about him. You just felt like the relationship wasn't going anywhere, and sure fighting curses in the city was exhilarating and having sex in his car was thrilling but you wanted more than just being destructive with one another. Maybe a relationship with Gojo was doomed to fail from the start, but you still hoped that maybe he would have a change of heart and start treating you the way you deserved to be treated.

He didn't take the breakup very well, you knew he wouldn't, and he was quick to flip the situation around and act like he was the one that broke it off when that clearly wasn't what happened. When you explained why you were choosing to break up with him, he didn't understand, he believed because you were a Jujutsu Sorcerer, a word like romance wasn't in your vocabulary either, but there was a lot more to you than being a fellow sorcerer.

Because you wanted to show Gojo what he was missing, you found yourself a rebound and started flaunting him off to the rest of the Jujutsu Sorcerers, making sure to hold hands with him and kiss one another while Gojo was in the same room, just to provoke him. The sorcerer welcomed your new boyfriend with open arms, allowing you to invite him over whenever you wanted as long as he followed orders of course, which got under Gojo’s skin even more, because not only did he have to hear you talk about him all day, but he had to see you two together being all lovey-dovey with one another. Gojo knew that you couldn't care less about this new rebound of yours, that you were just keeping him around merely to make him jealous, and he found that he loathed seeing another man touch you and be in the same proximity as you. You were supposed to be his, and only his, and the thought of someone else in your bed made him feel sick, it made Gojo want to tear this guy limb from limb, and he would do just that after he got you back.

One night after you and your new boyfriend were spending some heated alone time together (and you two were sure to make a ton of noise so Gojo could hear everything) you went downstairs with him to open the door for him and to exchange sappy goodbyes before he left the building. You closed the door with a loud bang before you made your way back upstairs to your room. When you returned to your room, you saw Gojo sitting comfortably on your bed, sitting cross legged, humming away a tune as he waited for you to come back.

"Satoru, what are you doing here?" you asked with narrowed eyes, annoyance evident in your tone. "You know me and my boyfriend just had sex on that bed, right?" you added with a snort.

"So you replace me for that piece of shit?" he rasped, his nose wrinkling in distaste.

"I guess so, he's so much more romantic and sweet, and he knows exactly how to make me happy," you said as you dreamily sighed, taking a seat on a chair across the bed as you looked at him.

"Tell me you didn't let him come inside you," he replied gruffly, his tone threatening and dripping with venom as the mental image crossed his mind.

"You have no business knowing that, so I don't need to answer any of your invasive questions," you told him before you added with a wide smile, "but what I can tell you is that he has a bigger dick than you, and he's way better in bed than you, he's got more experience," you lied, shrugging your shoulders, relishing in the fact how overwrought he was with jealousy.

He merely laughed at your response, knowing that you weren't being honest with him or yourself, "Oh Y/N, don't lie to me and yourself, I bet he can't even make you come," he said with a forced smile stretched across his face in attempt to hide some of his anger. "C'mon, we both know you're just using him because you're not with me anymore, it's so obvious it's pathetic, and there's no way in hell that shithead can really make you happy."

"Oh of course he does, like I said he has a ton of experience and he knows exactly how I like it," you lied again with a smug smile stuck on your face. "Someone sounds jealous," you taunted in a sing-song tone.

"Oh yeah? Sure he does," he spat as he sneered, and in one quick motion he removed himself from his position on the bed and you stood up from the chair as well when he stepped towards you, standing face to face with you. "What makes you think I'm jealous anyway? I don't give a shit if he fucked you," he continued in a harsh tone, each word laced with acrimony.

"Really now? Sure sounds like it," you mocked with a curl of your lip, "I didn't think you were the jealous type."

"That's cause I'm not, your little boy toy just fucking vexes me," he snarled as he took another step towards you, so close now that his hot breath was fanning over your mouth, sending a tingle down your spine as your gaze remained unwavering upon his. You could see every twitch of his features, he was sick with envy, that much was clear. His hands were at his sides, clenching and unclenching in frustration as you continued to look at him with that self-satisfied smile.

"Tell me then, why does he vex you?" you asked, playing dumb, tilting your head to the side as you waited for his answer. You expected him to start cursing you out but instead he grabbed a fistful of your hair until you were both looking each other directly in the eye, barely a distance between you two. He crashed his lips into yours, devouring you in the ruthless kiss you had come to know so well. When you felt his tongue retract to plunge further, you bit down hard on his lower lip. You heard him intake a sharp breath, a low, guttural growl vibrating deep as you crushed your lips upon his, without a care if you hurt him or not, teeth knocking and noses bumping from the rush of the kiss. His hands groped around your hips, his fingers digging hard under your skirt and into your pantyhose, tearing the fabric as he lifted you by your ass, slamming you back against the wall, forcing your legs apart and hooking them around his waist.

"I fucking hate it when people touch what's mine," he breathed heavily against your mouth, "you're mine, Y/N, you don't belong to anyone else," his tone was raspy and threatening as he growled possessively.

"Now that sounded romantic," you hummed, and he smirked against your lips as he continued to press his pair insistently upon yours.

Your nails started to scratch and dig into his back, leaving streaks of pale, pink lines, making him groan into your mouth. You bit his lower lip hard and held him close to you as you ground against him feverishly. He panted hard against your mouth before turning his attention to your neck, biting and sucking hard, making you yelp out from the stinging sensations that spread across your whole body. It wasn't long until you got your revenge and started to bite and pull on his jaw, lips and chin, continuing the assault on his neck and shoulder.

You could feel his member hardening as he pinned you with his body. He was suffocating you, and every time you attempted to come up for air, he denied you. You were tasting blood, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your own.

Finally managing to grab a fistful of his hair, you pulled him back as you both gasped for air. Fresh blood was smeared across his mouth, it was blended with your lip-gloss like a stain. It was rough and perfect, just the way you liked it. He knew exactly how to suck you right back in. You both remained this way for what might have been mere minutes, but it felt like an eternity. His bright blue eyes were burning and intense, a wry grin playing in between each breath.

His tongue languidly licked the blood from his lower lip before he leaned in just beneath your jaw, biting hard into the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth piercing it. You emitted a loud moan, bucking and grinding down into his hips as you felt him sucking and pulling you tighter to him, crushing your breasts against him. You were convinced he was trying to tear your flesh from your bone, until he finally released his seal with a loud pop.

"If I have to keep branding you until you remember who you belong to," he started, his voice gravelly against the bruise already forming and blending into your neck as you felt his hand drawing down your thigh, tearing the skirt off along the way. "I will."

"That's more like it," you purred. You were both tearing off the other's clothes in a frenzy, tossing aside the articles of clothing across the room in your haste. When you were both completely bare, he hoisted you up by your ass, and you clung to him before he dropped you down on the bed. He was quick to crawl atop you, and he pushed your legs aside with a hand, seeking out the scorching heat between your thighs.

Your breath hitched as his thumb dipped between your dripping folds, parting you as he spread the wetness gathered there, your hips jutting out impatiently against his touch for more contact, "so wet for me, and only for me, you're not allowed to be like this for anyone else," he cursed hoarsely, his voice raw with his need for you. His fingers danced against your sex, palm pressing into your engorged clit, earning him a mewl of pleasure.

You threw your head back against the bed, your body arching into his touch to give him better access to the place you needed him most. You released a sharp intake of breath when he sunk two of his long fingers into your tight wet heat, his palm brushing against your clit as his lips dropped to your heaving bosom while his fingers worked over you at a maddening pace, turning you into a whimpering wanton mess beneath him.

You were putty in his hands, your body molding itself to his talented fingers with a drawn out moan. Gojo groaned at the feeling of your slick walls wrapping so deliciously against his digits, and his hard member was throbbing as he thought about how all he wanted was to take you the way he used to. You rocked your hips against his probing fingers, your eyes squeezing shut with pleasure, body begging him to pick up his pace within you. He was quick to comply, his fingers meeting your thrusts before curving them inside of you, making you cry out as you called his name in unadulterated praise.

His fingers surged into you as he rolled his wrist repeatedly against your clit, bringing his forehead to your own, his nose brushing upon your own, lips inches from yours as he groaned, "Come for me, baby, I want you to come for me, just like you used to."

He sucked your swollen lip into his mouth, leading with his chin as he listened to your strangled plea for mercy, making him chuckle in amusement.

"Come on, come for me, Y/N," he drawled out, scissoring his fingers inside of you as you moaned shamelessly, your toes curling in anticipation for the release you so desperately craved. "Come for me," he repeated, his gaze flitting to your closed lids as he watched you fall apart from his ministrations. With one more rapid and harsh thrust of his skilled fingers, you moaned his name out as you came, completely soaking them with your juices.

He smirked proudly, slipping his fingers from your quivering walls which instantly made you whimper in protest. He lifted his hand to his mouth, sucking his drenched fingers between his lips to taste your sweet essence. Your body heaved against the mattress, watching intently as he tasted you, licking your lips as you heard his moan of approval, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"Mmm, it's just like I remembered it," he purred.

He released his fingers after he was sure he got every last drop, there was a wicked gleam in his eye before he lowered his lips to your nipple, taking it greedily within his hot mouth. He tortured the flesh with his tongue and mouth, alternating between nipping and sucking as his hand worked at the other, pinching and twisting. He smirked against your bud as you moaned encouragingly, spurring him on. He released you, his hand and mouth switching places, sucking upon one and thumbing the other, making you emit moan after moan.

"Only I get to touch you now, no other fucker touches what's mine, you hear me?" he rasped, growling deep from his throat, the vibrations shooting straight to your core as he once again wrapped his mouth around your nipple, sinking his teeth into it and making your whole body tremble with the harsh treatment.

You rocked your hips desperately against him which made him let out a strangled sound around your nipple. "Satoru," you whispered breathlessly, your head thrashing about against the sheets, his mouth and fingers completely relentless. "Please fuck me, already, stop wasting time, fuck I need you."

"That's the spirit baby," he cooed before he asked in a taunting tone, "and where do you need me exactly?"

His eyes were dark and hooded as he looked upon your flushed face, red coloring your cheeks, his warm breath hitting your tender, wet flesh, making you whimper and keen. "You miss me, don't you? You miss me filling you up, fucking you senseless into this mattress like I used to, huh? Tell me Y/N, you need to tell me," he demanded as he bumped his hips against yours, teasing you mercilessly.

"Yes, yes I miss you, I miss us, I just want to feel you inside me again," you admitted through a ragged breath. His lips curled into a smug, amused smirk, his eyes shining with dark intent. You couldn't wait any longer, you just wanted to feel him inside of you again like before.

"Of course you miss me, I knew that shithead was doing a shit job pleasing you," he taunted, "now get on your hands and knees for me," he ordered huskily.

You were quick to comply, positioning yourself on your hands and knees before him, his mouth watering at the sight. He dipped his head down beside yours, his lips pressing against your ear as he whispered, "That's a good girl, fuck, I missed seeing you like this," he told you, moving to take his position behind you. His length was digging deliciously against the curve of your backside, and you curved your spine, wiggling your ass impatiently in his direction, bracing yourself on your forearms and elbows.

"Just like that, you're fucking beautiful," he purred, expressing his approval, his voice dripping with sin. He worked his hand over his rigid shaft in a few jerky movements with his fist, swiping the head of his member against your dripping sex.

"Satoru, oh fuck," you whimpered as your fingers clawed at the sheets beneath you, grabbing and pulling at them in your desperation. He bit back a groan as he felt your wetness come in contact with his head. His hand wrapped around your hip with a bruising grip as he finally thrust into you, sheathing himself into your wet heat with a grunt.

You gasped loudly, eyes shutting instantly and your walls closing in on him the second he slipped inside of you. You buried your head into the sheets as he stretched your inner walls in a way the man you were with never could. "Fuck," he groaned as he started rocking his hips against yours, slamming into you with a brutal, relentless force that had you bucking back up into him.

He gripped your hips tighter as he withdrew, then slowly plunged his member back in, pumping himself in and out at a frantic pace as you writhed and squirmed underneath him.

"So beautiful, who has the bigger dick? That little shithead, or me? And don't lie this time," he taunted through a drawl.

"Satoru! Yours is the biggest," you replied in a moan, mouth open wide as another cry emitted from your lips after a particularly harsh thrust, his way of expressing how much those words pleased him. "You make me feel so good, I can't get enough of your big cock," you whined as you matched the rhythm he set, though you were having trouble keeping up with him, and your hips were stuttering against his as you continued to squeeze his member greedily between your silken walls.

"That's right, and you're mine, all mine, no one's going to take you from me," he whispered as he rammed himself into your quivering, soaked entrance, the slapping of skin ringing in both of your ears. He sighed in relief when he pulled out only to surge right back in, his nails digging harshly into your hips as he yanked them closer, making sure that your whole body would be sore and aching tomorrow and that you wouldn't ever forget how he made you feel.

You moaned into the mattress as he continued to fill you, pounding you into the bed and his balls clapping against your flushed cheeks as you writhed about, fisting the sheets in your hands as tight as you possibly could. You were trembling with each heavy, rapid thrust, and you felt like you were going to combust from the heat that spread across your whole taut body. You breathed heavily as your head tilted to press your cheek against the bed, "Oh, I can't-"

Your words were swallowed by a soft cry, and you felt your walls clamp around his length, your climax threatening to burst within you.

"That's it, I want you to come for me again, come on," he urged, picking his pace up to push you over the edge. He drove himself into you over and over again, his thrusts sloppy and hips stuttering, knowing that his own release wasn't far behind. He was hitting that sweet spot with every single deep plunge, and it had you yelping out his name breathlessly as you trailed your quivering hand down until you found the spot right above where you two were joined to stimulate your engorged clit.

"That's it, touch yourself for me, baby, oh, just like that," he encouraged through a groan.

You rolled your clit around feverishly with shaking fingers as you sought release, pressing into it relentlessly and never ceasing in your movements, flicking and rubbing until you couldn't take it anymore.

With one final harsh thrust, you came with a shout, his name pouring out of your lips as your walls clenched all around his member. You bucked your hips wildly against him, and your release sparked his. He shot his thick seed up within you, filling you up with his warmth, just like he used to, his head falling against your backside as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, drawing it out until you fell boneless against the mattress, your arms giving out on you.

He allowed himself to remain sheathed inside of you until he softened, pulling out very slowly, making you hiss between gritted teeth at the sensation. He was quick to roll you around so that you were on your back now as he joined your side, both of you panting heavily and sucking in air desperately after the intensity of your orgasms. You two laid there on the disheveled sheets, silence thick in the air, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat as you stared up at the ceiling.

All of a sudden, Gojo whipped out a dark red rose, twirling the stem between his fingers before he handed it to you with a smile on his lips.

"Thought you would like it," he told you, his voice hoarse. You smiled as you took it, a warm and fuzzy feeling swelling in your chest at the romantic gesture. Perhaps there was more to Gojo than you originally thought. You took a whiff of its aroma before you turned to him and gave him a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, I will give it some water," you replied with a chortle before you placed it on your bedside table.

"You're mine. And I'm yours. Understand?" he told you breathlessly. He reached his hand out to grab yours, entwining his fingers through it as he held it up to his mouth, placing a quick peck on it before he pulled away.

You sighed dreamily as you nuzzled your head underneath the crook of his neck, curling up into his body before you replied, soft laughs spilling through small pants, "You so love me, it's official."

He merely laughed in response as he held you close to the warmth of his body, snuggling up to you as you hummed appreciatively. He didn't need to say it for you to know it.

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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + KUGISAKI NOBARA + GOJO SATORU || TAKING CARE OF THEIR SICK S/O

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 26 january

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon 

↳ request : Hello! Can I order headcanon's of the main trio + gojo of how they would take care of reader when they have the flu or are sick? Thank you!!! ~

↳ barista’s notes : hi there everyone~ how are you all? doing well? technically yesterday since it’s midnight here, but when i was answering question during my online class, i was listening to JJK ending song to fill in the silence and then my chemistry teacher scared me out of nowhere ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ (probably might upload a video later because i do have it on camera) but moving on from that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come to the cafe again soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

When you have fallen ill, Itadori will confidently show that he is worried about you and will constantly ask if you are okay - even when you have fallen asleep, he will ask you in a whispered tone.

“Are you okay? Are you comfortable, baby? Do you need anything?” 

“Babe, I’m alright for now, I just want cuddles”

On the low, I feel like his bright personality is medicine itself and once you gain vitamin D from his smile, you are up and feeling better already.

When he finds you ill, he will slightly panic since he sort of doesn’t know what to do, but he will try to calm himself down - of course, he has taken care of his grandfather, it was mainly the hospital taking care of him most of the time.

He has an idea on what to cook for you - because ever since that little juju stroll, we know he can - he will cook you something that is light, so expect a bowl of the soup on your bedside table.

He will 100% feed you but let you take as much time as you need because we all know that when we are sick, we have no appetite - or is that just me?

He will sometimes forget if you have taken your medicine or not since his worries get the best of him - so please inform him that you have and don’t lie.

Just know he will buy a huge bottle of water and place it near you since you need to be hydrated - and the huge bottle is because he will forget to get you more water if you have finished a cup.

Cuddles! If you demand cuddles, he will happily waste no time to cuddle you - probably because he wants cuddles as well - and just hold you to keep you comfortable.

He knows he can’t kiss you since you refuse to since you don’t want him to get him ill as well, so he will kiss your cheek/forehead as a temporary solution for the time being.

If you can’t sleep, he will tell you about his day and what he did leading you to fall asleep at the sound of his voice.

He knows that it's not good for you, but he will give you some sweets and a few snacks to help you have some sugar in your system so you have some sort of energy.

Overall, Itadori will be such a caring person and will try his best to make sure you get better as quickly as possible since he is worried that he’s not really the best carer, so please tell him that you are thankful.

Fushiguro will be worried but somehow doesn’t express it and will lightly scold you for getting ill in the first place - well I’m sorry, but what did you expect when you were fighting in the rain for an extremely long time.

“I told you to take care of yourself and you decided to do the opposite?”

Once he has finished scolding you, he checks everything like temperature and how you’re feeling before asking if you have eaten or had anything to drink - even if you have, he will make you drink a glass of water and eat right in front of him, so he knows you have - he will also make you ginger tea with honey as well because he is such a gentleman.

Will also make you take your medicine in front of him so he knows that you have as well - before you were even sick, he would have painkillers within his pocket already.

Fushiguro will prepare you a bowl of fruits like oranges, strawberries, apples, grapes and more - because citrus does help with illness (he probably knew that from one of his non-fiction books)

He will offer to change into one of his shirts if you have a fever or his jumper if you have a cold since he doesn’t want you to stay in your ill-ridden clothing.

“Take this and change into, you can give it back to me later okay?”

If he has to go somewhere, he will summon his divine dogs so they can keep an eye on you while he is away - but he won’t do this when he is on a mission because I think he can’t summon more than one shikigami at a time.

When he comes back, both divine dogs are already on your bed cuddling with you because you lowkey beckoned them to - Fushiguro will be jealous and tries not to show it.

Other times, he will summon his rabbits to help comfort you and he will be surprised on how many can actually fit in your bed cause all of them surround you to keep you warm - even some will go under your arm to let you cuddle with them.

If you ask for cuddles, he will shyly invite himself into your arms but since you are ill, he will be the big spoon for now and play with your hair to help comfort you - but he has a small smile on his face because it’s his turn now and not his dogs hehe.

Since he can’t kiss you on the lips, he would kiss your hand the most as a sense of comfort to you and him.

If you don’t have a headache, Fushiguro will read to you since you love the sound of his voice and it is easier for you to fall asleep.

If he has to go on a mission, he will leave a note and after the mission, he will text you to make sure you are okay.

Overall, Fushiguro is extremely worried about you internally and will do anything to get you better to the best of his abilities - but still on the low will scold you for not taking care of yourself before apologising for not making sure you’re not okay (baby, it ain’t your fault….)

When she finds out that you are sick, she will flat out call you an idiot for getting sick in the first place before angrily worrying about you.

“Why did you get sick in the first place you idiot?! We were supposed to go out today!”

Once her sulking fit has finished, she will then begin to try her best to take care of you but I feel like she wouldn’t know where to start.

Of course, she knows that you have to take medicine but she wouldn’t know when - like is it after you eat something or before, so please guide her along.

I don’t think she can cook, so she will order something for you - please tell her it has to be something fit for an illness because she will order cakes - or demand one of the boys to make something for her to give to you (100% she will threaten Itadori to make it then somehow drag Fushiguro into the situation)

You can literally hear them arguing outside your door and it’s quite funny, to be honest - probably lifts up your mood slightly but expect a headache after.

Of course, this doesn’t stop her from ordering both you and her bubble tea because what’s more perfect.

Once you are done eating and taking your medication, she will probably online shop with you to make up for the sudden change of plans for the date you two were supposed to go on.

Kugisaki will also help you do your skincare, probably will make you sit on the edge of the bath and just help you apply your moisturizer on your face since she knows this is one way to make you feel better - it also helps take away the feeling of being sick.

She will also brush your hair for you, so it is not a complete mess for the whole day and will help you put it in a bun.

She will invite Maki into your room to have a girl’s talk because it’s probably one of the only times where you three get to talk to one another about anything - even though you would sort of struggle but they’ll make you laugh (don’t ever expect Itadori and Fushiguro to be invited)

When you two are alone, she would also cup your face and just bombard you with kisses upon your cheek to help you comfort you and will hug you with a little pout - she is still disappointed that she didn’t get to go out with you.

At the end of the day, expect cuddles and a Netflix marathon - you two probably watch a lot of K-Dramas and maybe some Bridgerton (never watched it by the way but I am planning to).

Overall, She will try her best to make you better in no time, but her top priority is to try to make it more enjoyable for you and make you feel extremely beautiful during the time you are ill because the feeling is just horrible.

When Gojo discovers that you are ill, he will tease you in the beginning once he finds you - it’s not like he doesn’t care, it’s just this is the one thing you can’t really tease/fight him back except for a pillow being thrown at him.

“Honey~ why didn’t you tell me you were lovesick? Awww~ you love me too much” - then will sing Lovesick Girls by BLACKPINK to annoy you more.

Disclaimer, he will either not let the pillow touch him due to his infinity or he will allow the pillow to hit him and then complain that now he is hurt.

However, after his little teasing session is done, Gojo will start to make sure you are feeling okay by asking you a few questions while comparing your temperature to his by placing his forehead against yours.

Once he has established how unwell you are, he will begin to step up everything needed like water, food and medicine because he never knows when he is going to get called up by the higher-ups for an urgent mission.

However, if he is lucky and doesn’t get called up, expect him to dote on you throughout the whole day and the whole time you are ill.

If Gojo can cook, he will make a whole three-course meal for you to eat since he wants you to be full and have some energy, but if he can’t cook, he will make Ichiji go out and buy you something/order something for you.

Gojo will feed the food to you and refuses you to hold the utensils since ‘you’re too weak for it’ - because he just wants to feed and you will tease you by pulling the fork/spoon away.

He will also help you drink the glass of water he has prepared for you and call you a ‘good girl’ after the meal because he knows that you don’t really have the appetite to eat in the beginning.

Gojo will also prepare you a bath overflowing bubbles to help make you feel better and warm - but don’t be surprised when he will join you to hold you close but will make an excuse by saying to make sure ‘you don’t overheat’.

He will change you into one of his black jumpers or his white shirt - depends on the season - and will call you cute no matter what even when you deny it because you are ill.

He will already cuddle with you before you even ask him to, so let’s be happy that this man’s love language is physical touch.

Gojo will try to kiss you on the lips even though you told him not to, so please cover your mouth and let him kiss the black of your hand - other than that, he will kiss anywhere on your body that you will allow.

If he knows he has to go on a mission later, he would sit by your side and hold your hand close to him until he is called - will also leave a note to tell you why he isn’t by your side if you are asleep with a cup of water right beside it.

Overall, Gojo is such a teasing man but also extremely loving towards you when you are ill, he just wants you to get better and will act as normal as he can, so you can’t tell that he is worried about you. 

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

7. Festivities

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A/N: hi hi! soo a few things: I would like to warn that this chapter shows a more feminine side of the reader so if anyone is uncomfy,, you've been warned. this chapter is just friendship and ships (there's nobara x maki and yuuji x megumi if you squint a bit) and it's 3.0k words (new record!!!!!) so buckle up and enjoy! also, next chapter is my favorite so far so go read it as soon as you're done with this.

Toge persisted you to rest for the past three days, as you were indicated. He sat by your bedside so you wouldn’t go anywhere, always keeping your injured ankle raised and your head comfortable, helping you to change bandages from time to time. Even then, you persisted to go as normal and continue with your duties.

“So hot…” Maki complained from your green couch, her glasses set aside as she covered her eyes from the sun with her forearm.

“I think you should stop hugging Kugisaki, then” Megumi suggested, the redhead laying on top of her, but he just received a death glare.

“Shake” Toge agreed with Maki, laying on top of Panda, who was snoring loudly. You, on the other hand, were on top of Yuuji’s shoulders, working on your damaged air conditioner.

“Gimme the flat screwdriver, ‘Gumi” You extended your hand, the other one holding one of the filters of the AC.

Your air conditioning system broke down once a year, and you knew it was because of the dirty filters. For some reason, everyone decided to hang out in your room, so extra help was usually given out to you. Maki and Nobara cleaned the filters, Panda and Toge first assisted you and then the help shifted to Megumi and Itadori. The last one was more than glad to have a pair of thighs wrapped around his neck, and his smile displayed so as Inumaki and Megumi both stared him down to oblivion. With the screwdriver now in your hand, you pressed each filter well to its original place. You closed the lid and Yuuji plopped you down on your bed, making you laugh.

You reached in to click on the air conditioner, it turned on normally and after a few minutes, it wasn’t leaking water anymore. “It’s fixed” You heard a collective sigh you let out yourself, feeling the cold air fill the room.

Itadori laid down on the floor by your mini-fridge and Megumi sat at the edge of your bed, next to your feet. You were all so overwhelmed by the heat, no one really wanted to speak, just take in the fake rise in temperature to calm down their sweating and corporal heat.

Just as you were falling into pure, calm bliss, you heard bass thumping from down the hall. You opened your eyes and raised your head towards the door, at the same time everyone else did, confused. Queue in Gojo with a boombox from the 90s, playing ‘Congratulations’ by Post Malone. There was now a collective groan in annoyance as he walked in and faced the bunch of sweaty teens.

“Good afternoon my amazing students!” There was another collective groan in response. No one didn’t even bother raising their heads once more to look at him, and Megumi just turned his face away slightly. Everyone was grumpy or simply not in the mood “I am here to give out great news! Everyone who has tried for first-grade sorcerer has been officially promoted! Congratulations!”

Suddenly, the aura of the room shifted. Everyone was upright, in a mix of shock and happiness. Nobara started screaming out in happiness with Maki, while you, Megumi, Gojo, and Itadori started jumping on your bed in a circle, holding hands. Inumaki was hugging Panda.

“Let’s throw a party! A fancy one!” Itadori suggested, and everyone cheered. Gojo seemed very fond of the idea, as he laughed.

“Dress code is suit and tie, I’ll see you all in the common dining room at 8! Now if you excuse me, I have a party to plan!” Gojo jumped out of the bed, picked up his speaker, and sprinted out of the room. You came down from your bed and threw yourself into Toge’s arms, who pulled you closer in by your waist. You laughed and nuzzled into his neck happily; he was smiling proudly.

“Oh my god! We need to go shopping!” Nobara realized, grabbing Maki’s wrist and snatching you away from Inumaki to head out the door.

“Wait, I need my wallet!” You screamed, but Toge ran after you to give you the tote bag you carried for trips outside the school. You blew him a kiss as he waved you goodbye.

“I’m dressed so inappropriately to go out” Maki groaned as Nobara rushed you on.

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand so no one flirts with you” Nobara beamed at her and then wink, making Maki fluster. You laughed and elbowed her in the ribs, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I can’t believe I'm going to have to third wheel today!” You laughed, watching as both women turned crimson.

Nobara insisted on shopping in the Harajuku district and looking at her eyes gleaming while passing different stores was like watching a kid in a candy store. Surprisingly, she was the pickiest one out of the three. Maki found her outfit first, a black blazer and pants combo with a black mesh button-up that had Nobara drooling. You found a black silk slip dress that reached down your calf, a slit on one of the legs with a loose neckline that reached down your collarbones. Nobara found a black dress that reached a bit down to her knees, it was strapless with a see-through long sleeve with roses. She laughed at the irony of it, considering the poison she was infected with last week manifested in roses on her skin. After that, you went to grab a bite, the three of you talking about everything, anything and nothing at the same time. You noticed the flirtatious remarks between your companions, happy that both had decided to move their attraction to flirting, rather than just staring at each other all the time. You returned to Jujutsu High around 3 PM, more exhausted than ever, you threw your bag to a corner, kicked off your sneakers, and threw yourself on the bed face down, falling asleep in that same starfish position.

“Aw, she’s asleep” You heard a voice comment. You thought it was only a dream and continued on napping. “Let’s just let her rest”

“Are you crazy? They promised to do our makeup! That’s three people already!” Another hushed voice chimed in.

“Tuna mayo” A third voice hummed. You were already back fast asleep as someone tried to shake you awake gently, only to fail miserably.

Toge sighed and squatted down, his face to level yours. Even with your mouth ajar, your duvet darkening from your saliva, and your slightly loud breathing, he loved how you looked so serene that what he was about to do next he found very cruel.

Delicately, he moved your hair away from your ear, swooping it to the other side of your face. Right there, he was taken away by your sleeping beauty; purples, oranges, and blues chiming into light your face as the sun went down. He sighed, half-smiling “Wake up”

He watched as your eyes popped open and you sat up, rigid. “What day is it?” You wondered, scratching your head and yawning, disoriented after the sudden surge of energy running through your body. Toge sat down by your side and placed his hand on your bare waist. You noticed lately he was even more touchy than usual.

“What day is it?” Nobara mocked you, a vein in her forehead palpitating. “You need to do our makeup! Hurry! You haven’t even showered!” She snatched you away from Toge and pushed you inside your bathroom. You heard a light ‘Tsk!’ outside from Inumaki, who has proven time to time really appreciate you being snatched away from him. “And you! Get out!” Kugisaki ushered him out of the room, slamming the door in his face.

“A little harsh, huh?” Maki said, turning to Nobara, who just rolled her eyes.

“I don’t care” She shrugged before taking out her hair straightener and a heat protector. You chuckled from inside the bathroom before taking your phone out of your pocket and connecting it to the Bluetooth speaker on the wall next to the bathroom mirror. You shuffled the playlist Toge made you a while ago and turned on the faucet.

“I hope you’re not going on a world tour right now! We don’t have time to listen to you all the way to your fiftieth stop in London!” You heard Nobara knock and shout at you from the other side of the door.

You rolled your eyes “Maki, keep your girl in check!” You shouted back before stripping and stepping into the shower. You were in the middle of your third song, washing the suds away from your body and giving your rendition of “Cognac Queen” by Megan Thee Stallion when Nobara opened the door and dragged you out of the shower. It became a struggle, and you were only able to grab the pink fluffy robe that hung on your door.

You fixed Maki’s hair by pulling it half up with a small claw clip, leaving her bangs out. Then you applied the lightest layer of makeup, with the dark eyeliner she requested. Nobara, on the other hand, asked for a full face with a red lip. On the other hand, you went for a light look, with a striking eye and a glossy lip. Then, the three of you rushed to get changed as you realized it was almost ten minutes before 8. As you exited the dorm, you wrapped a white ballerina-style cardigan, taking one last look at yourself at the entrance mirror before Nobara dragged you out of there. The three of you walked to the common room carefully, the door opened slightly.

You heard a couple whistles as you entered the room, you humored the boys, Nobara looked slightly mad while Maki ignored them. You realized that for the occasion Toge wasn’t wearing anything that covered his mouth, and made it evident it was a bit ajar watching you arrive. You said hello to the staff, greeting Nanami happily, who seemed pleased with your recovery and being slightly confused at why Utahime was there. You then headed over to greet your classmates, ending up with Toge.

“You look very handsome” You chuckled, and reached in to fix the strands of hair that fell on his forehead. He was wearing a sage green shirt, black trousers, and thin black suspenders. He shrugged a little and blushed as you touched him, leaning slightly into your touch.

“Shake” He nodded, and held your hand briefly, accepting the compliment. You blushed and looked down before taking your hand away from his face, afraid you were overstepping.

The party was light, everyone chatted and conversed lightly. Itadori seemed very busy on his phone, while Megumi spent all his energy trying to grab his attention. Yuuji called out for you, making you pull away from your conversation with Toge and Panda, who looked dashing in a yellow bow tie. He also called out for Panda. “I need your help,” He said nervously “I saw a speaker with lights in your room, can you go bring it here? Also, please wait at the entrance for someone. Panda, I need you as a distraction”

You excused yourself and left swiftly, fitting your cardigan once more. You walked the way up to your room, taking the squared-shaped, medium-sized speaker with half spheres on top, grabbing the aux cord just in case. Holding the speaker by its handle, you followed the trail to the entrance quietly.

“What is this?” You frowned upon seeing the students of the Kyoto sister school facing you. You raised your brows and Mai and Momo narrowed their eyes back to you, but the rest didn’t. Your eyes fell into the liquor store bags Todo held in his hands, then it all made sense. A smirk crept onto your face as Todo watched your change of expression and laughed. A party with the Kyoto students didn’t seem half as bad, and hey, maybe the stone-cold Soju can solve things out between everyone there.

Soon, you heard a couple of explosions and fireworks and some commotion coming from the common room. “Let’s go” You picked up the skirt of your dress a little to run a little easier, the rest following after you. You noticed everyone outside watching an impromptu firework show as you sneaked in the Kyoto students to the now dark room. Slowly, the rest of the Tokyo students sneaked back to the common room, Itadori locking the door in.

“Okay Panda, that was fun, but can we— huh?!” Gojo realized the locked doors and drawn windows. He tried to force the door open but it was closed shut.

“Oh finally. Can we go to a bar now?” Shoko sighed “Let them be Satoru, they’re in the blink of death every day, let them party”

“Can we all pretend they didn’t do that and we were here all the time chaperoning?” Gojo gave in easily, changing his usual blindfold to black, round sunglasses. Everyone made a noise in agreement and the staff left, feeling the bass pumping under their feet, the surges of different colored lights leaking out of the shut windows.

At first, the party was tense. Everyone was just staring at the other from across the room. You were busy in the background trying to plug in your phone and sync it to the speaker’s Bluetooth. Then, Todo gave a lengthy speech about sorority and brotherhood, and how you should all solve your differences so you could… get drunk and nasty together. In fact, it didn’t take long for the party to lighten up and turn into a club scene. By the third round of shots, mostly everyone was hot and bothered, all the tables moved aside to create a makeshift dance floor. Surprisingly, Panda was an incredible bartender, and he was out to kill; his drinks were packed with alcohol, but fruity and candied flavors hid it all and made it even more addicting. By your third drink, you ripped open the seam of the dress, creating another slit for you to move better.

You, Nobara, and the Zen’in twins were incredible dancers, but you didn’t really expect it from Itadori. He had all the spice down in his hips and the way he could shake his ass like his name was Cardi B. He joined in after his third shot with the song ‘Up’

“Broke boys don’t deserve no pussy!” Todo shouted to the song for the rest to respond.

“I know that’s right!” Everyone answered, except for Toge, before you continued dancing. Now more than ever you felt the euphoria of having money. First-grade sorcerers gave you a considerable amount of money, even if you were just a student.

“Yuuji!” Your mouth dropped to the floor, looking at him, before cheering him on along with the others. By the makeshift bar, a flustered Megumi joined by a sober Inumaki watched him dance, not knowing what he should do in that situation.

Then, as if you were reading his mind, you showed him what he should be doing; standing behind him and grabbing his hips. Soon as Nobara did the same with you, followed by Maki, followed by Mai, followed by Todo, making a train. On the other corner, there was some smoke coming up. You never thought you could have this much fun with people.

Another song started playing “It’s my homegirl, we got the same tattoos!” Itadori pulled you close to him while Todo recorded, and you laughed.

“Don’t accuse me of shit if you ain’t got proof!” You sang along, pointing to the camera, following along.

“What if we got matching tattoos?” Itadori turned to you, and you both frowned to think it hard.

“I think that’s enough” Megumi pulled your drink away from your hand.

“‘Gumi, relax. Go take a shot or a hit from Kamo in the corner, it’s a party! C’mon!” You pulled him to the dance floor, both him and Yuuji as you both threw it back on him to the song. This time, Megumi caught clues from earlier and shyly placed his hands on Itadori’s hips. You stopped and nodded, patting him on the back and walking away, a bit clumsily.

“Do we have any more water left?” You asked Panda, feeling your throat and eyes dry from the intoxicating substances. Panda nodded happily and gave you some water. You had reached your limit and decided it was time to sweat off the drinks and hydrate yourself.

“Oh my bad, that’s vodka,” He said as your mouth went into a thin line as you recognized the strong taste and scent. Inumaki snickered “Here”

“Tell me it’s not vinegar this time” You joked, taking a loud sniff of the liquid, and it was in fact, water. You took a large gulp, as you heard thunder followed by the soft pitter-patter of the rain. “Oh, it’s raining” You turned to Inumaki, who looked stunned at your drunken beauty. Your eyeliner was smudged, and so was your lipstick. There was some hair sticking to the nape of your neck due to the sweat. He could swear he saw some drops running down the small of your back. He gulped and looked away.

“You’ve been here all night, love; c’mon, let’s dance” You set your cup down and took Toge’s hand, pulling him out of his seat. The only reason this party was going along all well was that alcohol made you more straightforward, which made you all sultry towards your evident crush.

You noticed he was paler than usual “What’s wrong? Do I make you nervous?” You whispered in his ear, your hand slowly climbing from his hand all the way up to his neck, where you caressed the area. You never could have known alcohol made you that bold, and such a, well, maneater. At his lack of an answer, you just chuckled and took his hand, guiding him elsewhere.

Everyone at the dance floor greeted him more than enthusiastically, and suddenly, every insecurity Toge was holding deep inside of him throughout the whole party had disappeared. He blinked several times as you smiled at him as radiant as ever. “Let’s dance!” He nodded and smiled back. I love you.

[prophelise]

Look at me

↳ SUMMARY: Gojo is a great sorcerer, but he's not great in the office when you're supposed to finish your reports. Not to mention that he wants your attention 24/7.

characters: Gojo x coworker!reader, a hint of tasty Nanami (he's just amazing, don't at me)

genres/warnings: Gojo is a total menace, fluff, annoying coworkers, office setting!, aloof reader who is tired of Gojo’s shit, fluff

words: 1,6k

author’s note: honestly, it’s part of the summer event i hoped to finish, but when it’s gonna be finished is beyond me.

jujutsu kaisen m. | general m. | summer event

„Y/N.“

„Y/N!“

„Ah, look at me!“ Gojo whined out at you as you continued to work. His attention slipping from his work to you almost immediately. He sighed again, when you didn’t even spare him a glance much less said a word or given a reaction. Is this what he will have to deal with every time he steps into the room? Impossible.

You worked on your paperwork from this week as you have been to quite the few missions. The elders should really appreciate your efforts and hard work more than they do now. Sometimes you wish they would put Gojo outside of your shared office together with Nanami. Nanami was the one that was pleasurable to work with it, got it done quickly and possibly gone to get some coffee afterwards. Not to mention how lenient have they been with Gojo, when he didn’t even manage to write even one report in here. And it wasn’t because he couldn’t, much more because he hated it.

You have grown used to ignoring the tall man who still acted like a child. Even when he called your name thousand times over or when he kept calling your phone even though you were in the same room. Sometimes he kept on mindlessly talking driving both you and Nanami insane, other times he chose to poke you until you gave even a small look at him. Those weren’t the worst examples though.

Your phone lighted up with an incoming call as some tune of a romantic song played. You could just hear Gojo snicker from his desk on your right, giving you the right impression that he changed the ringtone you had for him before. You cancelled his phone call swiftly before returning to tapping away at your laptop to finish quicker than before. You already knew when it was best to leave before he got more annoying.

Gojo whined out again that it wasn’t fair and stayed quiet for a moment before tapping a few words onto his laptop, then he dialed your phone again. It had to work this time. If he tried hard enough, interrupted you in the peak of your focus, he could get you to finally answer him. He chuckled, not trying to mask his excitement for your reaction. You, who noticed his call, stared blankly at your phone as the ridiculous song played through the speakers. 'There are no saviors in this world,' you thought. Especially those like Gojo. You contemplated about hanging up on him. But no.

„AAAAAH!“ Gojo shrieked as you threw a spare pencil his way, not even bothering to aim as it wouldn’t be able to touch him anyway. But how you wished it would hit him on his forehead.

“I can see the atmosphere is the same as always in here,” Nanami walked in, carefully closing the door after him and pacing to his clean desk.

“Did you come to talk to me?” Gojo cheered up.

“How did you know?” You asked Nanami, completely ignoring Gojo's protests at you finally speaking but not to him.

“The song could be heard through the whole hallway, so I thought that Gojo was here slacking again,” Nanami ignored Gojo’s question instead focusing on you and the small smile that graced your lips as he sat down to his desk on your left side.

“What do you mean by that Nanami?!”

Instead choosing to work, Gojo’s questions turned unanswered as he turned to play with the pencil you threw his way. Both you and Nanami always did good together in the office and on missions. It was a no brainer to send you together on missions. Instead of sending you on a mission with Gojo where he would only show off his skills.

“Y/N, look. Isn’t this cool?” He leaned closer to you, wanting to show you the trick with the pencil flowing between his palms thanks to his Infinity.

“It isn’t as if I hadn’t seen this trick of yours a thousand times, Gojo-san,” you sighed, almost ending your report. “Besides, don’t you have better things to do?”

“Like what?” He asked you, a clueless and childish expression on his face.

“All that paperwork you aren’t getting finished?”

“That can wait!” He reassured, leaving you to only shake your head at him.

The final paragraph of the report was challenging not only because Gojo kept humming and singing from beside you, but also because the words didn’t come to your mind as easily as they did before he interrupted you. Not that it wasn’t a normal reoccurrence for the past few weeks. The closer you got to the end, the more you heard Gojo diligently tapping away at his computer. Perhaps something finally irked him to get it together and start working.

You felt a small blow of air on your neck as you felt shivers going down your spine. The white haired male trained his gaze onto your computer to see you on the last sentence, just few words from completing it and being free. He leaned closer to you, bumping his nose with your cheek, whispering: “You still working?”

“Yes, why?” You tapped in the last few words, hitting send to get rid of your report. There was nothing more exhausting than the constant reports you had to come up with.

“Go to dinner with me,” Gojo smiled at you flirtatiously, expecting you to say yes.

“And why should I?” You stood up from your chair, collecting your jacket that you placed over it when you came to the office.

“Nanami, say something~! Isn't is the perfect idea to go to dinner with me?”

“You see, Y/N, this idiot will annoy us while working until you go out on a date with him,” he responded to Gojo’s whining, fixing his glasses. “And I don’t want to throw you under the bus, but you will probably have to go out with him.”

You sighed, trying to subside the blush that filled your cheeks and control the urge to scream and run out. It’s not like you personally minded Gojo, if you didn’t count the fact that he always distracted you during work on purpose as if he had no care for your career and that frustrated you. The troublemaker had a boisterous personality that didn’t really match yours and that’s why you got used to avoiding him through your teen years way back. Not that he ever let on when and if it hurt him, he only pestered you more. You were only lucky that he didn’t see the way the tip your ears got all red from his attention and affection.

“I’m going. See you tomorrow, Nanami,” you left the room content with the idea that you would be able to relax at home, but as soon as you got out of the building your phone dinged with new messages.

‘Turn around,’ ‘Don’t leave me alone’, ‘So where we gonna eat?’,’ showed up in your notifications from Gojo as you could hear his careful steps from behind you. He followed you to the T and stayed close, but not too much to inconvenience you either. He still expected you to go to that dinner with him.

“Y/N…”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N!” He yelled until you turned to look at him. “Yo!”

He casually greeted you as if you just casually met up somewhere, not like you have been working beside each other for a few hours today. The hint of a blush plastered onto your face at his childlike happy smile. He walked over you, bowing down to be on your level of eyesight and smiled softly: “Now, you’re looking at me.”

“What are you doing?”

“Asking you out?”

“That doesn’t explain why you are following me as I go home,” you deadpanned as he innocently smiled at you.

“Maybe you’re right,” he cheerfully answers with a slight pout on his lips as he starts to walk ahead of you.

You follow after him as he skips happily, not expecting you to follow in his step. His loud chuckling breaking the silence as he is overjoyed at the idea of everything. You going on a dinner with him? Incredible! Well it’s no wonder. Since he is the Great Gojo after all. But he is pleased with you deciding to follow him, not that you ever mentioned you would be going on a dinner with him anytime soon. Exiting the school grounds and into the busy streets of the town was like if two different worlds existed right next to each other. Which wasn’t necessarily false.

The sun shone brightly, cascading onto the back of his uniform as if the sun itself couldn’t help but smile, as he took a hold of your hand to not get separated in the growing crowd. He leads you through it with an utmost precision that only someone living the life fast has. Together, you leave the busy streets until you are in calmer neighborhoods where he has no need to hold your hands, but he doesn’t let go. Not that you minded. He was humming to himself, only in the tune that he understood. Whether it was intentional with some meaning or just mindless action, you never knew. But if you asked, he is humming a song about you that he made up on a lonely, long mission.

You stop before a small, but cozy traditional Japanese restaurant. Who would have wondered that Gojo would actually eat a real meal and not just his sweets for once? No one.

“Well, what do you think?” He smiles from beside you.

“Sure.”

buy me a coffee?

[amindofstone]

in his arms

a/n: I AM IN LOVE WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN!!!! It´s so good and my bby Yuuji has my whole heart! He needs to be loved and protected at all cost. Megumi needs to be loved too and Nobara has to be praised. That girl is a BADASS!!! I love her! This trio is wholesome and their friendship!!! AHHH my heart. I love them! Hopefully they will stay together for a long, long time. (Preferably until they get old and grey.) Who´s yall favorite character and why? Any favorite moments/scenes? (I am in trouble because I wrote this during my linguistic class and only got half of the stuff taught. So please give this some love. Why do I only get good ideas during my studies?! Send help! Regret is really having the best of me right now. Like why did I let my mind convince me to write this down?! Now I have to study that sht on my own!)

Genre: anime imagine/oneshot? Jujutsu Kaisen imagine? Fluff!

Character(s): Itadori Yuuji x you (reader) x Ryomen Sukuna

Spoiler(s):NONE, (Please be aware that I just finished the first season and that I don´t read the manga. Please do not spoil anything if any comments are made. Thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

Warnings: Maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I genuinely apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m really trying to improve. So please be so kind and have mercy)

Words: 2529

Info: Keep in mind that the words in italic are your (the readers) train of thoughts.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture used is not mine. Credits to: @calclzz (Twitter)!!!

Dating Itadori Yuuji for six months now felt like six months spend in pure bliss, joy and heaven. You were the most happiest since you could remember. He took care of you and loved you. Everyday felt like the first time you went on a date. Every time you thought of him there would be a smile on your lips that would get Nobara to tease the hell out of you until you would hide your face behind your hands because of the growing pink shade of your cheeks. “Sweetie it´s fine. You´re in love with that brainless creature after all. I might not understand how such a sweet living being like you could love him but what I know is that he´s a lucky idiot.”

Yes, you were deeply in love but so was he. He fell for you in the first week he saw you. It started with a simple crush and him always trying to show his best and strongest side whenever you were around. Sometimes he managed to do so but some other times he would end up embarrassing himself. With time passing he slowly understood that you were more than just a simple crush. He was in love with you. He fell for you head over heels. He would always imagine hugging you whenever he saw you hug Panda. He tried his best to not show any traits of jealousy but always failed due to him looking at you with a sad pout. He wanted to make a move and tell you about his feelings but the curse inside of him worried him so he kept a distance. He tried. He tried so much to unlove you but he didn’t knew how, so it came that every time he made a step back regret and sadness would overcome him and he would come back and make two steps towards you. One day he found himself knocking on the door of your dorm asking if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

“For all the times that rain on my parade. And all the clubs you get in using my name. You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake. You think I´m crying on my own, well I ain´t.”, You were in your dorm cleaning and rearranging some of the furniture’s in your bedroom while singing some of your favorite songs like you always do whenever you were cleaning. You tried to look for a good place to put in your full length mirror you recently purchased while once in a while checking the cake that was put in the oven by you.

“And I didn´t wanna write a song, cause I didn´t want anyone thinking I still care I don´t but, you still hit my phone up. And baby I be movin' on. And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back, maybe you should know that. My mama…”

Although the song wasn´t really about a beautiful love story or a lovely couple you still loved the song a lot. It was a simple song accompanied by a guitar. You loved it. The first time you heard it you fell in love with it, although you weren´t that of a huge fan of the artist himself you sang the song daily and listened to it as much as you could. The song was played on your phone at least three times in a week and probably sang more than three times a day. When asked what exactly you liked about the song you would stop in your tracks and just reply with a shrug and a sweet smile.

And right now was one of those moments were you sang the song when a pouting pink haired boy started to whine. “Baaabyyyyy, why are you singing such a sad song? It´s basically about someone that got used by their partner for their name. Why would you sing that when your great boyfriend is around?”, you smiled at Yuuji who walked into your room with sad eyes. “Aren´t you happy with me?”, you shook your head and laughed at his question. “No bebe. It´s just that I really like this song. Should I sing something else?”, you asked and made sure the mirror you leaned at your wall next to your closet does not fall. “Yes please!”, when you were sure that the mirror stood properly you turned around and walked to your bed to take your phone. “What are you doing?”, Yuuji asked leaning onto your desk that was occupied by books and notebooks filled by your neat handwriting.

With a chuckle and your phone in your hand you reached for the curious looking boy in your room. Yuuji took your hand in his and let you drag him back on his feet. “Why do I need to stand when I can enjoy your singing sitting?”, the boy asked with eyes filled by endless love. You said nothing and just played the song you choose and made the boy smile.

“I found a love for me. Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well, I found a boy, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting from me…”, you softly started to sing again while you placed one of your hands around his neck and the other one at his cheek to lovingly caress it. Yuuji leaned on your hand and let out a soft sigh. You were in love. No matter what anyone said about your age and you two being just kids. You didn´t care what people said because you knew what you felt. You knew what he felt and that was enough. You didn´t care when people told you that it is just a phase that is lead by curiosity and the need of attention. You didn´t care and so didn’t he. Why should you two care when your friends were watching your backs and making sure no one talked bad about you. Why should you care when even Gojo Sensei was approving of your relationship and supported you although he still annoyed the hell out of the both of you. But that´s Gojo Sensai after all. You didn´t expect anything else from that man.

“I love you so much.”, you heared Yuuji say before he hid his face on your shoulder. You placed a soft kiss on his neck while you slowly danced around your bedroom. “… Baby, I´m dancing in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight….”

The position you were right now made you remember the beginning of the time you started to date him. You remember him never wanting to hug you this long. You remember him saying that he fears he won´t be able to hold up his guard and Sukuna taking over his body and mind. He feared the thought of you seeing him and on top of that having him so close to you. He feared the thought of him hurting you. He was able to take care of the curse and make sure that he doesn´t take over his body and causes trouble. But he did not knew if he was able to do that in your arms since he turned weak whenever you were close to him. And he told you that. He told you his worries and him being scared that the curse will hurt you. But the curse never did.

You always hugged him and held Yuuji close to you. You would sit in between his legs at the river close to the academy and sleep in his arms without a bit of worry. You would drag him to bed with you and keep him over night next to you without a bit of fear towards Sukuna. Sensei Gojo might be supporting your relationship but he always made sure to tell you that you should never forget that there was a curse inside of the boy you called your boyfriend.

“…We are still kids, but we´re so in love. Fighting against all odds, I know we´ll be alright this time. Darling, just hold my hand. Be my man, I´ll ne your girl. I see my future in your eyes….”, you never cared for the curse being inside of him. It was a fact and couldn´t be changed. So you simply lived with it. But it would be a lie when you said that you didn´t saw him once in the cause of yor six months of relationship. In fact, he appeared quite some time out of nowhere when you had Yuuji in your dorm. But that only happened when the boy turned into the lovesick boyfriend he was or when he came seeing you after a mission all tired and sleepy. Every time he would pass out after a tiring mission the chances of Sukuna taking his body over was high. But you learned that when he showed up around you it never was to cause trouble or hurt you. He only did that to take a closer look at you while wondering why his stupid vessel liked you so much. He would come to understand why the stupid creature would always come for a hug or simply just holding hands. And right now, exactly that happened.

“….Baby, I´m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.”, you still had your arms around his neck while caressing it. Slow steps were made around the room accompanied by your voice that sang along to another of your favorite songs. Another soft kiss was placed on his neck by you when you loosened one of your arms to take your boyfriends hand in yours. His hand that held you close to him were tenderly placed around your body. The hand you loosened around him took one of his in yours to intertwine them when something made you stop in your tracks for a few seconds. You felt longs nails on your boyfriend’s soft hands that made you realize that he no longer was here but rather pushed aside. “…I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person and he looks perfect. I don´t deserve this, you look perfect tonight.”

“Aren´t we a bit cheeky, my dear dark knight.”, a deep sigh echoed in your ears. “Why did you stop singing human?”, a chuckle left you while the song by now ended but your body were still slowly swaying from side to side. “Cause the song ended, idiot.”, an annoying growl erupted from the throat of your boyfriend. “Who are you calling idiot, human?”, Sukuna didn´t sound mad. In fact it even sounded playful. Should I let go of him? But he´s not letting go himself so hugging him should be fine, right? “Why are you calling me human? Well, I am one but still. Do you know that I have a name? A name like you have it. Something we use to call each other to avoid calling every living being human, you know my dear?”, a soft but still deep chuckle could be heard before he let go of your intertwined hands and got back to hug you. “I´m not stupid you damn creature. I´m even smarter than any of you could ever get.”, he whispered while he nuzzled onto you. “Really? Are you that? Well it seems like you weren´t that smart when you ripped Yuujis heart out of his chest or attacked Sensei Gojo. Remember?”

The words you said made him loosen his grip on you and look you in the eyes. Any normal human being with a bit sense of sanity would have screamed or looked the curse with fear in their eyes but you didn´t. With one hand still around your body that held you close to his he took your face in his other and made you look in his eyes. “I dare you to get rude. Watch out what you say, human.”, he sounded angry and talked in his deep voice that would cause anyone to tear up instantly. But you? You were smiling at him while trying to hold back the need to laugh. It´s so easy to provoke him.“I need to take the cake out of the oven.”, the curse looked at you dumbfounded. Weren´t you scared? How aren´t you scared of him? “You need to what?”, he asked confused. “Let me go for a second and you´ll see.”, the man in front of you raised a brow but let go of you nevertheless to see what you meant. After a quick thanking him, you made your way out of the bedroom into your kitchen to turn the oven off and take the cake out. “You see that´s a cake and the thing it was in is called oven. It bakes there. Now I let it cool.”, you carefully put the cake on your counter and look back at your boyfriend whos body and mind was taken over by the curse. “Now would you mind changing back with Yuuji? I´d like to watch Netflix with him.”, you asked with a tilted head.

A slight smirk grew on Sukunas lips before he came closer. “You could also do that with me. , you shook your head and went to sit on the couch in front of the TV. “I could, but that´s not fun. We wanted to start the third season of Money heist you know. And I need someone to talk to. And that I can´t do with you. You´re not understanding the whole concept of the series and the minds, emotions and the actions of the characters. Therefore it´s a no for me, thank you. Now please change back, your majesty.”

Sukuna came to sit next to you. With an annoyed eye roll he closed his eyes and left to allow the actual owner of the body to take over again. “Hey there. You´re back, baby?”, you said with a tilted head. Yuuji looked around with confusion written all over his face. “Did he come again?”, he asked you with a pout and apologetic eyes. You nodded and took his hands in yours. “It´s fine. He didn´t do anything. He never does. He just comes to annoy us.”, Yuuji nodded and pulled you into his arms and made you sit on his lap. You were straddling him while he buried his face back on your neck. He was happy. He was happy and really appreciated the fact that Sukuna kept his word and never hurt you. He might cause him a lot of other problems and annoy the hell out of him and even drop him when he needed him but at least he didn´t hurt you. He sometimes even could feel how he took care of you when he couldn´t. Yuuji couldn´t say that he was on good terms with the curse but one thing’s for sure. He was damn thankful that he understood his feelings for you and didn´t disrespect that.

[atwooozi]

gojo x original character

Chapter 5: All Work and No Play

summary: Ai, Junpei, and Geto watch Gojo and Nobara film a gag scene. Ai struggles with her feelings about Gojo's talent and personality. During a glitch, Gojo wants a game, but Geto suggests an interview. Ai interviews Gojo, but he's uncooperative. Despite her annoyance, Ai vows to uncover more about Gojo.

genre: modern AU, slice of life, comedy, eventual romance, eventual smut, some angst

A/N: I'm not sure if anyone has been listening to the music I've suggested with each chapter so far, but if you are and you like that style of music I'd recommend the whole Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt: The Original Soundtrack. It's such a fun combination of pop, dance, and electro sounds. One of my favorite producers/artists worked on it TeddyLoid and his beats are just out of this world.

With all that being said, the recommended song for this chapter is: Fallen Angel Feat. Aimee B

Ai, Junpei, and Geto stood a few paces behind the director, Gakuganji. They were given specific instructions not to talk to the man, so it made sense to stand behind him. Out of sight out of mind so to speak. She couldn’t imagine what such an old-looking man could do, but she wasn’t keen on finding out.  

Ai watched the monitor in silence as Gojo entered the frame along with Nobara. They were filming a gag bit for a future episode. So instead of being a script change, it was an additional scene. 

From the looks of it, Gojo and Nobara played off each other well. Gojo worked well with their newest actor, Itadori Yuuji, too. 

Out of the whole ensemble cast Itadori and Nobara were the newest to acting from what Ai knew. Unless you had a keen eye you couldn't tell. They both had a natural way about them as they said their lines and moved about their scenes. They made it seem easy, or maybe Gojo knew how to act in such a way that didn't make Nobara and Yuuji stand out as much in comparison. 

As goofy as the man seemed to act off camera, and in front of the camera for that matter, he was serious when it came to his work. He met every mark, delivered every line, ad-libbed without confusing his co-stars. Ai was no master actor, but it didn’t take a master to know that Gojo was good. 

Ai sighed as she did her best to concentrate on the monitor. She made a note to herself that she’d rewatch some clips from Gojo’s earlier work later. She wanted to see if there was an obvious change from then to now. She could imagine Gojo being one of those types who was just naturally good at everything. He seemed annoying like that.    

“Cut!” Gakuganji yelled in a gruff voice. Ai was surprised that the man was even able to achieve the volume he did despite how old he looked. 

Gojo walked off the set while the crew reset the scene and made his way over to the small trio with a satisfied smile. 

“Well?” He asked. 

“You were amazing, Gojo-san!” Junpei said with more enthusiasm than Ai ever knew he had. 

Gojo’s smile only brightened. He loved the praise. It didn’t matter how much or how little he got. He reveled in it. It made it even harder for Ai to compliment him. She didn’t want to feed into the massive ego that the man already had. 

“What did you think, bighead?” Gojo asked as he hooked his thumb under his blindfold, lifting it to make proper eye contact with her. 

Ai rolled her eyes and looked away from the building-sized man. “That’s not my name, idiot .” 

Gojo practically bent in half and put his face directly in front of Ai’s. “That’s not my name either, bighead .” 

Ai bristled at his actions and took a step back. The man didn’t seem to have any concept of personal space at all. She could practically feel his breath on her. It made her face flush. The warmth from his body and his proximity to her was just too much for her to handle. In all honesty, she wanted to just headbutt him. That would teach him to be so close to her. It was perfect because he wouldn't even be able to see it coming because of the stupid blindfold. 

She knew that even if she did headbutt the man it would probably only hurt her more. She let out a deep breath and looked to where she assumed Gojo’s eyes were under his blindfold. Squaring off her shoulders and lifting her head she sent a glare his way.  

“Impressive, Gojo-san,” Ai admitted begrudgingly, her tone laced with reluctant admiration. Ai wanted to lie. She wanted to tell him that he sucked and that she hated it but even though Gojo hardly knew her. They both knew that she would be lying if she said anything else. 

Gojo chuckled, the sound carrying a hint of smugness that made Ai want to gouge his eyes out. He stood to his full height and pulled his blindfold down, letting it hang loosely around his neck. His white tresses fell into his eyes. “High praise coming from you, bighead,” He teased, though there was warmth in his tone. 

Ai bit her tongue. She wanted to say something, but she instead chose to focus on maintaining her composure. She had to be professional since she had her kouhai with her, after all. She couldn’t set a bad example like this. 

Even if Gojo deserved it. 

“ It’s Amada Ai ,” Ai corrected sharply, refusing to acknowledge the nickname he seemed insistent on using. 

“Right, right,” Gojo said with a playful wink, his grin taking on a cat-like appearance. “Ai-chan it is then.” 

She wanted to hit him. She needed to hit him. Ai would lose her job. She would never work in the industry again, probably, but it would be worth it. Right? No.  

Suppressing a sigh, it wasn’t worth it. Instead, she turned her attention back to the set, determined to concentrate on anything else but the subject of her article. After all, Ijichi had asked that they not distract Gojo while he was running scenes. She was just doing what she was told. 

“Toru, I think you’re needed back on set,” Geto said with a small smile playing on his lips. 

Gojo looked over his shoulder and it seemed that the crew was done resetting the scene. “Aw, too bad,” He pouted as he glanced back Ai’s way, raising his blindfold once more to wink at her. “I’ll see you guys later!” He said before running back to mark. 

“That’s your best friend?” Ai asked Geto in a hushed tone. 

Geto smiled and shrugged. “Annoying people need friends too.” 

Ai couldn’t help but scoff, her eyes following Gojo’s retreating figure as he bounded back onto the set. “How charitable of you,” she muttered under her breath, her irritation with Gojo still simmering beneath the surface. 

Junpei, stood beside them, shifting on his feet, unsure what to make of the exchange between Ai and Gojo. He glanced at Geto for guidance, who simply offered him an encouraging smile and a shrug before turning his attention back to Ai. 

“Don’t pay him too much attention, Amada-san,” Geto said, his voice soft but reassuring. “He’s just trying to get a rise out of you.” 

Ai nodded, appreciating Geto’s attempt to diffuse the tension. “I know,” she replied, her tone softening a bit. “He’s just…a lot.” 

Geto laid a comforting hand on Ai’s shoulder. “Believe me, I know .” He dropped his arm from Ai’s shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. “Just get the article done and then you won’t have to deal with him at all after that.” 

Ai nodded, she appreciated Geto and his understanding. Despite Gojo’s antics, she was determined to stay professional. He was not going to let him get under her skin. With a deep breath, she turned her attention back to the set. 

As the crew prepared for the next take, Ai couldn’t help but steal a glance at Gojo, who was now fully engrossed in his role once again. Ignoring their earlier exchange, she had to admit, that he was captivating to watch. Maybe there was more to Gojo than just this playful air he put on. She was praying that there was for the sake of her sanity and her story. 

Ai focused on the scene unfolding before her, determined to take in as much as she could from what was happening, she was going to make this work. Even if it meant tolerating Gojo’s childishness along the way. 

Just as the scene reached its climax, there was a sudden technical glitch. The lights had started to flicker, and the cameras had stopped rolling. 

“Cut!” Gakuganji yelled yet again in his surprisingly booming voice. 

The crew scrambled to fix the issue, but from the looks of it, it seemed like it might take some time. But with the way that director Gakuganji seemed to rant and rave they might get it done even faster.  

Amidst the chaos, Gojo approached Ai, Junpei, and Geto, his expression not as relaxed as Ai was used to. “Looks like we’ve hit a snag,” He said, gesturing towards the crew trying to troubleshoot the problem. 

Ai nodded as she looked on curiously, watching members of the crew scramble around the stage. “Any idea how long it’ll take to fix?” 

Gojo shrugged, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a more serious tone. “Hard to say,” he admitted. “But knowing these guys, they’ll have it sorted out soon enough.” 

Junpei looked around, worried, shifting nervously on his feet. “What should we do in the meantime?” He asked, glancing around uncertain about the situation taking place around them. 

Gojo considered Junpei’s words for a moment before a spark of inspiration lit up his already bright eyes. “Why don’t we play everyone’s favorite game, name all the things you like about Gojo Satoru!” 

Ai and Junpei both exchanged glances before looking Geto’s way, both unsure of what to think. Geto didn’t give either of them anything . This couldn’t be serious. He had to be joking.

“You’re joking,” Ai frowned at him. 

“Of course not!” Gojo beamed as he flicked his hair out of his eyes. 

Ai cleared her throat, trying to find the right words. “Um, Gojo-san, I’m not sure that’s really appropriate given the circumstances…” 

“Perhaps, this would be a good time to sit for some questions?” Geto suggested as he clapped a hand on Gojo’s back. 

Ai nodded in agreement, feeling relieved that Geto was assisting her at the moment. “Yes, let’s do that.” 

Gojo pursed his lips at the suggestion for a moment before nodding. “Fine,” he agreed, the playful glint still in his eyes. “We’ll save the game for another time then!” 

As the crew worked to resolve the electrical issue, Ai, Junpei, Geto, and now Gojo found themselves on an unexpected break. The group returned to Gojo’s dressing room to give the crew the space to work without any disturbances. Despite Gojo’s initial suggestion of playing a game, a dumb one at that, Geto’s idea of sitting for questions seemed more appropriate given the circumstances and a better use of time, frankly. 

Gojo settled himself onto the couch in his dressing room, manspreading in a way that Ai wasn’t even aware people were capable of. He was tall, that much was obvious, but the way he spread himself out made him almost overwhelming. Ai sat across from him, taking ‌the lead, while Junpei did his best to help Geto with lighting so he could get a good shot during the impromptu interview session. This wasn’t the ideal setting or mood that Ai wanted, but she wouldn’t complain. It was better than nothing. 

Gojo flashed ‌a cheeky grin in Ai’s direction. He was enjoying all the fussing people were doing for his sake. “Fire away, Ai-chan.” 

Ai cleared her throat, suppressing the part that wanted to correct Gojo for his overly casual use of her name, but she had to remind herself that they needed to build rapport, not set up walls. Boundaries would come after they broke the ice a little.

 “Well…” She started, “Your performance today was quite impressive. What made you want to act?” 

It was an obvious question. The blandest question an interviewer could ask an actor. Ai imagined it was a tired question that every actor hated, but seeing as there was close to nothing about Gojo out there aside from him being a clown it was the best place to start.  

Gojo leaned back, appearing thoughtful for a moment. “I don’t know.” He shrugged. He looked around the room for something to focus on before bringing his attention back to Ai, quirking the corners of his lips up in a smug grin. 

“Nothing?”

 Ai blinked at him. He couldn’t be serious. While Ai couldn’t be sure it felt like he was just toying with her. How could he not have an answer to such a softball question? 

Gojo gave a playful shrug and rested his chin against his fist. He seemed bored already with the way he seemed to fidget in his seat. 

Was he just playing with her? Or did he actually not have a reason? Ai wouldn’t put it past Gojo just joining the acting world on a whim. She would’ve even settled for the PR response at this point. At least that was better than nothing.    

Ai sighed and readjusted herself. “ Okay …” she pursed her lips in thought as she tried to segway to something else. “How do you feel about your work on Jujutsu Kaisen? Lots of shows only get limited runs these days and you just finished making a movie.” 

Gojo hummed and shrugged in response. “Lucky, I guess.” A boyish grin played on his face. “I like who I work with and it’s something that I would probably watch.”

Ai felt like she was pulling teeth. She knew that she couldn’t expect some deep, thought-provoking answers especially not after just meeting the guy, but Gojo was making this feel impossible and they were only two questions in.  

“Have you felt unlucky in the past?”

“Unlucky?” Gojo pursed his lips as he thought about it. “...Not me personally, bu-”

Bingo. 

“E-excuse me…” One of the production staff knocked gently on the door to Gojo’s dressing room. “We were able to fix the issue so we need Gojo-san back on set.” 

No!

Ai wanted to slam her head into the wall. How was it that when she felt like she was getting somewhere the world would just snatch it away like that? Why? She just wanted to do her job. Was that such a crime?  

“Well, I guess we’ll have to continue this later,” Ai said as she straightened out her skirt, pulling herself out of her self-loathing. “Thanks for your time, Gojo-san.” 

The sound of voices in the halls signaled that issues were truly resolved. Although Ai was reluctant she stood up from her seat. She wanted to hear the rest of what Gojo was going to say. What did he mean when he said not him personally?

Gojo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief once again. “Anytime, Ai-chan. You know where to find me if you ever want to dive deeper into the mind of the great Gojo Satoru.” 

Ai rolled her eyes but waved the man off as he took his leave. She was left with a newfound sense of curiosity about the enigmatic actor. She almost felt bad for dismissing him as nothing more than a clown. He was indeed a clown, but a clown with something lingering underneath. A clown with mystique.  

“Well, that was something,” Geto said, pulling Ai from her thoughts. 

Ai turned to the other men in the room with a slight frown. “Yeah….” She walked over towards Geto, wanting to take a peek at the photos he took. “Let me see the pictures you took.” 

Geto and Junpei both hesitated for a moment. Ai frowned at the two. “What?” 

An awkward silence filled the air as the three stood there in the corner of the room. 

“I forgot to take any pictures…” Geto admitted. 

“ What? ” 

Ai couldn’t believe this guy. Maybe she was wrong to want to murder Gojo. Her true target was Geto. He had somehow tricked her into thinking he was more dependable. 

“I was too focused on you guys talking,” Geto stated awkwardly as he stepped behind Junpei, trying to put some space between him and Ai. 

 Despite a groan of frustration, Ai tried her best to smile through it. However, judging by the expressions on Junpei and Geto's faces, her smile must have been quite disconcerting.

“Amada-san, are you okay?” Geto asked hesitantly as he took another step away from her. 

Ai let out a mirthless chuckle at the question. Was she okay? Of course, she wasn’t okay. She was writing a story on Gojo fucking Satoru. She was losing her mind and they were only on their second official on the job. How did she get stuck with two man-children? What had she done in a past life to be cursed like this?

“No, you, monkey!” Ai groaned as he tapped Geto on the shoulder with her notebook. 

It’s important to note that even though Ai was upset and liked to think about physically hurting people to self-soothe she would never harm anyone physically. Not that she could anyway.

Geto looked down at his shoulder where Ai “hit” him and raised a brow at her. “Did you just call me a monkey?”

Now that Ai felt more composed she met Geto’s gaze with a frown. “Yes,” she said as she crossed her arms over her chest.  

“Senpai, I’ll make sure he does his job properly next time,” Junpei said, bowing his head slightly, trying his best to diffuse the situation. If she didn’t feel so defeated, Ai would have smiled at Junpei’s gesture.  

“Hey!” Geto tsked at Junpei. “I don’t need a kid checking up on me.” 

Ai sighed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and amusement at the situation. “Well, it looks like I’ll have to make sure to keep an eye on the both of you next time.” She said, trying her best to lighten the mood. "But for now, let’s focus on getting some good shots for next time.” 

Ai turned her attention to Geto. “I know your friend is handsome, but make sure it doesn’t happen again.” 

Geto rolled his eyes. “Sorry, Amada-san.” 

Ai waved off his apology with a grin. “Alright, apology accepted. Let’s just get it together for next time. We have three weeks, you guys.” 

Junpei gave an enthusiastic nod, and Geto gave a subdued smile. Ai sighed at their reactions but did her best to shrug it off. She glanced around the room one last time before they packed up for the day and her eyes lingered on the door Gojo had exited through. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she should’ve kept Gojo for a few minutes longer. Just long enough to finish that thought. 

She shook her head as if to shake the nagging in her mind. Next time, she would find out what Gojo meant. For now, though, she needed to worry about her team. 

[megumisbimbo]

- Four -

megumi fushiguro x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

summary: (y/n) was nothing special. A human being who had no idea that curses walked the same earth they walked. But then they locked eyes with Megumi Fushiguro. Can Fushiguro focus on the task ahead or will he be distracted by the king of curses and his new love interest?

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Credit for the main storyline and characters goes to Gege Akutami.

tags: @xreemie @kitkozume @noyakura @vanilnya20​ @tobi--o​

the songs are indicated throughout the story at certain points!

songs used:

put your records on - ritt momney

who dat boy - tyler the creator

goodbye - billie eilish

— put your records on - ritt momney —

(y/n) pov:

It was early in the morning when you were woken up by the sound of rustling. You turn and see Fushiguro frantically getting himself together.

“New mission?” You ask, voice deep and scratchy.

“It was a bit of an emergency, sorry I can’t stay today. But the rest of the sashimi is in the fridge.”

“I’ll be fine Megumi, I promise. You shouldn’t worry so much you’ll get wrinkles.” You say, causing him to let out a small chuckle.

“Are you ready to leave yet?” You ask

“No not yet.”

“Then can I play with Kou?”

Megumi gives you a puzzled glare.

“Kou?..”

“Your white dog. I named it Kou! Isn’t it cute!?”

“You shouldn’t get so attached to them you know.”

“Yes yes I know. Now can I play with it?!”

Megumi smiles and summons his white dog, who he noticed has taken a special liking to you. As much as he knew it would be a bad idea for you to get so attached to his shikigami, he couldn’t help but feel all warm inside when he saw you laughing. He finished getting ready and him and his white dog make their way out the door bidding you goodbye. You stare out the window again, noticing that you tend to do that often. Well you didn’t want to sit around all day bored as hell, so you decide to watch a movie on Megumi’s television and finish the sushi from the day before.

Megumi pov:

They looked so cute playing with my divine dog, how could I say no to that face.

“Snap out of it Megumi.” Nobara says waving her hand in front of my face.

“Were you even paying attention?”

“Of course I was.” I respond, slightly irritated.

“Thinking about (y/n) again?”

“WHA- WHY- WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT??” I say, startled by her question.

“I don’t know. Just a hunch I guess.”

Itadori walks outside and greets us with a smile. Reminds me of their smile...stop it Megumi you’re going insane.

Ijichi-san’s black car rolls up beside us and we step into the backseat. He drives us to the Juvenile Detention Center in West Tokyo. We step out of the car and walk towards building two.

“Our windows confirmed a curse womb approximately three hours ago. Five inmates are currently trapped inside along with the curse. Curse wombs that grow and change shape can be expected to become a curse close to that of a special grade. You are not to engage.”

I know that a curse of special grade ranking should be dealt with by a special grade sorcerer. Where is Gojo-sensei?

“Satoru is currently on a business trip.”

Of course.

A woman comes running towards us, stopped by the gate guards.

“Is Tadashi...my son. Is my son ok?!?”

I turn and see Itadori’s face turn pale. He needs to stop letting his feelings get involved.

“We cannot disclose any more information at this point.” One of the guards explains.

“Fushiguro, Kugisaki. We have to save him.” Itadori says.

“Of course.”

Ijichi-san lowers the curtain and I summon Kou.

“If it gets close, Ko-... my dog will let us know.”

“Let’s do this.”

— who dat boy - tyler the creator—

We walk into the building and are immediately caught off guard. The whole place is a maze. I turn around looking for the entrance.

“Damn. Where’s the door?”

Kugisaki and Itadori panic but I explain that Kou would be able to sniff it’s way out, since it remembered the scent of the entrance.

“You’re so reliable Fushiguro.” Itadori says with a smile, a familiar glint in his eyes.

He reacts the same way (y/n) does. They really must be close.

We walk deeper into the maze and find the work yard where the curse had first been seen. A mangled up body lay across from us. Itadori walks up to the body and pulls on the shirt he was wearing.

Tadashi Okazaki

“Is it that woman’s son?” Kugisaki asks.

“We’re bringing this body back. His face isn’t that messed up. She won’t be satisfied if we just tell her that her son is dead.” Itadori responds.

I grab onto his uniform and pull him away from the victim.

“Leave him. We have to confirm that the other two are dead.” I say, knowing exactly who this man is.

“Everytime we look back the path is different. How’re we gonna get back here?” Itadori responds.

“I said leave him. I never said we were coming back. He’s not even worth saving alive, why would I save his dead body.”

Itadori grabs onto the collar of my jacket.

“What’re you talking about?” He says, anger laced in his tone.

“This is a juvenile detention center. I read about what he did to get in here. He was driving without a license and hit a girl who was walking home from school, and that was the second infraction. I know you want to save everyone, so they can die a natural death, but who’s to say that someone you save won’t kill someone else in the future?”

Itadori looks at me with a blank stare. Anger festers within him. I can feel his energy shifting.

“THEN WHY DID YOU SAVE ME!?”

I...can’t answer that.

Kugisaki’s voice tears us away from each others stare.

“Knock it off you two! This isn’t the time or-“

Her body being sucked into a hole on the ground cuts her sentence off. We both stare blankly at the spot where she was standing.

No way.

“There’s no way...my divine dog would have-“

I turn around and see Kou’s head sticking out of the wall. Completely dead. My heart sinks. (y/n).

“Fushiguro!”

I turn towards Itadori, fear building up inside me.

“Run! We’ll find Kugisaki after we get away-“

My words are cut off by the immense amount of cursed energy I suddenly feel beside us. The special grade.

I can’t move. Neither can Itadori...I think.

Itadori suddenly swings his slaughter demon upwards in hopes of at least wounding the special grade. It proves absolutely futile when both the slaughter demon and his hand fly through the air landing a few feet away from us. I look back at Itadori and find his arm gushing with blood.

We’ve lost.

“Fushiguro. Run. Find Kugisaki. Let me know when you get out of here.”

“I’m not leaving you behind!”

“Fushiguro...Please...”

My heart sinks as I see Itadori’s pleading smile. I know he’s strong, but he’ll die if I leave him with this curse.

Wait.

I nod and find my will to move. I run as fast as I can through the building desperately searching for Kugisaki, my black divine dog leading the way. I finally reach her and, using my frog shikigami, pull her away from the curse that was holding her. We both manage to escape from the building. I drop her off with Ijichi-san, and my divine dog lets out a howl, signaling our escape.

Please let him make it out.

Ijichi-san explains that he’ll take Kugisaki to a doctor, and insists that I come along with him. I refuse and opt to wait for Itadori outside the building. I ask him if he could do his best to bring a sorcerer higher than a grade one when he returns. Although it isn’t likely he will, he agrees and drives away with Kugisaki safely tucked in the backseat.

I wait for what feels like ages. Suddenly, I notice the expanded dormitory has disappeared, which means the special grade curse has died.

Now if Itadori would just come back.

My thoughts are interrupted by a familiar sinister voice.

“If it’s about him, he’s not coming back.”

My whole body tenses up at the sound of that demon’s voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m in a good mood right now. Let’s talk.”

Where’s Itadori? He should have switched back by now.

“He seems to be having some trouble, but it’s only a matter of time before he’ll switch back. So I thought about what I could do in the meantime.” Sukuna says, an evil grin creeping across his face.

I watch as Sukuna buries his fist inside Itadori’s chest and rips out his heart. My eyes widen as I watch him hold Itadori’s still beating heart in his hand.

“I’m taking this brat hostage!”

He can live without the heart but...Itadori can’t. He’ll die if he switches back.

“Itadori will come back, even if his death is the result...that’s just the type of person he is.” I say, my heart racing.

“You think too highly of him. Just a while ago he was so scared while on the verge of death. He was a mess you know. Talking about (y/n) and why he’s sorry and how he’ll miss them. How pathetic.”

(y/n). Dammit.

My mind is racing as I stare at Itadori’s body, covered with tattoos and gushing red hot blood.

I’ll try and make him restore Itadori’s heart before he comes back by convincing him that he can’t win with a heartless body. I have to. But is that even possible? For someone who couldn’t even move in front of a special grade curse. Doesn’t matter. I’ll do it.

“I’m finally outside, Let’s make use of this space!”

I quickly summon Nue to fight Sukuna. Although I’m using my shikigami, I’ll fight him myself as well. I think I manage to land a blow, but it’s quickly blocked.

“Put some more curse behind your blows!” Sukuna says before punching me in the face.

I summon my Serpent and with the help of Nue, I manage to restrain Sukuna.

“Don’t give him a chance!” I yell to my shikigami, hoping that I’d be able to hold him long enough to land a critical blow.

I watch in shock as Sukuna rips my Serpent apart, freeing himself. Without a second to think, I find him grabbing onto the back of my shirt, flinging me into the air. He follows me up into the sky and hits me hard against the back of my head. I fly aimlessly through the air, but Nue scoops me into its wings and softens the blow of the landing. I turn and pet it’s head.

Nue is at its limit. I have to undo the spell before it’s destroyed. I carelessly used my shikigami and now my Serpent and Kou are both destroyed.

Sukuna lands in front of me.

“Your shikigami use shadow as a medium, don’t they?” He asks.

“So what?”

“Hmmm, you don’t get it do you?

I give him a questioning look, still disoriented from the beating I just received.

“What a waste of talent...in any case, I’m not going to heal the brat. He’s not even worth fighting for.”

“Well I save people...unfairly.”

I let out all of my curse, allowing the blue tinted energy to flow through and around me.

“You’re going to get fired up now? That’s good! Well then. Entertain me Fushiguro Megumi!!”

I begin reciting a chant usually done by shinto priests that is believed to summon the dead. Also known as “The ten sacred treasures.” My thoughts are spinning, disorienting me more.

(y/n). What would they think of me? How could I face them if I lose Itadori.

— goodbye - billie eilish —

I stop, realizing the only way to win is to pull Itadori out of his own head, no matter the cost.

“Itadori, I know you can hear me. I didn’t have any logical reason to save you and (y/n) back then. Even if it was dangerous, even if they are a liability, I couldn’t watch good people die. I had some doubts but... ultimately I made a selfish choice driven by my emotions. But that’s fine. So to answer your question...I saved you because...because I’m not a hero. I’m a sorcerer. I never regretted saving you two. Not even once.”

The tattoos on his body begin to fade, and Itadori’s face resurfaces.

“I see...You’re smart Fushiguro and I think the way you live your truth is right. But I don’t think I’m wrong either.”

Itadori’s chest gushes blood and his body becomes limp.

“Ah, it’s almost time for me... Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei...I guess I don’t have to worry about them anymore. Live a long life Fushiguro, and tell (y/n)...I...love....the-“

His body hits the ground creating a puddle of blood. Tears form in my onyx eyes.

I have to go home to (y/n)...what will I tell them. I’m sorry (y/n). I couldn’t save him.