#i just think about them sometimes. they were the strongest and then gojo alone was the strongest. and geto has always known

[eikichi-supremacy]

And that line between the beggars and the choosers Is a line you've never let me quite ignore

[lxmelle]

Those letters for his students was like Gojo’s way of showing consideration for them.

That’s what Geto Suguru, the “Gojo translator”, would say to them, if he was there.

I mean, there was a reason they were best friends - Geto understood him the best. He helped him learn how to (and the importance of) connecting to others - how to not be lonely.

It was the same in the scene with Kuroi. Right before he shouted for Gojo over the time, he just instinctively knew how to connect with Gojo and helped others with sympathising with Gojo.

I didn’t play the JJK game but I think the undercurrent dynamics is similar. Their bond. The exclusivity. Love. The whole breakup was about their friendship. The change the new generation got was also due to the path forged by them. As it stands, Gojo is shown to be largely misunderstood and nobody aside from Yuta has shown much affection for Gojo. Maybe Yuji ... to some degree. But I digress.

Maybe it’s an unpopular opinion, but considering how Geto-centred Gojo’s GIGA Character book was, he was likely influenced by Geto’s strong protective love for his “family”.

It makes sense to me that Gojo thought it would be important to put the students’ minds at ease with any thoughts/questions about their family. Hence the letters to help tie up loose ends.

Megumi was shown to be thinking about his father, whin he assumed was out there somewhere. Even if he didn’t want to know, there is a subconscious level of unfinished business from thinking this. And to know that Gojo killed him, may have helped him realise that his sensei had his back all this while. He was worth protecting all this while. That chapter of his life can truly close.

And just how bloody typical of his sensei, who has no “delicate-ness” about him!

As a sensei, and as a person, Gojo always protected others from his own personal concerns. He and Geto both stubbornly lived & fought “alone” because this was just their belief as the burden of the strongest = to protect others. The line was drawn and Gojo only ever wanted Geto to understand him, hence his conversation in 236. Only ever needed Geto by his side: hence his only complex was Geto leaving him behind.

We see this in how Shoko felt distant from them both. Stating in her inner monologue how she could never love either of them, but she was there - insinuating what they had between them was not something she could give (love) but her friendship was there if only Gojo let her in. And we see it in how, when she tried to connect with Gojo post-unsealing, by including Geto’s body as someone to be retrieved, he was a bit taken aback, starting his sentence with a long pause “……...” and keeping it simple / not elaborating (だな - it’s like the equivalent of a “yeah” but implies agreement).

Also, the fact the students and others can joke and call him an idiot, etc. means he really hid it well. Gojo protected them all. (As a teacher and adult should, I guess.)

I’m reminded of this scene.

Geto helped Gojo empathise & “not bully the weak”, but to also consider what else may be important... even if they may not think so themselves.

Until they receive what they thought they didn’t want, only to realise it was what they needed after all.

Cuz… y’kow: people (especially children) don’t always know what they want or need.

Sometimes what you want isn’t what you need. What you need isn’t necessarily what you want.

Gojo & Geto lived through that too... didn’t they? On so many levels… wanting, needing, denying, losing, yearning. Carrying their burdens they had nobody to share with. Making decisions on their own. Giving to the other a piece of their heart. Sacrificing themselves. Accepting each others loneliness as their own. Thinking they were better off loving the other by being apart.

The painful lessons that shaped the way for the new world. Children given the protection from The Strongest Sorcerer of the Modern Era. Granted a world with fewer curses for 10 years due to the Strongest Curse User.

Children who had adults to guide, protect, and care for them.

Children who do not have to be killed for the mistakes of others, who were forced to commit sins, or for being born a certain way.

I think every single sorcerer who were adults helped the kids in some way. The layers and layers of this story is just... overwhelmingly beautiful.

Much remains to be seen now. I’m worried that Yuta will have to live in Gojo’s body and that Kenjaku’s eerie words of Yuta being “the next Gojo Satoru” will extend beyond that battle.

People on X seem to be speculating whether a world without curses will exist (going back to jjk 0 and Geto’s ideals). What of the barriers without tengen? Some question reality as we are being shown - is it an elaborate dream? Hm.

I hope for the plant/flower trio at least... Megumi and Yuji can use their shared tragedy as vessels who committed sins to bond and support one another. Nobara is a great buffer and heroine in her own right. Their dynamics are really amazing. Independent, yet so bonded.

I’d love to see Gojo & Geto at peace. I guess whatever happens, chapter 236 is a bit like salvation. And doesn’t Megumi’s smiling pic (above) look similar? If these two smiled as if they had no regrets , we can assume Megumi smiled sincerely upon receiving the letter, too.

As long as Gege doesn’t do anything to change it.

Please please don’t. They deserve a reward for their hard work and sacrifice!

[isawritesshit]

The Color Blue - Prologue

image taken from @ lovevivianne on pinterest

Synopsis: As the only daughter to the leader of the Kamo Clan, you were trained and protected to one day bring your father honor through your marriage to the heir of the Gojo Clan. However, your husband ended up being something that your family never prepared you for. As you come to navigate a new world of politics between the clans, your husband convinces you that there is nothing wrong with honoring yourself too.

Warnings and Content: fem! reader, fluff, themes of forced/arranged marriage, hints of mental abuse, mentions of sex, mentions of menstrual cycle

Author's Note: As promised, the official start of my next Gojo series! Just for context, this is an AU of the JJK canon events (no KFC breakup, and as of now, no mention of Megumi). It is also inspired a little bit by my other Gojo series Someone. Other things I want to flag is that I do plan for there to be nsfw content in this series, as well as themes of physical and mental abuse. As of now, I am unsure how long this series will be. Updates will depend on my availability to write.

Word Count: ~2.4k

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People would say that if there was one thing that Gojo Satoru was not, it would be committed. Not in all ways, however. Satoru was very committed to his sorcery, to the protection of ordinary people and the balance of the their world and the jujutsu one. It was relationships that he struggled with. Yes, he had always had an authority problem, both growing up and even now, so his relationships with jujutsu elders and other clan leaders were never good to begin with, especially when he became a clan leader himself and took up the title as “The World’s Strongest Sorcerer”. However, his friends? He cared deeply for them, but he could never show them that, lest he risk the possibility of them getting hurt for that same reason. Lovers? Absolutely not. They would last a week at best, hence why his friends would say he had commitment issues. 

But, what many people did not know was that Satoru was betrothed to be married, and if there was one thing that he could say that he was committed to, it was that. 

And not just because he knew that the responsibility of upholding the Gojo Clan’s honor and survival was on his shoulders, but also for a reason that no one could have predicted. 

The first time Satoru had seen his future bride, they were both young, too young to understand why each of their parents were sitting across from one another, or why the most important members of the Kamo Clan were staring him down when he was barely even five years old. But when his parents asked to see you, that’s when everything changed. 

You were carried into the room by a caregiver and left in between the two families like you were some kind of meal. A veil-like mask covered the front of your face from the nose down, but Satoru could tell you were roughly his age. Your wide eyes looked about. First at your caregiver, who stepped out of the room with a bow, then to your parents, who didn’t even seem to notice you, then to his parents, and then finally to him, the only other child in the room. 

Gojo Satoru didn’t know it at the time, but it was at that moment that he had fallen in love with you. That same day, it was agreed upon that the two of you would wed when he was 25 and shortly after you turned 24. That seemed like such a long time, but… Satoru decided that maybe he would try to speak to you when he saw you next. 

Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. Both of your families kept each of you on a tight leash, and neither were inclined to meet with one another just because the Gojo heir wanted to see his bride. They were rival clans after all, with a long history of vendettas and alliances. 

However, just because Satoru saw you once didn’t mean that he stopped thinking of you. Even as a pre-teen, he sounded out your name in his head, sometimes aloud when he was alone. Kamo (Y/N). It was one of the few things he knew about you, other than what your eyes looked like. He knew that those eyes had likely changed over the years since the first time he saw you, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t think about them. About you. 

There were a few other things Satoru knew about you. You were the only daughter of Arao Kamo, the Kamo Clan head. Not only that, you were his youngest child and had three older brothers, all of whom Satoru had never met before. He would take in what his parents would tell him about you, though it wasn’t much; only that you had a different cursed technique from the blood manipulation that ran strong in the Kamo line, and that you were naturally beautiful for your age. 

But Satoru wanted to know more. He wanted to know what your interests were and if they were similar to his. He wanted to know more about your cursed technique and what kind of training you had received. He knew that you would receive some kinds of etiquette and liberal arts education, as was normal for daughters of the clans to do, but did you like any of those things? What foods do you like? How have you grown? 

What did the rest of your face look like? That was the question that replayed constantly in his head after Satoru was notified that him and his parents were to meet with your family again to make some further updates to the arrangement. Maybe this would be his chance for him to finally speak with you, to get to know you. 

But it was just the same as before. There was no caregiver to bring you in this time though, and no other Kamo representatives other than your mother and father, whom you sat beside. 

Satoru remembered staring at you the whole time, taking you in. His parents didn’t lie. You were beautiful and he hadn’t even seen all of you, and you also carried yourself maturely for a young girl. Your eyes had changed, of course, more grown but still just as wide and lively as he remembered. Your face was no longer obscured by a mask. Instead, you held a delicate fan that matched the kimono you wore, covering your face as you listened intently while your parents spoke, but never speaking yourself. 

You didn't look in his direction even once.

The meeting had concluded before he knew it had begun. His parents had needed confirmation of your fertility, since they were to be among the first to be notified when you started your cycle. However, in an offer that was a bit unexpected, your father had requested that the marriage date be moved up five years, to which his parents agreed. That part made Satoru ecstatic. Instead of waiting 12 years, he now would only have to wait seven. 

With that, you bowed and departed behind your parents, swift and silent. Satoru tried not to look like he was running as he tried to catch another glimpse at you when his parents excused him, but when he peered out the nearest window that overlooked the front lawn where you had arrived, you were already gone. 

And so, Satoru would go another seven years. Another seven years of thinking of you, dreaming of you, wondering what you looked like behind your fan and cosmetics. He had hoped to see you enrolled in the same class as him at Jujutsu Tech, though he knew for a fact that you most likely would not be. Your parents, more so your father, he realized, protected and sheltered you more than ever after that second meeting. He had expected you not to show up to that first day of school, but when that first day was over and you actually didn’t, a small part of his heart still sank. 

Satoru did take some females to bed during the next seven years you spent apart, mostly out of curiosity as to what sex felt like, but also by persuasion of his friends. However, his friends would get confused as to why he would never allow those girls to stay the next morning, or why he would insist on wearing a condom even when they gave him permission to finish inside. He would give the excuse (thought it really was the truth) that he actually wasn’t that interested, or that he also wanted to protect against STDs (the latter was a great insult that had women storming out on him, to his relief). In reality, he wanted his first real time, his first enjoyable time, to be with you. Even if he was allowed to take on any amounts of lovers he wanted both in marriage and out of it, he felt guilty knowing that you had to save yourself for him. So, in a way, he was saving himself for you too. 

As the years came closer and closer, he began to think of you more and tried to subtly gather more information on you, to little avail. He knew that this pining and longing could be considered childish, but he didn’t care. Was it wrong to want to come to love, to already be in love, with the person he was to spend the rest of his life and create a family with? Satoru certainly didn’t think so.

However, that didn’t mean he was without restraint. After his parents had passed and the mantle of the Gojo Clan leader was given to him, he didn’t try or demand to see you. After all, the two of you could still be considered strangers. Hell that is what you were, he had to remind himself. He figured it would be best to keep you with your family and not disturb your current life, especially since you would be seeing your family less once you came to live with him (but also because he didn’t want you to see him as some obsessed maniac). He decided he would be patient and wait, which would make your first real meeting with him all the more sweeter. 

Those seven years passed by too fast, he realized as he stood in the center of a magnificent shrine in what could have been the most spectacular and slightly uncomfortable outfit he had ever worn. Your family surrounded him on almost all sides as they awaited your arrival at sunset. Your parents and your brothers with their wives sat off to Satoru's right, and he could feel their eyes on him the entire hour that he stood there in a calm panic. After what seemed like an eternity, your headpiece peaked slowly over the hill as you ascended the path to the shrine. He held his breath. 

He noticed your eyes again first. 

They were downcast, melancholy, almost near lifeless. Not anywhere the lively pools of color he remembered and saw so often in his dreams. Your blank expression was such a contrast to the splendor of your being. Indeed, he thought that he was being pledged to a goddess, the way your updone hair and headpiece played in the golden sunlight, the way the whites, golds, and reds of your wedding kimono and wraps made you look like a princess, and the way your face, your whole face, looked like it had been extracted from a star.

To put simply, you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. 

Finally, you found your place beside him, your hands clasped in the folds of your long sleeves. It took you standing this close for Satoru to realize how much smaller you were than him, though he quickly discerned how much your face and demeanor had shaped into womanhood since he last saw you. He would catch glimpses of you when he could throughout the ceremony, taking in more of your features that you had laid out for him. The curves of your face, the shade and suppleness of your skin, delicateness of your hands... His heart was beating so rapidly, hoping that you would look back at him at least once. 

But you never did, even when you presented one another with ceremonial wine, or when you took his arm to leave the shrine for the reception dinner that was filled to the brim with Kamo Clan members and other officials. As soon as you both entered that reception, your fan was over your face. You didn’t say a word to him the whole time, so he never said anything to you. 

A cold sweat had laid itself over Satoru as you said goodbye to your family members. It wasn’t the type of goodbye that he would expect a family to give to their only daughter. There was no affection, no emotion shown, as if leaving your family was merely another ceremony. And then you turned back to him, eyes still looking down of course, and got into his car without a word. 

Satoru could tell that something was wrong and off about you. Sure, you had carried yourself gracefully throughout the entire evening. Every movement you had made between walking and eating and sitting was done to absolute perfection. Maybe it was those monotone movements that should have been his first sign. No, it wasn’t that. It had to have been your eyes. Why were they always so bleak? Why did you never look up at him or make eye contact with him or speak to him? What had happened to you since the last time he saw you?

At least your fan wasn’t up. That he could be thankful for. Satoru sighed. He couldn’t help but feel like the happiest day of his life, the one where he finally got to be with the girl he had loved for 15 years, was the saddest day of your own. He wanted to ask about it so bad, now that he had you alone, but he didn’t. He would just look at you every so often as you watched the Tokyo scenery pass by through the car window. Maybe this was your way of taking everything in, and he didn’t want to disrupt that. He trusted that you would talk when you were ready.

You remained silent as the car stopped and he walked you up the stairs to the front door of his home estate, one of the many under the Gojo name. Your new home. In a perfect world, in what he had imagined previously, you would have been smiling and excited as he picked you up to walk you through the doorway. In that world, you would have hugged and kissed him as he twirled you around and around in your own private celebration.

The door closing behind him brought him back to reality. You now stood in the center of his grand foyer, eyeing the dark polished wood and rich splendor of your new dwelling place. The space was only illuminated by shaded lamps and a dim glass chandelier above the grand staircase. A new couch, your couch, was against one wall, one of many of your belongings that had been moved in a week ago. Satoru decided to sit on that couch while you stood in the center of the room, looking down, not moving. 

Satoru couldn’t take this anymore. It was like you treated the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world. As if he, your new husband, wasn’t sitting ten feet away from you. He even considered the possibility of you being deaf or mute for a moment. No, he didn’t know what to do, other than speak to you. But what to say? Are you feeling okay? Are you happy? Sad? Were your clothes uncomfortable? How come you didn’t speak or look at him? At anyone? Was it something you were afraid of? Were you afraid of…

That had to be it. 

“Are you afraid of me?”

[deathofacupid]

a/n: very short, very angst filled, very self-indulgent, probably. mostly wrote it to get it out of my head. word count: 737 words. warnings: suicide, grief, depression, overall dark themes. possible spoilers, maybe? pairing: satoru x suguru x reader .ᐟ

at some point, everything was perfect. or close to it, at least. you could imagine a future with your boyfriends, or whatever they were. there wasn't really a label, you realize, as you're thinking back to it.

when people said your names, it sounded all like one big word - "gojo-geto-and-y/n" - because wherever you were, chances are, they were, too.

the truth was, at least when suguru left, you still had satoru. somebody was there to pull you from the dark, and you'd do the same with him. an anchor. kept you steady, held still in one spot. the fear was, if you ever strayed from that spot, you'd never make it back.

so, what happens when your anchor is now aweigh? just like it was predicted, you'd stray. and you were. straying, i mean. you won, but at what cost? who was left?

not your sugu'. not your 'toru.

it was just you and shoko, expected to somehow move past the deaths of all your loved ones? sometimes it felt like the blood shed wasn't worth the blood saved.

when you closed your eyes, you could put together a carefully hand-crafted world where everything went just right. you caught the signs of suguru's hurt, his pain, and you helped him.

but then what? would the reign of sukuna be inevitable? would you have lost everyone, anyways?

you knew this was a possibility, as a sorcerer. you'd been told this constantly, yet you still never expected it to ever happen. they were the strongest people you knew. and they died. they left you.

you'd always follow where they'd go. why would it be any different this time?

as you sit in front of their graves, ones that were right beside each other, you wonder if they've already found each other up there. the cool metal of the gun weighs heavy in your hands, and you place it gently beside you, pulling up shoko's contact.

you listen to it ring.

"hello?" her voice is warm, like a love you've always known.

"hi, shoko," you murmur. angling your head up, you let the hot tears fall.

"need something?" you can hear the shuffling of paper on her end.

there's a beat of silence. "no, um, i just need to say sorry."

"for what?" she snorts. "did you eat the bento in the common room fridge? because i know i put my name on there."

you laugh. it's broken, wet from tears. you can hear the worry in her voice. "what's going on?"

"i'm so sorry. i wanted to be strong, like you. because you are. you- you sat through all of this, and i haven't seen you break, not even once. but-"

"can you tell me where you are? i want to pick you up."

"-i'm not. and i can't do this without them. i- i can't live. it's not fair, sho. and i know how selfish it sounds, but i want to be up there with them. i want my chance with them. i can't... live. not without them, i can't. there's nothing left for me. i- i wanted to get married to them, have kids, grow old. but who am i gonna do that with? i can't see myself ever moving past this," you cry, knees now pulled to your chest.

"y/n, please. don't do this. it'll get better, i promise. all you can do is live. and i know you say it's impossible, but you have to. for them. it's what they would want."

"but what about me? what about what i want?" you interrupt. because, yes, what about you?

"i don't know," she's pleading now. you feel horrible. so guilty. you're leaving her, too. "but i can't lose you, too."

"i know, i know. i hope you can someday forgive me. i hate that i'm leaving you alone. but you're stronger than me, remember? you can handle one more. i know it. bury me next to them, okay?"

but you weren't crying because you were scared, god, no. you were going home.

"i'm sorry," you sob, one more pitiful time, as you press the barrel to your head.

in just a couple seconds, you'd be where you were supposed to be. with the loves of your life. and then, everything would truly be perfect.

the second you pull the trigger, you're dead before you hit the ground. you don't even hear her scream.

home, at last.

all banner credits to @anitalenia .ᐟ

[oddaesthetin]

3:56 am — gojo satoru

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“you know, i find that you’re actually quite easy to understand,” you muttered out of the blue, enigmatically, not even bothering to spare him a glance, and continued in whatever you were doing.

you saw him straighten up in your periphery.

“and by easy to understand, what do you mean exactly?”

“in a way where i know you prefer ice cream sandwiches more than ice cream cakes. or how your favorite song is shame on me by avicii because you think it reflects your life,” you stood up straight and looked at him for a second, completely ignoring what you were doing as you delved into thinking deeper. “i also know, and you’ll probably deny this, that your favourite flower is red and purple chrysanthemum because you find them vibrant and fluffy.”

the last statement reminding you of that one instance when you saw him get absolutely enticed upon seeing the flower. how he tried to fight off the intrusivity of squeezing them just to see whether they’d remain fluffy or not but failing miserably, and how his eyes got a tint of sadness when he saw the flowers crushed down to pieces. that one instance you see happen time and time again whenever he gets ahold of them.

hearing the last statement made satoru pout. not that you’ve noticed, as you went back to being engrossed in your project.

“i mean, i completely get the rationale behind that. maybe since people think you’re the strongest, or maybe since you grew up silver-spooned, it’s quite unlikely for people to assume that you’re no different at all from the rest. perhaps that thought is what makes it easy for them to separate you so they could look up to you.”

when silence engulfed the place, your eyes immediately went to the white-haired brute at the corner. although there was a distance between where you were both standing, it wasn’t as hard to notice the soft smile playing on his lips.

at the back of his mind, satoru is praying you wouldn’t see how much he cares about this conversation so much. it’s not so often you get to have these kinds of conversations, but when you do, he adores it dearly. somehow, you always find a new way to tug his heart and mind.

he deliberately tried to fix his shades in an attempt to also hide the soft glaze his eyes bore.

“just because you know my favourite things does not make me easy to understand.” he disagreed, amidst the reddening of both his ears.

like how you get ignorantly confident from time to time, you shook your head as you answered, “but for me, you are. it’s exactly because i know you. and i’ve known you for years now. i’ve noticed your habits…how you think…they’re engraved in my mind.”

how sometimes he says something that’s exactly the opposite of what he’s thinking.

“besides, just because i think you’re easy to understand does not mean you’re not a complex person.”

how he so desperately wants to be normal and yet never wants to give up his ideals that are always adding to his hurt and burden. you saw him move from where he initially was.

“i think that all these is what makes you comforting.”

“i’m comforting?”

you raised your head and finally looked him in the eyes. “yes. to put it in easier words, you’re kinda like a close friend at a bad dinner party.”

satoru laughed. “a close friend at the dinner party, huh? what got me demoted?”

of course, satoru knows what you mean. he’s known you just as much as you’ve known him. and it makes his heart swell hearing you talk about his habits he never thought you’d take time to memorize and analyze because truthfully, no one has made an effort as deep as you did for him. when he’s with you, he feels like a common person. never having to be the strongest. never having to be gojo satoru. when he’s with you, he feels just like…toru. your man, toru.

his life with you is both seeing and being seen. he remembers his younger self— how he was so confident that he had learned everything in this world and there was nothing left for him to learn. just that thought alone made him snicker because oh boy was he so wrong, for being with you helped him discover new things, and grow as a person in many ways than one. he feels like a kid who’s only experienced the world for the first time. a world where being flawed is not a flaw, but a reason to keep loving, without hesitation and reservations. where waking up is not a task, but a choice, because he gets so excited to see your face first things first, converse with you, and do life with you. you’re like the orange to his blue. you may both be at the opposite ends of the spectrum, but you do well at complementing each other.

what you both have is bigger than the world. too complicated to explain but very easy to embrace. it’s a new feeling he’s willing to explore even more.

when he shares a space with you, it’s like the roles have been reversed. instead of him protecting you, it’s you that’s giving him safety. like tonight. he doesn’t know how to explain all this to you without his heart exploding and his words turning gibberish, but he hoped you know. his words may not be as impactful, but he tries his best to show it.

you rolled your eyes at the statement, “it’s just a figure of speech, hun.”

your boyfriend giggled and walked even closer to you. you were about to welcome his stance when he stopped you and turned you around as he wrapped his arms around your body. “yeah, well, even if it’s theoretical, i still would like to be your boyfriend. or husband, even.”

“that’s…not how what i said works, toru.” you replied at his idiocy, stifling a laugh. as he buried his face in your neck, you softly ruffled his hair. when you felt his lips smack a kiss to your neck, a whisper of “i love you” entered your ears.

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hUEY LISTWN! this is a comfort piece i wrote for myself after the latest manga update so this might be a little cringe to som of you. this has been rotting in my notes 4 quite some time already but iv’e only gotten the confidence to share it now. if u liked it, tysm! we’ll survive the manga 2gether! 🥹🫵👯‍♀️

[sugusearrings]

( ‘ better .’ ) You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? Cause I am. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. Oh yeah, Your back against the wall This is all you’ve been talking about In my ears Nothing feels better than this.

— summary: gojo satoru is living a life nobody knows about. not even his two bestfriends. he wants you (fem!reader) all to himself. — genre: super fluff but the end :( — playing: better by khalid — note(s): this song reminds me of gojo so much just being happy and living his life. daddy gojo needs a happy ending and come home already! 😭 but i'm so so sorry for the end please forgive me. very brief mention of smut though. might be some spelling errors, kind of tired and lazy to do rn sorry. — word count: 3k

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is the honored one.

He is gifted with the Six eyes.

And he is one cocky motherfucker. He always knew about the power he contained which did give him an ego boost. Nobody can tell him otherwise, he is the strongest and honored one.

Many would wonder who would put up with Satoru and his egoistic attitude? Underneath it he is very caring of everyone and he can be funny too. Sometimes. Or at least Shoko and Suguru would say. But they did enjoy their snowy color hair friend and of course he loved his two closest friends.

It was just another day of Gojo bragging how he conquered today’s mission. Shoko was texting on her phone while Suguru was ordering a coffee at the cafe they stopped at because Gojo was whining and pleading to go there since last week. Gojo stopped rambling as his perfect shade of blue eyes looked through the glass of the treats they had on display. Suguru noticed his friend eyeing all the sweets. He knew where this was going.

“Are you really going to waste money on all those sweets, Satoru?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Gojo looked over at the raven hair boy and grinned. It was like he read his mind.

“And why wouldn’t I? Shouldn’t the strongest get a reward?”

That’s when he heard it. He heard a gentle giggle coming from inside. The cafe was small so it didn’t take long for Gojo to see you with your group of friends. He saw the group wearing the same school uniform so it was obvious you all went together. He wasn’t sure if you were giggling at him or with your friends.

But it caught his attention.

He was so caught up staring at you he didn’t even hear the cashier trying to get his attention so they could take his order. He waved them off before making his way over to you.

“That was bold of him.”

Shoko said, reaching to grab Suguru’s coffee for a sip. Suguru nodded. He was taken aback by Gojo's sudden action. His dark hues watched as his best friend brought a chair to sit at your table to talk to you. He noticed the faint blush on your cheeks as you laughed at one of his corny jokes.

“Very bold.” Suguru smiled at Satoru coming back towards them with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Not only am I the strongest and honored one, I am the most handsome.” He announced proudly.

“Is that so Satoru?” He chuckled while taking his coffee back from Shoko. Gojo nodded, getting back on line.

“Very much so, Sugu!”

The two boys looked over seeing you shyly wave at Satoru before leaving the cafe. “She thinks I’m very handsome.” He winked at Suguru then turned to wave goodbye to you.

“She probably said that so you can leave her alone.” Shoko chimed in. Suguru chuckled watching Satoru pout like the brat he is.

“Oh yeah? Then why would she give me this?”

Satoru proudly showed your name on a napkin along with your number. Shoko took it to examine it while Suguru’s bangs draped over her head as he leaned over to read. They were pretty shocked his corny lines actually worked.

“Maybe she’s desperate.” Shoko mumbled. Satoru gasped dramatically, holding his chest with his hand.

“Hey!”

“Name..is very pretty. But she’s definitely a non-sorcerer. Maybe she does actually like you, Toru.” Suguru smiled. Satoru was still pouting, and took out his yellow flip phone. “I’ll text, name right now!”

Satoru grumbled. He glanced over to see his slice of strawberry cake ready to be eaten. He handed the cashier his card and grabbed the bag.

A whole day passed and Satoru received no text back. Of course his friends teased him about how you gave him a fake number. He started to lose some hope. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe you gave him the wrong number just so he can leave you alone. It kind of hurt but he wasn’t going to tell Shoko and Suguru that. He really thought you two hit it off the other day.

Satoru was actually in his dorm just laying on his bed in the dark. He was actually nodding off into a nap when he heard his phone buzz. He groaned quietly, reaching over for it. He assumed it was Suguru texting him to ask where he was. But when he saw an unfamiliar number he furrowed his white brows. He opened the text.

hey satoru. it’s me, name.

He quickly sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widening and his heartbeat stops. You actually text him.

heyyy name. wat’s up?

Was that too basic? Was that too dry? Shit. Why did he reply so fast?! Now he looks desperate.

Another buzz.

i’m good! srry i didn’t reply yesterday, i got caught up studying and ended up passing out with my book on my chest.

Satoru chuckled lightly, imagining you so tired you slept with the book in hand.

u probably looked so cute like that.

Buzz.

oh please lol

no seriously! but don’t study too hard, don’t want you too tired you’ll forget about lil old me

i’m sure it’ll be hard to forget someone like you, satoru.

He smiled down at his small screen reading over that text.

You confirmed to Gojo that you were a non-sorcerer without even saying it.

You went to regular school and had a pretty normal life. You were raised by a single mother who works in a hospital as a nurse. You had a younger sibling who was in grade school. You hated math but really loved literature. You wanted to be a teacher not so much a nurse because you saw the long hours your mother worked. She didn’t have too much time for you or your sibling so most of the responsibilities were left on you. Your favorite color was blue ( of course he made a joke it was your favorite now because of his eyes - he might be right on that but you didn’t tell him that ). You also had such a sweet tooth.

Gojo decided not to tell his best friends about you replying to him. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep them out of it, but he just didn’t correct them when they asked about you again. Soon it was forgotten and nobody brought you up. Gojo also kept it to himself of his power, him being a sorcerer. He just told you he went to a good private school. Lucky for him, you didn’t ask any follow up questions.

Whenever he had a long mission and it would be hard to text you back, he would just say he was studying for an upcoming exam. You were very understanding because you were going through the same thing. But when Gojo did come home, he would call you.

You two would speak on the phone for hours. He liked the sound of your voice. He liked the silence you two would share on the phone. It could be a whole hour of silence and he was content just hearing you hum a little tune or curse under your breath while you were looking for something you misplaced. Gojo would fall asleep to the sound of your voice late at night. You would tell him goodnight before you went to sleep yourself. Being with you, Satoru was not the strongest.

He was not the honored one

He didn’t need his Six eyes.

He was just Satoru Gojo.

When Gojo didn’t have missions, that’s when you two spent time together. You two would flip a coin to see if you were going to one of his favorite restaurants or one of your favorite museums. The day would always end at the cafe where you two met. You two would share a slice of strawberry cake and each would take a turn eating the strawberry on top. But Satoru would always pretend he would forget whose turn it was and would let you eat it.

When you graduated school, you did invite him to the ceremony. You swore you didn’t see him in the crowd. But he was there, cheering your name so loud it caused you to flush and get a little embarrassed. After the ceremony, Gojo hung out with your family and they adored him. Your sibling thought he was so funny and your mother couldn’t get over how charming he was.

When it was time for him to go, you walked him downstairs. You insist you would walk him to the bus but Gojo rejected the offer. He didn’t want you walking back by yourself.

“Thank you for coming, Satoru. It means so much to me.”

You told him with a smile looking up at him. Gojo felt his throat drying up and his palms becoming sweaty. He bit down his lip feeling his heart race picking up. You noticed he was awfully quiet. You furrowed your brows. “Toru?”

Gojo leaned down to press his lips against yours. You froze up a bit before you could react, Gojo pulled away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry I-I just couldn’t…I-...fuck!” He yelled, grabbing the bridge of his nose dropping his head. You stood frozen not even noticing him having a melt down. When you finally snapped out of it you saw the dark red on his cheeks with a frown. “I-I didn’t mean to cross the boundaries like that honestly, name. I won't ever do it aga –”

You pulled the collar of his jacket down enough so you can kiss him back. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. He reacted faster than you did, he placed his hand on your cheek and began to kiss you back.

So you two began to date once the summer began. Did much change between you and Gojo? Not really. Your mother and friends were surprised you two just now became a couple. They just assumed you two were already dating.

He was just a lot more affectionate. He would hold your hand anywhere you two went. He would kiss you while waiting to cross the street or hold you from behind. Gojo would take pictures of you or the two of you whenever he could. When he would pick you up he would have a gift or flowers. Most of the time it was both.

He was the perfect boyfriend. Your friends loved him so much he was always invited when you guys would hang out. Even girls night, they would invite Gojo. They love when he would come for karaoke especially.

Gojo liked this life he had on the side and didn’t have to share it with anyone. He wanted to keep you away from that as much as possible. All to himself.

But at the end of the summer, everything changed.

Gojo was late to come over for a date you both planned. He’s never late to anything. He even shows up at least half an hour early. When you were calling and sending texts over and over, you knew something was wrong. So you just waited till it was time to go to sleep.

Late at night you woke up to a pair of cerulean blues staring down at you.

“Gojo?!”

You nearly yelled startled. He hushed you not to wake up your sibling who was sleeping. You sat up and was ready to ask him so many questions. Like how did he get inside of your apartment? Why was he just showing up now? But Gojo fell onto his knees then broke down into sobs. Tears streaming down his now red cheeks. The cry was from heartbreak. You got off the bed to comfort your boyfriend.

That’s when you found out about his best friend, Geto left.

And everything else.

It took a few days for Gojo to explain everything to you. About curses, his mission, his six eyes, his friends, and everything else. It honestly made your head spin. At first you thought he was mad and just making it up. But once he showed you his infinity and tried to get close to him. You physically couldn't. It was like a force field was keeping you two apart. You were dating Satoru Gojo, The strongest sorcerer alive.

The honored one.

Gifted with the Six eyes.

Did that change anything between you two? No.

You just wish he was honest in the beginning but you understood.

It was a lot to tell anyone who wasn’t part of that world.

Gojo barely left your side since his best friend Geto left him after killing the entire village and his parents. He wanted to kill non-sorcerers like you.

“But Toru, Suguru can just come any day now and kill everybody.”

You frowned as you stroked his white hair as his head was laying on your chest. He liked to hear your heartbeat and cuddle into you. He picked up his head with his beautiful blue eyes staring at you.

“You don’t think I can protect you, name?” He asked you. You shook your head sitting up making him sit up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head. You frowned.

“Satoru, it’s kind of scary to hear your friend wants to kill people like me, who aren’t sorcerers.”

“But he won’t!” He raised his voice making you lean back. Gojo grabbed both of your hands and stared into your own eyes.

“I promise to protect you with everything, name. I swear nobody, even Suguru, will never lay a finger let alone breathe the same air as you. I love you so much, name I can’t lose you too. I’ll never let you be in any kind of danger because of me.”

Your face was heating up while you stared at him eyes wide.

“Y-You love me, Satoru?”

Gojo blinked, realizing he confessed his feelings to you just now. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. He let out a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I got lost in the moment. Just trying to be heroic to my girlfriend.” He laughed nervously. You giggled and placed your hand on his warm dark pink cheek.

“I love you too.”

Gojo gives you his infamous grin before he kisses you passionately. That same night you and Gojo made love for the first time. It was the first time for you both. Gojo could feel himself becoming nervous for the first time in his life. You could tell he was but you reassured him you trusted him. You love him and he loves you. He made sure to be gentle with your body. He would look up at you with his white thick eyelashes fluttering with his blue hues darkening with lust. “Is this okay?” “I’m not hurting you am I?” “You’re doing so good...such a good girl.” “You look so pretty taking me whole like that.”

It took two days for Gojo to finally lose some stamina.

Satoru felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he told you the truth. But he still kept you separated from that life. The further you were from it, the easier it would be to protect you. You weren’t mad but some days it was overwhelming seeing him come home with bruises or blood on his clothes.

There were nights you would wait up for him and he wouldn’t come home till the early morning. You did feel helpless you couldn't do more for him but he reassured all he needed was you to be home waiting for him. But you stood by him for all these years. Especially when he brought in two children named Megumi and Tsumiki to live with you both.

After graduating university, you moved in with Satoru. He became a teacher at his old school and you became a teacher in grade school. You grew a bond with Megumi and Tsumiki. Both knew you weren’t a sorcerer but didn’t treat you any different. They both saw you as a mother figure and adored you.

After a long day at work you walked into the cafe where it all started.

Where you met your husband for the first time.

You could still hear his cheerful laugh and his gorgeous smile.

His eyes practically glowing whenever the sunlight would graze against them even with the shades on.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The cashier asked with a smile. You smiled back already knowing what you wanted to order.

“Hi can I get a strawberry cake,” you started then paused a bit but the cashier was patient, “sorry I kind of got stuck for a second, haha.” you giggled. The cashier nodded and wrote it down on her pad. “Oh also can you write something on it. “It’s a ghoul?” The cashier looked up with a wider smile.

“Because it’s Halloween right?” She giggled. You smiled again.

“Yeah! ” You handed her your card. She gave the card back once she was finished ringing you up.

“I think it’s cute. You’re practically glowing.” She gushed, making you blush a light pink. You walked over to take a seat. You reached into your purse to take out the sonogram you had done earlier before going to work. You smiled warmly seeing your precious baby resting in your belly. You could see the circle they made with the computer with the “IT’S A GIRL”.

You knew your baby was a girl.

Your hand was placed over your slightly swollen belly. Your wedding ring glistening by the light. You checked your phone for the time then you started to look at all the photos you had of Gojo or the both of you. There were some photos of Megumi and Tsumiki. There was a video you took when you told Gojo the news you were pregnant. He nearly broke the ceiling. Literally. You let out a small giggle. You knew he was going to be over the moon finding out about your baby girl.

What you didn’t know was that

Satoru Gojo

The strongest sorcerer alive,

The honored one,

Gifted with the six eyes,

Was being sealed tonight.

[lonelystarrs]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐬 .prt 2

𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑆𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝐺𝑒𝑡𝑜 𝑆𝑢𝑔𝑢𝑟𝑢

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Sometimes you have to abandon ship to save yourself, you just hoped there would be a shore in the horizon.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI • smut (Geto only in this part) • hurt / comfort / hurt • poly relationship • Angst chapter • Soft Geto •

Bickering between the two boys was nothing unusual, it was hardly a rare occurrence to have them butting heads over something that challenged each others testosterone levels. Satoru was usually the cause of it and as patience as Suguru was even he had a limit.

Satoru would stop sulking rather quickly, his attention span wouldn’t allow him to remain bothered by something for too long, he was easily distracted.

Suguru though had more depth than the six eyes, he thought more deeply and doubted himself easily, which is exactly what he was doing when Satoru had gloated about what had happened after the mission.

Satoru who lastly came into this little dynamic between you both was the first to have you alone and it happened behind Suguru’s back.

What bothered him is that you were willing. Those voices in the back of his head that caused doubt surfaced in a rather ugly fashion — as much as Suguru would keep up, he knew deep down that Satoru was always one step ahead in every aspect.

But this was something Suguru found difficult to accept because this entire time he felt he was slightly ahead of Satoru in regards to you. It’s why it bothered him, it left room for doubt to crawl under his skin —did you prefer Satoru? Did you harbour more feelings for him?

Not only that but he had noticed your growing discomfort, you were less bubbly, you weren’t smiling as much and you were pulling away —Geto was convinced you were.

The six eyed sorcerer was the source in his life that took away his doubt and that’s exactly what he was trying to do at present, it just wasn’t sugar coating his doubtful mind like it usually did.

“Ehhhh? Naaaaah!” Satoru waved his hand dismissively, his lips vibrating together in a pftttttt. Acting like Suguru had said the most ridiculous thing in their entire friendship. “-Why would she wanna leave us? She’s practically wrapped up in a handsome sandwich and she’s the juicy ham in the middle! No way. Two good looking guys, strongest and you seen those little love hearts in her eyes when-“

“That’s enough Satoru, something isn’t right you need to be serious for once. Think about someone else for a change, you’re shit with girls so your advice is the last thing I’d take.”

Even Satoru Gojo wasn’t settling the doubt bubbling in Suguru’s stomach like he usually did and it was creating a taste that was worse than those rancid curses he swallowed.

“C’mon she’s fine! You really that bothered I gave her fun time with Gojo’s penis alone?”

Prodding Suguru’s cheek playfully only made him swat at Gojo and glare at him, before shoving his hands into his pockets and slouch his posture before walking off. It didn’t take long for an arm to swing over his shoulders and playfully bump into Suguru.

“No, this is different it’s nothing to do with sex.”

“Y’sure? ‘Cuz It was so good Suguru, she was still full from us at that abandoned school, it was so damn sloppy, gives me a semi thinking ‘bout it.” Satoru chimed, side eying his friend to see his reaction and only smirked when he watched the dark haired boys shoulders tense.

“So you are bothered, I knew it~!”

“Get lost Satoru-“

“Tell ya what-“ suddenly stopped Gojo reclaimed his arm, Suguru walked a few strides ahead, “-because I’m selfless and the most incredible bro you could ask for, you go meet her alone tonight, I’ll see y’tomorrow.”

Suguru glared over his shoulder, not convinced Gojo was being so easily selfless and could hold up his word on actually being left out. The boys were both on their way to meet you and as much as Geto didn’t want to admit it, his friend was excited to see you, evident by Satoru was getting increasingly more giddy throughout the day.

Satoru seemed to be the only one who wasn’t aware that something felt off and it started to convince Geto that perhaps it was because he felt somewhat left out? It would make sense, he doubted himself a lot and this was more personal, this wasn’t work related what so ever.

But this would be a good opportunity for Suguru to assess what was going on —maybe even question you. You always were more honest with him, always easy for him to draw out what you tried to bury.

So he took the offer, waving over his shoulder at Gojo, Geto carried on in the direction to meet you, dropping you a text telling you he was five minutes away.

Geto >Be there in 5

You > Ok, I’ve made ramen for you guys, there’s something I want to talk about with you both.

The words churned Geto’s stomach and his pace slowed to almost a stop as he stared at the words on his phone, thumbs hovering over the illuminated screen as he swallowed thickly reading over it again and again.

“Uh, Suguru are you okay?”

Eyes rose up to meet yours at your front door, he blinked not realising he’d walked the entire length here silently, unnerved by your text.

“Where’s Satoru?”

Locking his phone he shoved it into his pocket, looking away to the side as if it not looking at you would ease the disturbance in his stomach.

“He isn’t coming tonight, it’s just us.”

Suguru couldn’t help but side glance at you, too curious to ignore what your reaction would be to it being just him this evening. Your jaw tensed, your gaze drifted and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

You looked disappointed and Suguru felt nauseated over it.

Ignoring it he played off casually and smiled, the facade only he could pull off so well because he was the best liar and manipulator out of three of you. stepping forward and tucking a strand hair that had fallen from your messy bun, using his soft charm to distract you from that apparent disappointment.

Then use a guilt trip to sway your concerns.

“Food smells really good, hasn’t been just us for awhile thought you’d be alright with it, I can leave if you want. I just still really wanted to see you.”

That should do it.

His heart jumped at the little doe eyed expression you gave and knowing you, you’d be worried that you offended him —because like him you were an over thinker. He smiled a little at your expression, passing it off as his usual softness not letting you see behind it that he was amused you took the bait of his words.

You were just so much less selfish that he and Satoru.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I’m sorry, I’m still really happy you’re here I just-“

You trailed off, that worry glistening in those pretty eyes of yours and the combination of his stomach churning but hope feeling his heart was damn awful.

“You just what?”

“Just wanted to talk to you both at the same time about something —it can wait another day, I guess.”

He didn’t miss your eyes glistening with something else, they were watering, he could feel your agitation and it wasn’t helping his doubt trying to win the race with hope.

“You can talk to me, what’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing, just forget it, please? Can we just enjoy an evening to ourselves instead?”

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you half turned to encourage him to come in and smiled at him so warmly, so convincingly lovingly that he felt that worry melt for a few moments.

Hope filled him more and more throughout the evening, winning that race against doubt, the food warmed him and his soul, he laughed with you and doted on you. Washing the dishes after you cooking then helping you put them away.

You cuddled into his side on the sofa, you played with that strand of hair that he left down because he knew you loved twirling your finger around it. You laughed when he pressed kisses over that spot on your neck that made you recoil because it tickled, laughing against your skin he just pulled you closer.

Fingers dancing up the sides under your skirt, thumbs rubbing in circles as he reached your hip. The airy moan that left you sent a pulse to his cock, your fingers threading into his hair until his bun loosened from the band.

He’d rolled you over so easily on the sofa, his lips on yours in some slow, yet messy kiss that felt so passionate it kicked his heart against his ribs.

The airy moans swallowed by each other, clothes still on due to no patience to remove them only undone to release pressure and aid access. The urgency consumed him and you, your nails biting into his back before skimming down to grip his bare ass under his now loose jeans, squeezing his cheeks as he nudged his cock head clumsily against your throbbing pussy.

“Please, Suguru,”

Your lips bit at his bottom lip, pulling it slightly before running your tongue over it. It made him curse against your mouth and inch his dick in slowly, feeling it pop as it pushed through that tight ring of muscle swallowing him greedily.

Your hips jolted, rolled and did everything you could to try to encourage him to fill you properly.

“M’gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this,”

“Then do it,”

He groaned against your lips, your pleading tone hinted with a demand and you tasted as good as your words, your cherry lip balm smeared across his was removing any traces of those vile curses he swallowed.

“You need to cum first,” he muttered against you, pushing another inch in, “-that’s the rule remember? It’s always you first.”

He felt you clench around him and he chuckled at you, a breathy moan laced with it.

“I thought you liked being degraded, where did being praised come from?”

Satoru had said the same thing and it briefly took your mind back to that mission a few days ago, how lovingly yet messily he’d fucked you alone, then those texts he was receiving.

Those girls. The lack of feeling security from them. The unknown… the need to leave this situation. It had all dissolved in Suguru’s presence, it all went back to how things were before these worries took over.

And that would be fine, if you didn’t feel something for both of them now.

Your heart plummeted as your mind raced back to him, Suguru frowned noticing your stiffness, reaching up he cupped your chin, pulling his lip from your teeth and running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Look at me.”

You did —stiffly, reluctantly and Geto seen it, he felt it course through his heart in a painful ache. He watched the distraction from the issue he knew was quietly brewing all but disappear in you.

“Just focus on me for now,” he whispered it, almost like he would hope it would calm whatever storm was brewing. He distracted you by filling you with a hard thrust, bullying the rest of his thick cock in and it was hard —your body jolted, the breath hitched in your throat as a gasp, pretty eyes widened and your mouth fell agape.

His mouth messily returned to you, holding you so close it was difficult to thrust into you under him on the sofa, his hips rutting into you in short close punches and it was sloppy. He could hear your cunt squelching as he bullied his cock in, you were so tight and warm, pulses being sent from his lower stomach to his cock as he drank in your moans.

This felt right, so right, no sorcerers, no curses —no ego battles or bickering, just you both again in a way he hadn’t had you alone.

He could focus on you and him for once.

“Y-You’re s-so t-thick S-Sugu-“ each word punctuated with his thrusts, each word stuttered because you were struggling in the most blissful of ways under him.

“Yeah? N’you’re so tight, so wet, you’re so good f’me.”

He loved the feel of your hands gripping his ass as he rutted into you, rolled his hips so beautifully you were starting to see stars, hitting something in you every time that you just couldn’t speak. You felt overstimulated and you hadn’t even cum yet.

“My good girl, is she gonna cum for me?”

His voice was so smooth, so calm before his tongue pressed against your neck, knowing that spot that made your cunt clench and hands grip his ass harder, stiffening under him as that build up rose too quickly under his praise.

“You really like the praise hmm?”

You nodded dumbly, practically clinging to him in hopes that taught line would snap, your orgasm at its peaking waiting for that one move to just push you over.

His hand left you, lifting your leg by the back of your thigh and pushing it up higher, angling his hips he buried into you deeper.

Kissing your throat he could feel you moaning against his lips.

“You’re beautiful, you sound good like this,”

Heat rushed up your neck, blooming on your cheeks and tears welling up in your eyes —his softness, his loving tone was just too much. Your heart swelled until the tears spilled at his praise, Geto noticed when the salty taste on his tongue kissed it away. Following the trail up to the source, he shifted to hover over you and rose a hand to cup your face, thumb swiping away under your left eye.

“Cum for me, then we can talk,” your name left him so softly, his eyes looking into your soul and he kissed at your lips so sweetly “-I’m here,”

“I’m sorry-“

He shushed you soothingly before kissing you again, swiping his tongue across your lip before meeting yours. The short hard punching rhythm of his hips meeting yours, thick cock spreading you open yet you clenched around him so desperate to cum when Geto rotated his hips and it brushed against that spot inside you it finally pushed you over the edge.

“M’cumming- Suguru there, there- I’m cumming,”

He cursed against your mouth as you clamped around his cock, pushing himself to the hilt and hips stuttered as he let you ride out your orgasm on his dick, moaning praise at you.

“Oh Fuck pretty, just like that —cum around that dick, feels good, your pussy feels so good.”

It was almost unbearable how close he was, slurring into your ear as he pressed fully against you, his body convulsing lightly in reaction to how you felt cumming his breath hot against your skin, fingers caressing whatever place they could touch.

He felt you go slack under him, heaving in air trying to recover from the high and his weight countering your attempt to even out your breathing. But Geto didn’t shift, he pressed until he was balls deep and flexed his cock inside of you.

“Gonna help me cum now, love?”

You > can you guys meet me at our favourite cafe at 730pm tonight please? It’s important need to talk to you both.

You glanced at the clock in the cafe reading 8:34pm.

They’d both read it not long after you’d sent them both the text in your little group chat, Suguru had only liked it in response.

You wanted to believe they were busy with some kind of mission as usual, that they’d been dragged out last minute and were merely running late.

“Hey, can I get you anything else? You’ve been sat here for awhile-“

“No I’m okay thank you, I’m gonna leave in a moment, can you please box up that cake to go though?”

You smiled politely at the waiter, who only gave a small charming smile back before collecting your empty cup and plate. Saying they’d be right back with a box for Satoru’s current favourite sweet treat you’d gotten him.

He’d probably want it after a long day, seems like they were having one.

You tried to tell yourself, focusing on that to stop your head spiralling into more paranoid trains of thought that matched the sinking gut feeling in your stomach that it wasn’t a mission keeping them occupied.

You wrapped your scarf around you, pulling your jacket on to keep you warm but the cold air still bit at you, fog appearing as your hot breath mixed with it, a heavy sigh leaving you with the simple comfort of cosy clothes on a cold evening.

The bag rustled lightly next to you as you stepped towards your dorm, taking a detour wanting to delay your arrival time because you knew as soon as you stepped through the door you’d be hit with that sinking feeling.

What you didn’t expect were two female sorcerers, the mean girls of the little community, stood around smoking in the entrance way. Your name leaving one of them in a sly, sing song tone.

“Aww, you’re on your own?”

“Get lost, Mila, I’m not in the mood.” You retorted stopping in front of them as they stepped in your path, blowing smoke into your face.

“Yeah, I’d be bummed to if I got replaced, it was only a matter of time though.”

You stayed silent, not wanting to aid their taunting but also slightly curious as to what exactly they were talking about. You thought your silence wouldn’t aid them, however it did the opposite.

“Oh? What’s with that look? You don’t know?”

You let out a heavy sigh, trying to remain passive and bored by them, despite your heart falling into your stomach and anxiousness rushing through your veins like fire.

“What don’t I know, Mila?”

“Satoru’s new interest, Suguru is tagging along as well. I mean they’ve been with her all evening, seen them leaving that little maid cafe Gojo likes.. my friend works there, Satoru’s been smitten all evening. Here-“

The illumination from the phone made you squint, almost flinch to adjust to the sudden brightness shoved in your face… but when they adjusted it was a sight you’d rather have not seen.

Satoru was beaming that stupid smile, throwing an arm over a girls shoulder who was blushing furiously trying to hide it under her jacket. Suguru was behind them on his phone for a call, apparently he could use his phone after all, with some exasperated expression on his face. She slid the screen to another photo of Suguru holding the door open to an apartment complex, the girl walking in and Gojo following.

You had no idea who she was, but she was pretty that was undeniable and you knew that look from Satoru. That goofy, cheeky smile, that arm over the shoulder —you knew how felt to be the one under it with his silly way of flirting and teasing. You knew how that blush felt across her cheeks.

This was why you wanted to talk to them, to get an answer —you find some kind of solution and if you weren’t all agreeing then it would cease between you all. You’d call it off —you’d leave as friends and nothing more.

You wanted to get your answer in a way that was mature, instead you got it like this.

With some bitter bitch holding her phone at you like a damn Oscar that she’s won over you. She shook her phone for emphasis and you thanked the gods for your ability to hold your shit together in front of her.

“So? It was only ever sex, no strings attached.”

“Hah?”

“Bullshit! They wouldn’t sleep with us when we offered it and we’re ten times hotter than you!”

“I don’t have time for this playground shit, get lost.”

You pushed past them both without another word, leaving them to stomp at the ground and the other furiously suck on the rest of her cigarette, puffing it out dramatically through her nose.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

You chanted it inside your head not noticing your pace getting faster as you closed in on your dorm room, eyes and nose stinging to hold back frustrated tears before they spilled for anyone to see in the hallways.

The door slammed unintentionally behind you as you dropped Satoru’s cake to the floor, bag rustling on impact as your back hit the door and you slid for the floor.

“Assholes,”

The teary sneer was heard by only you, left in the silence of your dark room, leaving the lights off so if by chance the boys did happen to remember you they’d think you were asleep and leave you be. You just hoped Satoru wouldn’t overstep any boundaries and teleport into your room, or use his stupid six eyes to seek you out.

You succeeded for an amount of time, crying until you ran out and sat numbly on the floor staring at nothing in particular with your arms wrapped around your knees, forehead resting on your forearms. Ignoring the vibrating of your phone in your pocket, letting the calls ring out to voicemail and ignored the odd buzz of texts coming through.

You wanted to be left alone, for once not answering to them and letting distance happen on your terms, not theirs.

But this was Satoru Gojo you were involved with, someone unable to read the mood well, someone who overstepped boundaries as a form of amusement because he never did see any lines drawn in the sand.

The knock on your door wasn’t subtle, it was testing the water to see if you were awake, perhaps the rest of the dorm as well.

“Satoru shut up! Her lights are off, leave her be.”

“Call her again, see if she answers-“

“It’s nearly midnight, let her sleep we will catch her tomorrow.”

“But I wanna see her, it’s been two days.”

The voices were muffled, they sounded tired but oh so clear on who they belong to and your body tensed in apprehension that Gojo would find his way into your room —see you like this, question why you’re like it.

But it was the rage that suddenly erupted in you —a total 360 from the calm mindset you tried to stay in, that made you stand and grab the door handle. Also the cake you’d bought Satoru to eat when he arrived at the cafe like you’d asked.

You swung the door open, both boys turning back to see you and a goofy smile spread over Gojo’s face.

“See! Told ya sh-“

You threw the cake at him, not expecting it to actually hit him square in the face, smearing the cream over his now wonky glasses and the gobsmacked look on both their faces would have been comical if you were so fucking angry.

“What the hell?!”

“Isn’t your infinity supposed to be up?!”

“It isn’t around you! You’re not a threat so why would I keep it up!”

“Oh?! So I’m weak now?”

“Well yeah, but that’s not what I meant!”

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply before stepping between you both seeing how you were only bouncing off each other and it was going to spiral faster.

“Can we come in? It’s late, if Yaga finds out we-“

“Finds out what, Suguru?” You sneered, glaring at him harder than you had Satoru. He was using his phone, yet he couldn’t have text you? Let you know?? Screw that!

Geto was stumped, blinking at your attitude and that fact you’d taken it up with him. You never spoke to him like that, you never directed anything at him because it wasn’t him that caused your upset —it was always Gojo.

“That you’re sneaking around, that you’re double teaming whoever when you feel like it?”

“Hey-“

You whirled back to Satoru, pointing at his chest actually making him lean back.

“You I expect it from, being the little fuck boy with the god complex that you are but you-“

Your eyes turned back to Suguru, eyes almost softening on him looking at you like that, he was shocked, not expecting it, almost looked hurt but you were so far gone to even take anything else in that might sway your anger at them.

“I don’t expect it from you, I never did.”

Your voice softened, cracking almost as you felt that angry fog clearing, your wrist being snatched by Gojo made you look back at him and he wasn’t amused.

“We got held up on a mission, which was pretty shitty by the way-“ Satoru’s voice was calm, no playful tone to it like he usually carried, his eyes weren’t leaving yours, not even faltering as he spoke, “-we are sorry we didn’t get back to you about this evening alright? It’s just one evening, you don’t need to be such a bitch about it.”

You snorted a laugh and tried to snatch your wrist away but it failed under his grip.

“Satoru watch your grip,” Suguru moved forwards, seeing that Gojo wasn’t releasing the tension and it was stopping you from getting away like you wanted.

“Get back to me? I was waiting for you guys for over an hour! Tell me how was your mission?”

“You went to the cafe?”

“Well yeah, you liked the message Suguru, I assumed that was a go ahead for it, obviously though I’m not on your list of contacting when you have other females to attend to.”

“You know?”

Your other hand rose to try pry your wrist from Satoru and you tried pulling away, feeling that sting in your nose and eyes again threatening to spill tears you didn’t want them to see. But Gojo’s keen eyes were looking at you like prey, his own blue ones softening for a second when he took a closer look at you.

“You been cryin’?”

“No.”

He rolled his eyes and lifted his other hand to cup your cheek, thumb wiping under your red, puffy eyes giving you some kind of soft smile and it only boiled anger in you further.

Like you expected him to read the situation and take it seriously.

“C’mon, let us inside yeah? We can talk in your room-“ he pursed his lips together in a childish kissy face and leaned forward to kiss you, “-and we can kiss and make up, show you we really are sorry~!”

The childish attempt left Satoru quickly when you tugged your arm harshly to get away and turned your head to the side to avoid the kiss.

“No-“

Suguru was the one to call your name softly and his softness was the thing that cracked your anger, emotions rushing forth in a way that was hard to process, you fought the instinct kicking in to run from them —to be as far away as possible to try save yourself from the heartache crushing your chest.

“I don’t want this —“

The words made Satoru’s grip on you loosen enough to pull yourself from them and back up with your head down, your right hand gripping your left upper arm as you withdrew from them, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“I don’t want this anymore,”

You stepped back and Satoru stepped forward, Suguru was the one to stop him, placing a hand on his shoulder and stepping forward himself.

“Is this what you have been wanting to talk about?”

You nodded unable to meet them, fat tears spilling down your cheeks and it was pitiful. You felt broken it didn’t feel right but it had to be done, you knew this was how it needed to be.

You were declining in this dynamic, between them you were losing yourself.

“Why didn’t you just say something to one of us?”

“Because it’s unfair, it has to be both of you, I couldn’t get one to pass on the message that’s cruel.”

Suguru sighed realising the situation wasn’t going to get any better —you were high on emotions, the most upset he’d ever seen you and you needed space.

Satoru however-

“So that’s it? You’re just done because we didn’t get back to you for one night?”

His head was bowed, white locks covering his eyes but his jaw was tense, his voice quiet yet hard and it only spurred your anger again.

“You left me sitting in a cafe whilst you went out flirting all night in the maid cafe and to double team someone else! You used your phone Suguru and couldn’t even be bothered to message me! I’ve seen the photos. So yeah, I’m done because of this one night, not the girls you constantly flirt with in front of me Satoru, or have them texting you, or you saving their numbers in your pockets!”

The shock was evident on both boys faces, Satoru finally looking up at your outburst, only to see your eyes burning in anger and tears glistening failing to put out the fire in them.

Suguru muttered something about photos, looking somewhat confused.

Whilst Satoru snorted, giving a confusing combination of expression —he was acting like this was ridiculous, like what you said was outrageous. Frown with a light shake of his head but his eyes were contradicting any attitude he used as a facade, they looked hurt… they looked tired.

“So go do what you want, whoever you want —I’m done with being both of you guys little fuck toy.”

“Enough-“

Suguru’s tone was cold, his patience having left him, you rarely seen him angry but he had the audacity to aim it at you.

“It’s late, Satoru and I aren’t in the best place to handle this after today. Things are spiralling and fixing anything like this is futile-“

Gojo turned his eyes away, shoving his hands into his pockets and glaring at the wall like a scolded child.

Suguru’s eyes however, were firmly fixed on you.

“You want space? We will respect that but don’t ever refer yourself to a sex toy again, do you understand?”

He said it with such distaste, such displeasure that you’d seen him pull less of a face consuming curses.

“I don’t want space-“ you were proud of yourself for your voice not breaking, for standing your ground you knew how Geto could lie, how easily he could sway words or situations so you put it in a way that he couldn’t, “-I’m done, Geto.”

Satoru was the first to leave, teleporting himself away without Suguru, the only one brave enough to watch you retreat back in your room, the door quietly clicking and locking behind you.

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[s4toryuu]

it’s okay — gojo satoru

two weeks after suguru’s death, you come home to to your apartment and to your surprise, your boyfriend.

notes: hurt and comfort, post jjk0, established relationship, angst, ooc!gojo (you’ll see), sorry in advance, based off when gege said gojo had many breakdowns after jjk0

just like everyone, when you first met satoru back when you were first years, he was insufferable. however, you being you, you concluded that it would only be common sense that his title of being the strongest made a not-so-positive impact on his psyche. so you were forgiving.

you secretly made it one of four years’ mission to get the one and only gojo satoru to open up and drop the cocky act. but even when amanai riko, the girl he grew fond of in your third year, was assassinated, he barely budged. he said he barely knew her. not to say he wasn’t phased by it, but every time it would come up he would find a way to lighten the mood like he always has.

this was when you confirmed your belief about his damaged psyche. when they were in okinawa, satoru had texted you and shoko about riko and how you would love her and how riko would love shoko and utahime. he told you about the beach and the aquarium, and later geto told you about how satoru stayed up all the nights to keep guard. he cared about amanai, so his reaction couldn’t have been completely truthful.

you two still weren’t the closest then, but you just couldn’t let it go. awkwardly a couple of weeks after the girl’s death, you approach satoru after you finished a quick duo mission. “goj—satoru,” you start, mistaking his family name. he looks to you from the vending machine. “you know, it’s okay to be sad about it.” your voice gets quieter from the bench you sat at.

“huh? about what?” gojo sits next to you, handing you your drink of choice. “oh. yeah, I know.” he opens his coke. “but ‘ya know. it is what it is—that brat is probably in a better place anyway.” he shrugged and sat limp beside you with his arm behind your back, resting on the wood.

“satoru, it’s okay.” he took a big inhale and you fiddled with the drink in your hand.

“did suguru send you or something? or you being sweet for something else?” he looked to the side through his glasses. “it’s nothing to me now. plus, I learned a lot from it anyway.”

then, a year later, he barely talked about it when suguru defected. you figured you just weren’t close enough. when you started dating a year after that, the first thing you talked to him about was how it was okay to be sad even if it meant being weak in his eyes.

however, in the next 9 years, you’ve never caught him being more than just quiet or reserved when he was feeling down. even then, it wasn’t complete because he was always making annoying remarks. so you set that mission aside to be ready if the time ever comes, but decided not to hold your breath.

sometime in that time frame, you slowly notice satoru letting his guard down to you more and more during challenging times. upsetting or sad times were extremely rare, but that just made you treasure and observe them more carefully. you think it’s just satoru maturing as well. you used to joke that satoru being genuinely really sad was just as rare as his six eyes and infinity combo.

most of the times were because of his (and yours, kinda) adopted son/little brother/student/nephew/beneficiary/“brat with crazy potential”/“the future” named fushiguro megumi not playing along to his antics. the worst was when the pre-teen lashed out at satoru for “acting too much like my dad.”

that was the first time you saw satoru genuinely upset. he had asked (interrogated) megumi about his new middle school, to which the angsty kid, stressed with the new environment, who wanted to be left alone, snapped. satoru has opened up to you that night.

two weeks ago, satoru killed his best friend. you were guarding inside the school, especially because of the new student. when you had heard the news, all you thought about was satoru. it had been almost ten years that you talked to suguru, and honestly while you couldn’t blame him for his crimes, it was hard to look at him the same.

the first week after that, satoru was perfectly normal. the start of the week after was the same, so you figured he might’ve not been as affected as you thought. however, you couldn’t accept that he was just okay with permanently losing his self-proclaimed “other half.”

so when you come home after a full day’s worth of errands and hear deep shaky breaths from your bathroom, you think you’re mistaken. that part of you you set aside shivered at the thought that you were correct; that satoru bottled these big feelings to release them alone.

“satoru?” you called softly before slipping off your shoes. the door to the bathroom was open. as you started your way towards it the faucet started running, followed by water splashing against a face you now studied as you leaned against the doorframe.

“hey! you’re home early!” satoru smiled at you, face wet. he made no effort to stop the droplets from running down his chin, to his neck, and eventually to his sweater.

“so are you, toru. is everything okay?” you shifted your weight and he turned the water off. you swear you felt your brain flex at you struggling to decide how to approach this.

you swear he was just crying. will you make him uncomfortable if you pry? no, you don’t want to pry anyway. he was forced to kill his best friend just less than two weeks ago. it had only been you, shoko and satoru since suguru had first defected, but despite the time, satoru had always talked to you about suguru coming back somehow.

“yep. yaga let me come home early. I might take him up on that break offer, honestly.” satoru watched himself in the mirror, smile slowly fading. you grab a towel from a cabinet and have your boyfriend face you.

“that’s good. your students won’t mind. they understand—we all understand.” gently, you reach up to dry his face. to your surprise, you got stuck just in front of his nose. he still had his infinity on. you waited for him to realize, as he zoned out looking down at you.

satoru sighed softly and he closed his eyes. “shit, sorry. I’m distracted.” he rubbed his forehead and you wiped his face.

“it’s okay.” you tiptoed to kiss his temple and he bent down to reach around your waist. you hugged for a good ten seconds, feeling his chin on your shoulder.

“wanna take a nap?” you asked in an almost whisper. satoru nodded on your shoulder. “I’ll wash up first.” satoru hums and lets you go. really, you just wanted to hug him. you weren’t tired at all, but knowing satoru he would only rest like this if you were there to encourage it.

you dressed in a matching crewneck and shorts and walked to satoru, who was already on the verge of sleep in your bed. usually, when he felt your weight on the mattress he would lay his arm out for you to lay against his chest. instead, satoru let you lay down and just hugged you from your side.

he closed his eyes and sighed. he called your name and you moved your arm to let him lay against you. “I’m just distracted. I’ll save that vacation for another time.” he said, seemingly out of nowhere.

“baby it’s a break, not a vacation. I think you should take it. I can stay home with you if you want—”

“it won’t do anything anyway.” your boyfriend snuggled into you and rubs his face under your shoulder. you two laid in silence and after a couple of beats you speak up.

“I miss him too y’know.” you say, just above a whisper. you adjusted to put your arm under his head and turn yourself to face him. he nods his face into your neck.

satoru breathes in deeply and holds it in his chest. he releases it shakily. he doesn’t inhale until a couple beats and then he holds it and shakily releases it again. you rest your chin on the crown of his head, met with the comforting scent of his haircare. you think of what to say next, but gave up to hold satoru tighter.

“he’s gone now. because of me.” satoru whispers. your heart shatters and you freeze. suddenly all the memories of you, shoko, satoru and suguru from high school flows into your brain. you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. you wrap your hand around his head to bring him closer—an attempt to somehow share this burden.

you feel satoru swallow and he sighs. his breathing gets deeper with each breath, and you notice them getting more hasty. your heart sank to your stomach.

“satoru…” you start. he curls into you, knees shifting up against your thigh and finally, the tension breaks.

satoru sobs. he hugs you tighter and you feel tears welling up in your own eyes.

your mind went blank. you knew there was nothing you could say to comfort your boyfriend. this was the first time you’ve seen him cry in thirteen years. you felt as if your heart was squeezed. satoru was sobbing against your neck and you wanted nothing but to at least take some of his pain.

you listened to satoru sob and you closed your eyes. you held him, hoping the pressure comforts him. it was difficult as he’s almost twice your size, but nothing else felt right.

you knew satoru wasn’t only referring to killing suguru two weeks ago. he had told you how he was too weak to plead his best friend ten years ago to stay—that the two of them could make this all right. that the two of them could’ve corrected the system. he believed he could’ve prevented everything if only he was strong enough to do something so mundane compared to his battles. why couldn’t he have just… spoke?

satoru’s sobs leveled off. he went back to hasty breathing. you felt his tears on your pillow now and shoulder, but you couldn’t care less. all you wanted was for satoru to stop carrying his pain alone.

you kiss the top of his head and your own tears start to flow. “it’s okay, satoru.”

after a moment he pulls away from you and sits up, looking down at his lap. you stared at his slumped shoulders and he tried to steady his breathing. you sat up too and scooted up to turn your body to face him.

you held your hand to his cheek. he looked at you and looked back down. “it’s okay.”

he let out a shaky breath and you wiped his tears. his face was warm to the touch. he started a word, but he sighed and shook his head. you leaned in and hugged him. it was more for you than for him.

to say this broke your heart was too much of an understatement. you wondered how many times he’d cried alone. just because he was pinned to be “the strongest.” the title leaked into his life outside of his power. for a second you hated the world. you hated everyone at the school; yaga, shoko, nanami… your head felt hot with rage at how they could let that happen— how they could let satoru bear so much alone.

satoru looks down when you pull away, hiding his face. your hands rest on his shoulders and you kiss the top of his head again. “it’s okay.”

he coughs twice. you get up to get him a glass of water and he finishes it in three gulps.

“do you want to talk about it?”

satoru swallows and sighs outward. “I had to review the report. And testify as a witness. Yaga came and they let me off easy.” you sit down at the edge of the bed to listen.

“I just—“ he stutters. “that’s it.” you’re glad he’s calmed down. he finally looks up at you, still struggling to hold eye contact. it must feel weird for him to cry in front of you. his eyes were wet and red, along with his nose. his brows furrowed and he looks down again.

“I’m really sorry you had to relive that. those higher ups don’t understand your relationship. but it’s okay to think about it once in a while—and mourn.” you tell him.

“yeah…I know, it’s just hard.” he sniffled.

“I know.” you sigh. you pat his head and he rests it on your shoulder. you hug him again. the two of you make your way back to your previous position laying down, and you flipped your pillow. satoru scoffs amusingly, after which you expected a clever remark to come but it doesn’t.

“could you…” he hesitates.

“yeah?”

“could you… stay tomorrow?” satoru huffs into your shoulder.

“of course.”

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[ambiguouslady42]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff (some suggestive content), Heavy Angst, No Comfort.

Synopsis: The summer of 2018 is exciting and new with your summer love, but summer doesn't last forever. The events are written in the past tense.

Tags: @hayatoseyepatch, @awkwardchick87, @peachsukii, @jellyfishart, @pixelcafe-network

Note: The events in this are canon to the manga (Post-Shibuya), so spoilers ahead if you haven't read ahead or finished the series. This is my way of coping with the end of the series. I did cry writing this, but it was helpful. The concept came about after listening to Fleetwood Mac

I didn't mean to love you, I didn't think it would work out

Summer was busy that year in 2018. You were dealing with curses left and right, but you didn’t complain. You saw it as a reason to travel all over the country and deal with the nuisances that were manifesting from everyday people. You knew it wasn’t pleasant to deal with this kind of work and it was life and death, but you always tried to look at the positives. It was hard to be optimistic in this line of work, but a certain person had caught your heart, Satoru Gojo 

That summer, you were either alone or teaming up with other Jujutsu sorcerers. Sometimes you would chaperone the students from Jujutsu Tech to their missions and stood outside as they tackled the mission on your own. You always reminded them to be careful and you knew you’d intervene at any given moment. One night, you were asked to pair up with Gojo. You at first were baffled because he didn’t need any help to take care of any missions. However, you were there just to make sure he didn’t cause that much damage. The stakes were up when the search for the missing finger belonging to the King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, went missing. You felt silly at first listening to Gojo when he told you that you should come along with him to try the kikufuku while he sent Megumi to find the finger himself. Before you could intervene to tag along with Megumi instead, he had teleported you to the stand. 

You felt dizzy from being teleported, but he was there to catch your fall. This further made your resolve difficult to keep your cool around him You fought with yourself that you needed to be there to support Megumi, but this tall and gorgeous man teleported him with you, maybe he might’ve felt something too? You have never tried kikufuku so that made Gojo more determined for you to try it. After he purchased it, he decided that he was going to give you the first bite. 

“I can take that and take the bite myself!”, you say, with your cheeks turning red. As far as you remember.

“Woman, you never tried it. I should be the one giving the lady her first bite.” He said with that shit-eating grin. 

“No! I can do it by myself!” you pushed back but suddenly you were laughing so loudly. 

“It’s really cute when you laugh, you know that?”, he told you. 

Gojo had removed his blindfold to get a good look at you. Turning bright red, you looked at him. He looked at you as if he was gazing into your soul. Did he know that you had feelings for him? Your heart beat so quickly for him. The first moment that you developed feelings for him was when you saw his display of cockiness. The more he would call others “weak” would irk you, but somehow that further attracted you to him. 

You had only heard the stories of how he developed his curse technique, particularly how he learned the Hollow Purple. You knew that from the moment he learned this technique, he was considered “the strongest”. You had never seen him use his technique, but you knew you were in good hands with him if anything were to happen. When his best friend Suguru defected, he maintained a friendly, goofy façade, but somehow, you knew that it would be difficult for him to be close to anyone. You sensed at times that there was a loneliness to him when you saw him walking around with his students. The worst kind of loneliness is the one where you’re surrounded by others, but you still feel alone. 

“Gojo?” 

“It’s Satoru, but, yes?” that smile he gave you was always so reassuring 

“As annoyed as I am that you brought me here, thanks for letting me see a little part of you”, you returned the smile to him. 

There was a comfortable silence. You felt that this was the moment you could tell him that you harboured a crush on him, but before you could, he got a phone call from the higher-ups. There was no update on the search for Sukuna’s finger, so they were getting antsy and desperate to know if it was found at all. Before you could ask what that was about, he held you close to him as he teleported you. He got word from Megumi that he was at a high school trying to intercept the cursed object. When you arrived at the scene, you saw Megumi who was battered up. You also notice another boy with pink hair in front of him. 

Gojo began to laugh at Megumi and took pictures of him. “I’ll show the second years how battered up you are!”, with that annoying laugh. You were too shocked to laugh, but you loved hearing his laugh. It was comforting to hear, but extremely inappropriate for a time like this. When Gojo inquired where the finger was, the pink-haired boy mentioned that he had eaten it. You were in shock while Gojo just said “really?” At that moment Gojo asked if the boy could switch with Sukuna at will, to which he said yes. You witnessed Gojo getting ready to try to take on the boy who had just become Sukuna. You went to check on Megumi while witnessing the spar between the two. A part of you felt that you couldn’t worry about him; he’d win, right? When you heard Gojo counting down from 10, the pink-haired boy passed out. 

“Was that necessary?” you asked Gojo.

Gojo turns to look at Megumi and asks what he would want for the pink-haired boy. Megumi expressed that he would like for the boy to live.

“Leave it me!” Gojo said cheerfully.

Something in your stomach began to sink. You didn’t know if this was a good idea, but this was an innocent life, and at this point, you knew that you’d do anything to keep him alive too. 

You learned that the boy’s name was Yuji Itadori. When you learned from Gojo that he agreed to be Sukuna’s vessel you felt your mouth drop. You were conflicted with placing that kind of task on a young boy, but also with the fact that this boy may die. It didn’t seem fair in your eyes for someone that young to bear the responsibility of being a vessel to the King of Curses. You glared at Gojo, but in the end, it was futile. Unfortunately, this was the best way for Yuji to have some kind of fulfilling life. Your eyes got glassy, and Gojo saw that it wasn’t a good time to make jokes or make an effort to annoy you. He understood that this was a moment of vulnerability and you were letting him see it. In this moment, Gojo embraced you. You felt safe in his arms, but this was the difficult reality for Yuji, whose future you felt uncertain for. 

As you looked up at Gojo, he had removed his blindfold for you. In the way that you displayed vulnerability and tears coming out of your ears, he looked at you and there was an understanding of what you were feeling. Before you could utter a word, he planted a soft kiss on your lips. When the kiss was broken, you looked at him again. You initiated the second kiss, but this time with a desire that you were yearning for. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he held you closer. It felt inappropriate to do this right now, but this was comforting and he was your comfort at the end of today. 

“What now?” you asked him as you wiped your tears.

“Well, let’s just take it one day at a time,” he responded.

From that night, you became almost inseparable. You both had your teaching duties, but both of you would find a way to sneak around to kiss. The kissing soon wasn’t enough; it escalated into sleepovers. Each night, he held you close to his heart. You fell asleep to the beating of his heart; it was calming. You enjoyed the nights when he would kiss your head and sneak a kiss to your nose; he found it the most adorable (of course, you hated it when he did that because you didn’t like the feeling). Nevertheless, you indulged him.

That summer was hectic. Your Gojo had just taken on a new task of being a protector to Yuji Itadori, the vessel to the King of Curses. You got to meet Yuji and you liked having him as a student. You slowly began to spar with the student to prepare him for the upcoming missions he would be thrown into. You were a witness to Yuji’s close combat skills and he had you matched. You didn’t feel like you had to worry about him.

Then the worst happened. You got the dreaded phone call, that Yuji had passed. You were upset, and you couldn’t fathom how your blue-eyed treasure was feeling. You mourned with your students, particularly Megumi and Nobara. You did your best to offer any support. Although, you noticed that Gojo began to behave differently; his cheerful demeanour came back rather suddenly, despite the passing of a student. Whenever you wanted to go to the basement to create your movie nights, he quickly interjected you and told you that he would rent out a movie theatre for you and get the films you wanted to watch. You thought he was ridiculous to spend such a grandiose amount of money, but he said that you deserved it. 

Soon you felt that he was hiding something from you. There was a tension in the air; not one where you thought you would make a grand romantic gesture, but one where you wanted to make a declaration of hate. When you confronted him, he told you there was absolutely nothing to worry about. He took your hand and kissed it. The worries melted instantly whenever you felt his lips on your wrists and hands. You quickly hugged him, but you couldn’t remove the anxiety that he was keeping a secret from you. 

One day, you decided to try to sneak downstairs to his basement while Gojo was out on a mission. You were able to hear the television playing in the background. If you didn’t know better, it was a Lord of the Rings movie. Before you could approach any further, you heard the familiar voice:

“Come on, Yuji. I’m taking you out!” you heard Gojo say excitedly.

“Great, where are we going?!” Yuji said excitedly.

Right before you could reach the basement entrance, suddenly everyone was gone. Was it just your imagination? That’s impossible, you know what you heard. You never teleported with him, but you know that he’s capable of doing it. You waited in the basement that evening to see if they would teleport back to the same spot. You sat there next to a cursed doll. The cursed doll didn’t move and when it did, one evil glared towards it and it pretended it couldn’t move. You sat there angrily; you know you’ve been lied to. You fell asleep waiting for their return. 

“Did you see that?!” Gojo said excitedly.

“I did! I’m sorry I let them get away though.” Yuji said dejectedly.

The voices woke you from your slumber. The two of them didn’t notice that you were asleep. The moment you got up, they stood frozen and silent. Rather than make a scene, you decide it’s best to walk away. Yuji is alive, but why couldn’t he just tell you that he was okay?

“Babe, wait.” Gojo reached out to you.

“Not tonight,” you said coldly. 

You went upstairs to the bedroom that you were sharing with him. It was reasonable to be upset over something like this. Why couldn’t he just be honest with you?  

“Babe, I know I should’ve told you, but I had to play this close to the chest. If you were in my position, you would do the same thing,” he said in the gentlest tone. 

You began to process the words. Would you have been able to keep a lie this big from your partner? Would you be able to keep a lie like this to your students? You’d do anything in a situation to keep your students safe. You’re not one to lie, but if you needed to do it, you would if it didn’t hurt anybody. Except, you were hurt by this. 

“Just don’t lie to me again. I wouldn’t be able to bear it.” The words became muffled as you buried yourself into Satoru’s chest. He held you tighter as if he thought you were going to leave him. You weren’t planning to leave him this time because the truth was, you were already in love with him. However, what you couldn’t figure out was if love was enough to keep you together. 

The Exchange Event took place not long after. Megumi and Nobara were just as upset about finding out that Yuji was still alive. They were more upset with Yuji who couldn’t just tell them the moment he had come back to life. You kept your distance as you witnessed the reunion. You remained hopeful that the three could remain together as friends. It was a corny thought, but they’re young and deserve to be with each other. You didn’t notice Satoru looking at you from the distance, but he also hoped that the trio would stay together too. However, he wondered if you and him would also stand the test of time. 

Despite the anxieties that you and Satoru had, you took it a day at a time. After the exchange event, you hadn’t spent time together. One morning you woke up together and he said he had a surprise. When you prompted him what he should wear, he reassured you that you’d look cute in anything. You chose a dress that would match his eyes. It was hot that day. You were imagining a day in the city. The next thing you know, he was holding you closely and you were teleported to Yamanakako. The field of flowers facing Mt. Fuji was a sight to see. He held you close as you walked by the flower park. You felt safe in this moment and you wanted this exact moment to never end. 

“I hope you’re here to stay, Satoru”, you whispered to him. 

“I hope you never have to go”, the hold he had on you got tigther.

“Never let me go, Satoru”

“I’ll try not to.” He planted a kiss on your head. 

Unfortunately, Shibuya tested the grounds of whatever relationship you had with Satoru. There was never a formality between you and him. You both were comfortable in knowing whatever this was. You knew that you were in love with him, and as far as you knew, there was love coming from him. You knew he loved you in some way, but there is a stark difference between being in love with someone and loving someone. When the seals made their appearance on that fateful night, you were with Satoru before he made his way into the subway station. You had a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. You held his hand to keep him from going any further.

“Wait, I have a really bad feeling about this.” you expressed with so much worry.

“Babe, relax, I’m the strongest after all.”  in that cocky tone, as always.

“Listen to me, I just know that this isn’t something…” Before you could finish, you received an urgent call that you were needed in another part of Shibuya. The urgency made you feel that whatever concern you had would have to come second. 

“I have to go, I’m needed elsewhere. Promise me you’ll come back.” you looked at him, pleading with your eyes that he’d be safe.

Rather than respond in that cocky manner, he picked you up and held you in his arms for as long as he could. The kiss that he then planted made all the chaos disappear around you. It was the second to last time you would ever kiss him like this again. 

“I’ll be back, babe. I promise” he said excitedly, with that grin on his face.

“Okay, Satoru. I love you.” you looked at him, with tears in your eyes.

As he walked away, he turned around, “I love you too.”

The moment you learned that he was sealed, you wanted the world underneath you to crumble and take you. However, the good news was that he was so strong that his seal remained on the ground of that station where he ventured off without you. You were hopeful that he would be unsealed soon, but that night turned out to be one of the worst nights of your life. 

You lost your comrades in battle, people did die during the evening. Sukuna took over Yuji’s body and there was just so much destruction. You didn’t resent Yuji or blame him for the events that took place. He had no control of the situation, you thought. There was nothing that could’ve been done to prevent it. To this day, you would never want Yuji to die. He deserved to live. Unfortunately, after the event, Jujustu society didn’t believe and Yuji was to be executed. Meanwhile, your Satoru was still sealed in the prison realm, and he had been exiled. Anyone caught trying to unseal him would be considered a traitor. You didn’t care. 

The days felt empty. You had to continue teaching as if it were business as usual. You missed the way he would laugh. You missed how you two would communicate in between classes. You yearned to feel him close to you. Going home was difficult because he wasn’t there. You knew the moment the door closed, he wouldn’t be there to follow after you. You held his pillow closely every single night and wished for his return. Although, you were not alone in your resolve to bring him back. 

With some help from others, Satoru Gojo was unsealed. He was determined to kill Kenjaku, but Sukuna himself prevented him from doing so. When you realized the lengths he would go to try to defeat his enemies, you started to feel as if he was drifting away from you. 

Something about him coming out of his seal seemed different. Whenever you looked at him, there was a certain bloodlust to him. He wasn’t going to hurt you, but he wanted to harm others. He wanted to start with the higher-ups and execute all of them. As hard as you tried to convince him that there was no point in killing others, he didn’t listen. He chose to end the lives of those above him. You were at a loss for what he was capable of. The person you knew was becoming lost. You realized in that moment that you had begun mourning the person who he used to be.  

Rather than hold you close, he would turn his back to you and avoided sleeping altogether. He refused to wear the blindfold after some time. You couldn’t imagine how exhausted he was from using his six eyes constantly. When you tried to hug him, he unintentionally left his limitless on. When he tried to apologize, there was a hint of dishonesty to him. You started to put the pieces together that he could probably never be too careful anymore. The more you tried to get physically close to him, he began saying things like “not now” or “maybe later”. The realization that this was over was a challenging one.

The moment you said, “I think we need to talk”, it’s as if he knew what that conversation was going to be. 

“I love you, Satoru. When you were sealed, I felt like I could wait for you for thousands of years. I’d do it all over again just for you, you’d never have to ask me. You promised me you’d be back, but I feel like a part of you never came back. I feel like you’re pushing me further away and there’s nothing that I can do to bring you back to me.” 

With a defeated look on his face, he grabbed you one last time to plant a kiss. This is the first time in a while that you felt close to him, but you knew this would be your final kiss with him. The tears streamed down your cheeks and there was nothing he could do to make it better. 

“I love you…I think there’s a part of me that always will, but, something did change. It wasn’t you at all. I just think that there’s something bigger than the both of us. I don’t think that love is enough to conquer whatever obstacles we face in this society. You deserve someone ready to be with you, come what may. I can’t be that person for you anymore.” 

As you gasped for air and felt your heart breaking into pieces, you knew this was over. He wasn’t yours anymore. You walked away from him on a quiet afternoon that November. As you get further away from him, you felt his gaze. You stopped to give him one final smile. All you hoped for in the end was that every once in a while he would think about you.

 One thing is certain, he’d never forget about you. You never forgot about him. 

[moonlight-canavalia]

You're Human Too: Ch.1 Just Human Pair: Gojo x F!Reader Summary: After a difficult day, Gojo ends up knocking at your door, internally panicking you take of him. Feelings that have been ignored for years now make come to the surface. CW: Friends to Lovers, Twinge of Angst, Fluff If you'd prefer to read on AO3

He hated feeling weak, hated how every time he tried protecting people he cared about, it backfired. His feet felt heavy, making his way to your apartment. You were the first person that came to his mind after everything was done. Knowing it was late he hoped you were still up. It took him a second to register the feeling of your hands in his. You felt warm and comforting; compared to the cold and bitterness he was feeling. He heard you say his name, but when he tried speaking nothing came out. He couldn’t begin to form words to explain what he was doing there. Looking at you with eyes and face tinged pink, you could tell he’d been crying. Every hair and nerve in your body felt like needles, you felt as if a cold bucket of water was dumped on you. Calling out his name. Gojo looks at you in complete silence. You call out to him again in a much softer tone. But he still doesn’t answer.

You reach for his hands to lead him to the couch, giving him a slight tug signaling for him to follow you. Once he sat down on the couch you do give a quick once over. You don’t see any cuts or bruises on him. “Hey, Satoru, do you mind if I take your jacket off. I want to make sure you’re alright”. He looks at you and gives a small nod. Before thinking you asked “where are your bandages? Do you have your glasses? I don’t want you to over exert yourself. You’re gonna get a headache”. He says nothing, he’s just looking at you, you know there’s something troubling him but you don’t want to pressure him. Grabbing his hands again, you look at them, look up at his arms, neck and face. You try your best to maintain a calm demeanor.

Worry is eating you, your thoughts are getting loud while everything around you both is silent. You just want to take him into your arms and protect him from it all.

You can’t stand not knowing what’s wrong with him. He’s usually so talkative and upbeat. Not wanting to push him to talk if he’s not ready, you grab his hand and lead him to your sofa. “Hey, talk to me when you’re ready and only if you feel comfortable”.

Standing up, you give him a small smile. “Let me get you a glass of water” you make your way to the kitchen. Barely registering the presence behind you, too lost in your own thoughts on what could have happened. Feeling a sudden hand resting on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts. Surprised, you jumped — turning to him.

“Do you mind if I stay the night?” He asks lowly-barely recognizing his voice. He sounds so tired and defeated.

“Of course not, you’ve never asked before no reason to start now.” You smile at him and continue “You have some clothes here. I’ll get them for you; go take a shower”.

He says nothing, making his way to the bathroom.

After taking his spare clothes to the bathroom, you made your way into the kitchen. Thinking maybe a movie night, some snacks will bring some sort of serenity for his uneasy mind. Even if it’s for a short while.

You two have known each other for years, at this point. The trust between the two of you had been built little by little, growing as time went by. Gojo still struggles at times voicing his feelings. Sometimes needing a few minutes alone to gather his thoughts. Only then, can he come to you. His emotions can be caught at a glimpse on his face. There one second and gone the next. The need to always seem carefree and unbothered wining. “I’m the strongest” he always says smiling. Though true his statement, it annoys you and sometimes you want to shake him and yell at him that ‘it’s fine to be fucking tired and needing a break’.

You can see thru his guise, sometimes, late at night, during intimate conversations he lets the mask slip off. When the world is silent and seems still, when it feels like it’s just you two, he lets his humanity and feelings come out and take breath.

Filled with hope, you cross your fingers that tonight turns into one of those rare moments. Your worry keeps growing the more minutes pass by, just wanting your normal Satoru back. Mine you think to yourself. When did I start thinking like that, giving yourself a mental slap. The line between friendship and something more has been getting blurred for a while now. But neither of you have voiced anything about it. So the best thing is to just…keep going with whatever it is you both have going on.

Finishing laying some snacks on your coffee table you hear the bathroom door open. “Perfect timing” you murmur - sitting on the sofa. “Come over here let’s watch a movie” you tell him and loudly tap at the spot beside you - turning around to look at him. Hair still damp from the shower, towel around his neck, black joggers on, you take an involuntary sharp breath. No matter what he wears, he’s always breathtaking. Sometimes it’s envy inducing how effortless gorgeous he is. “What movie is it?” he asks in a curious tone. Snapping back - “It came out a while back but I’ve heard it’s good with an interesting twist!” you answer him as he makes his way to sit next to you.

20 minutes into the movie he speaks up “I saw this one, the brother isn’t actually dead. She wasted years looking for his “killer” - he air quotes- but he just wanted to escape their family and start a new life where no one knew him” You just stare at him with wide eyes “Satoru, you really have to STOP spoiling movies for me. I’m gonna ban you from watching movies with me if you keep it up.”

He chuckles and shrugs his shoulders “I saved you from the bad acting. Interesting story and twist but poor execution by the actors part. You should thank me.” and he smiles. The nerve this man has to smile after ruining a movie for before it even really started. You have moved away from him to the other end of the sofa and decide to lay down and take out your phone. Giving him the silent treatment…well you were gonna try at least. He’s not one to take silence so easily tho.

Giving you a few minutes “Come on Y/N...it wasn’t that good anyways don’t be mad” he pouts looking at you giving you puppy dog eyes. Lifting your head from where you were resting it a second ago “I wanted to see it. You could have told me you already saw it when you realized.” Now you’re pouting too and he feels a twinge of guilt in his chest just wanting to this be over. “Okay, okay I should have. We can try another one if you want. Is there anything else you wanted to watch?” he asks genuinely. “Nope” you say loudly while dramatically emphasizing the ‘p’ flopping back to where you had been laying before, jerking your body to face the back rest of the sofa, giving your full attention once again to your phone. Lightly kicking at his side making yourself comfortable.

He really does feel bad, but you look so adorable when annoyed that he can’t help wanting to push your buttons sometimes. Gojo really appreciates you putting up with his antics and how genuine you seem to enjoy his presence. Not used to people wanting to be around him for just him; most wanting something done. After they get what they need they cast him to the side until next time. Not minding it anymore since it’s something he’s become accustomed to; you’ve been a breath of fresh air ever since you two met. That’s why he’d crawl to the ends of the world for you if needed. Ask anything of him and he’d do it without a second thought. You have so much power over him and you don’t abuse it; never once taken advantage of it. Truly a gentle soul in this cursed filled world. Caring, sweet and understanding of him. Usually you’re the one to interject in conversations when people try to speak ill of him. Gojo feels undeserving of having someone like you in his life. There’s so much chaos that surrounds his daily life with being the strongest. Tapping one of your ankles to get your attention- you look away from your phone to focus on Gojo for a second and raise your eyebrow. “Mhm?”.

“Are you done ignoring me?” he asks with mild amusement. He just wanted to spend time with you and didn’t want this to stretch out and you two to actually end up irritated with one another. His hand has come up to rest at your calf - squeezing lightly he says “I won’t do it again. Pinky promise.” sticking out his small pinky. Rolling your eyes at him you sit up and make the pinky promise with him. “You better honor it or I’m cutting your pinky off” you tell him in a incisive tone. Gojo almost believes you’re truly mad at him until he hears the melodic sound of your laughter.

“Honestly? I’ll still watch the movie. I’ll just watch it alone some other day. Just wanted to mess around with you a bit. The plot line sounds interesting so I’m still curious.” you speak offhandedly. Laying your head on his shoulder he sinks deeper on the couch fixing his position so you could fit better next to him. Having one arm thrown over your shoulders he feels you adjust yourself too and he’s playing with your hair. Safety is the word he could use to describe what he’s feeling right now, he wouldn’t change it for anything. These moments with you help him push on when needed, always keeping them tucked away for when he needs the pick me up. But today, today was just too overwhelming for Gojo, even the strongest have their moments. That’s how he ended at your door, needing to see you and feel you. Thinking on how to start explaining why he showed up at your doorstep a little over midnight with signs that he’d been crying has him distressed. He doesn’t know how to say that his thoughts got overwhelming, how he wanted a break a moment for him to just be normal and not have so much weight bearing on his shoulders. How with you around could ground himself. You make the world bearable, you know the words to say to help calm the storm within him. He’ll tell you, he will, he just wants to listen to your voice a little more first. But Gojo being Gojo simply asks “why were you up late?” waiting for your answer he just noticed how close you two are. He’s resting his head on top of yours while you’re sat on his lap sideways…and he’s holding you so close to him. As if you’d vanish if he’s not careful. Not sure when or how you two ended up like that, you seem to not mind.

Angling your face to look directly at him “Couldn’t sleep” is your simple answer -adding in a whisper “I could ask the same y’know" brushing your thumb over his cheek in a back and forth motion. Feeling his arms around your waist get a bit tighter, you put your forehead on his and murmur with so much tenderness “I’m sorry, I’m just worried I don’t want to push you to tell me.” Waiting for Gojo to say something, anything really, feels eternal.

“Well” he starts- clearing his throat “I’m tired that’s all. Sometimes I want to destroy it all so I can fix the shit the higher ups have done. They care about power and their own old beliefs.” He hides his face at the crook of your neck and takes a deep breathe, not sure of how else he can continue expressing what he’s feeling.

“Toru” you say - that sweet nickname you gave him always makes his heart speed up a bit. Moving one of your hands to the back of his head and the other one around his shoulder you hold him tight. Knowing words can be difficult for him you think this is the best you’re getting for now. Speaking lowly, words just for him to hear “This world can be hollow and unforgiving, I’ve seen how you keep breaking yourself, going above and beyond for people you don’t even know. People are selfish, curses will come and go. The world continues, no matter how big the joys or sorrows are. It’s okay to admit you’re tired or need a moment to center yourself and focus on you. I sometimes wish I wasn’t a Sorcerer honestly, - you feel Gojo get stiff at this - “I sometimes think about the what if I’d never found out about all of this. It gets tiresome. I’ve seen some unfair things happen and I want to breakdown. But there are also good people and I want a better world for them; even if they don’t know Curses exist and what we go through. BUT I’m also glad I’m a sorcerer. The best thing I’ve gotten out of all of this is the amazing people I’ve met. I met you and I’m grateful for that too. You can be funny some times so you being annoying is bearable” giving his forehead a quick peck.

“I am not annoying I don’t know what you’re talking about” he says and can feel him relax against you. Enjoying the warmth his body radiates you’re grateful he trusts you enough to not have his infinity on around you. Gojo is so touch starved, skin sensitive to any touch, you notice how sometimes he shakes and goosebumps rise on his skin. With simple touches you give him.

You feel the need to reassure him how you’ll always be by his side so you gently grab his face so he can look directly at your eyes - “ I can’t take the pain away, I can’t make the stress go away and I really wish I could do that for you. Just let you stumble in and out of the grace of your power when you need to. I can’t imagine the weight you carry, the pressure you feel. That’s not easy and I can only imagine how you feel at the end of each and every day. You don’t have to be the strongest always, at least not around me. You can let the walls fall away here; when it’s just you and me.” You say with so much sincerity and conviction in your voice he wants to cry. He has made the act of looking unbothered so believable at this point; looking emotionless or detached is something he’s gotten too good at. He needs to ease peoples minds, he doesn’t like making others worry, he’s the chosen one for a reason. Bearing what others can’t. But your words stir something in him. Realizing it’s fine to have this moment for him, to be open to you, to allow himself to have someone to care for and go to. Your arms are his heaven, your existence is the balm his soul has needed, something he knew but has refused to succumb to. Maybe it’s time to make it real, just the idea of you seeing someone else leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. The strongest sorcerer to exist is reduced to a nervous man before you, craving the taste of your lips. If he doesn’t gather the courage now he may never do it.

He whispers your name and it feels as if time has stopped for the both of you, just staring at one another. Gojo moves his hands to hold your face, brushing his lips gently against yours. “I’ve been wanting this, wanting you for such a long time. You don’t even know.” Looking down at your lips, he presses a soft peck. Keeping his lips close he waits for any sign of you wanting to stop, instead you pull him in and deepen the kiss. “Took you long enough, you had me confused for a while” you speak against his lips.

“Lay down for me” Gojo says, his heart is beating erratically, feeling the tip of his ears get hot. ‘Am I blushing’ he’s mentally asking himself. “Toru?” he’s whipped the moment he sees your hair a mess on the couch and cheeks a light shade of pink.

“You’re so pretty” Gojo says as he crawls his way up to your face. Caging your body with his larger one- kissing your neck he speaks in a husky tone “So many nights thinking about you when I’m alone. What I’d do with you how I would do it. You’re so sweet I felt bad after some of my thoughts.”

Your hands find their way to his hair and you pull him towards your lips “S-stop talking”. Feeling his hips pressing down on yours, kiss becoming more desperate, messier with teeth clashing. Pent up feelings finally coming to the surface and being embraced has you both feeling lightheaded. Hands desperately grabbing onto one another; touching any patch of skin possible. The touches felt electrifying, feeling like the first breath of fresh spring air. Neither of you wanted to stop but the burning in your lungs is getting stronger as the need for oxygen grew. You broke away from the kiss first. Taking a shaky breath and looking into his eyes you feel happy, excited now for what comes next for the both of you. You both seem to be lost in thought but suddenly the silence in your living room is replaced by Gojos airy laugh.

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[epickiya722]

"If Gojo and Geto were really best friends, then why didn't Gojo realize there was something wrong with Geto mentally beforehand?"

And then I saw someone said that Satoru and Shoko were probably too selfish or too dense to notice...

A lot some other factors play into Suguru's path to becoming a curse user, but I wouldn't say Shoko and Satoru were "too selfish, too dense".

With Shoko, she was indeed a friend to both Satoru and Suguru. But she wasn't always around, not because she didn't care to be. It was because she couldn't be. She practically had to stay at the school because her Reverse Curse Technique and sharpen that technique.

And it wasn't as if Shoko wouldn't have listened to Suguru because later on in the manga, she makes a comment about Satoru believing he was alone after Suguru left. She says he wasn't alone because she was right there.

Now with Satoru, he isn't dense and I know Satoru is arrogant to some level, but I don't even think he's selfish like that. He did notice something was up with Suguru. He did question him if he was alright and Suguru just told him it was summer heat. Satoru being Suguru's best friend, trusted that answer and probably didn't want to push it any further. I don't think he wanted to bother Suguru, just as much as Suguru probably didn't want to bother anyone else. He never would have thought Suguru would start questioning how things work in the world because the Suguru he knew always cared about others. Why do you think he spazzed out when he learned of what Suguru had done?

We saw the year prior that with Riko was upset about leaving the beach, Satoru suggested they stay longer. So it's not Satoru doesn't notice when someone is feeling some type of way. In fact, around that time, he was growing into being more considerate about others. Suguru deflecting solidified Satoru's change into who he became later down the line.

Also, just like with Shoko, Satoru was separated away from Suguru a lot of the times. He became the strongest and was assigned on more solo missions. The schedules for missions are irregular so they probably couldn't meet like that, let alone at all!

I think what gets me about people pointing fingers at who is to blame for Suguru's downfall is that it's at Satoru and Shoko who are just as much as victims to Jujutsu society and the Higher-Ups as Suguru was.

Even crazier, no one says anything about Yaga who was Suguru's teacher, who blames himself. And I wouldn't say he's at complete fault either given how the Higher-Ups treat him.

Sometimes, I feel like people who blame Satoru and Shoko are just Satoru haters (and maybe to an extend SatoSugu haters and looking for an "excuse" to slander the ship) and people who don't care about female characters.

Same fandom that likes to throw Yuki under the bus as if she directly told Suguru "go kill all non-shamans" in his ear.

Moments before she even appeared in that scene Suguru makes a comment to Yu saying how he's a good judge of character with "then why are you sitting next to me then" (or something along those lines), so he already knew that he (Suguru) was heading down a dark path.

It was just how it was gonna happen and what exactly what bothering him.

Yuki was just trying to have a conversation with him, that's it.

With Satoru and Shoko, they were just kids, too being unfairly used like tools.

Look, Suguru did wrong, but given all that has happened it was indeed going to happen. He was just a kid who at a time believed in doing good.

If, again, anyone should be blamed it's the Higher-Ups who treat those who work under them like garbage.

Who in their right mind sends a damn teenager on solo missions? Let alone one to a village?! With those kind of people?! (Because I don't doubt that the HUs didn't know what kind of people they are if they got word of what was happening. Surely, one of the villagers said something about the twins and blamed them. Two innocent little girls, mind you.)

Like, the HUs are the same people who orchestrated a death mission practically just to kill Yuji and would have also gotten Megumi and Nobara killed, too.

[sugusatosluut]

“Just another casualty”

Suguru Geto x Fem!reader smut

When you started jujutsu high with Satoru and Suguru, you had a blast getting to know them. Catching the train after school, skipping Yaga’s class on Wednesdays, grabbing lunch together during your free hour.. it used to be so much fun until you started to get assigned missions. One mission really got to Suguru though. Protecting the star plasma vessel for Tengen. Even though you tried your best to console Suguru, you couldn’t begin to imagine how the trauma was affecting him, he ultimately uttered his last hurtful words to you which ended your relationship with him.

Today, you and Satoru’s students were lured to see Suguru, who wanted Yuuta Okkotsu all to himself to use against non-sorcerers and of course, take out the strongest himself, Satoru Gojo. On the way to find Yuuta’s student ID, you and Satoru engaged in a private conversation as you watched the students look around.

“It wasn’t on you to make him stay. It was my fault. I should have pushed harder. Tried harder. Suguru was my best friend and I let him down.” Satoru sighed standing next to you.

“It’s not your fault either. Sometimes people are experts at hiding their pain until they think they are utterly alone. Suguru was one of those people. I’m sure Yuki didn’t intend serious malice with what she said to Suguru.. but words have meaning to people who aren’t usually in the right headspace after a lot of trauma. At the end of the day none of us knew he was going to wipe out his entire village. Hurt people, hurt people Satoru.” You spoke softly.

“I know.. I know the two of us could only wish that we were there or could change how things played out, but there’s no use of us beating ourselves up about it. I can only tell you I’m here for you in the way that I should have been from the start. The way we wished we could have been for Suguru.” He gave you a smile while taking your hand in his.

“Thanks Satoru.” You smiled.

“Hey, weird question but were those rumors ever true? The ones about you and Suguru?” He chuckled.

“Oh- y-yeah. They were. I’m a little embarassed but we were very horny teenagers. We may have teased and taunted eachother but underneath all that aggravating banter was quite a lot of sexual tension. That’s why we seemed like good friends after a while.”

“Hmm.. okay. I only bring it up because one time Suguru briefly brought up something called the “jackhammer”..”

“Oh-god Satoru stop right there.” You chuckled at him.

“I’m just curious.” He chuckled back at you.

You decided to whisper to him what it was, Satoru’s face turning a deep red at the description of you and suguru’s ‘jackhammer’ term.

You both were laughing quietly to yourselves as you both heard the haunting voice of Suguru.

“Keeping secrets are we? I thought I knew you better than that y/n.” Suguru smiled

You froze, the last moments you spent together suddenly replaying through your head.

5 years ago

“Suguru-I can’t explain to you how bad this sounds right now. You killed your whole village? Stay where you are I’m coming to you.” You said panicked.

You heard from Yaga, Shoko and Satoru about what he’d done. They knew he’d pick up for you and only want to see you, so they told you the information knowing you’d venture out to see him. Little did you know this would be your last time seeing your boyfriend.

You and Geto had something you’d always dreamed of, you were always very clear and and honest with eachother, but Suguru’s actions really led you into a full fledged panic. You couldn’t believe he’d done something like this. You waited until he opened the door for you, his head tired and barely poking out the crack of the door. His face perked up a bit when he realized it was you. He looked exhausted. The Suguru Geto you knew was always calm, this Suguru that stood before you was something different.

He wasted no time, his kisses flooding your body as he pulled your body close to his warm one, his strong arms holding you flat and tight against his chest. You didn’t dare talk, this was his time right now, he was emotional, he needed comfort and if this was how he wanted to do it, so be it. You would do anything to see him smile or be as happy as he once was again.

Suguru’s long big fingers traced shapes on your back as he placed you on top of him, your bodies on the couch together as he rutted his hips into yours, grinding in a way that had you fully entranced. You couldn’t explain it but his golden brown eyes were so hypnotic and enchanting, all he had to do was ask and you’d be on your knees doing whatever he asked of you. He opened your blouse, his eyes grazing over your facial features before pulling the cup of your laced bra down and attaching his lips to your sensitive nipple. Your moans filled the air, high pitched sounds sounding like music to Suguru’s ears. You couldn’t help but close your eyes as he had one hand on your hip holding you down as he created friction, and the other was gripping your other breast. Suguru was ecstatic, smiling as he sucked harder and groaned with slightly parted lips at how nasty you let him be with you. He eventually had enough of this prolonged clothed friction and stopped himself. You both got up, taking all of your clothes off back to back. You were only in the lace panties as you turned around to face Suguru. Your eyes were hopeful as he smiled at you. The kind of grin he does when he’s content with what’s happening. The closed eyes, the small curve upwards of his lips that don’t dare to show teeth. His long eyelashes made it so hard to resist. He turned back towards the fireplace, then back at you. He gently motioned you back to the couch, your body taking a position in which Suguru now had you sitting, but folded. Your legs sat on his shoulders as his lips placed kisses on your pussy.

He looked up at you with a smirk as he licked a strip up your puffy clit as a small test run. Your small mewls escaping your lips made him grin with satisfaction. He couldn’t wait any longer, slurping and lapping at your hole. He shoved two of his fingers down your throat and the sound of you gagging just released something within him. He stood up, his six foot three inch figure standing over you.

“C’mere.. Get on your knees.” He smirked

You obeyed, because giving Suguru any type of satisfaction was always on your mind. He was taking in the view as he slid his throbbing angry pink tip all over your lips.

“Good girl y/n. So slutty and beautiful just for me.”

You parted your lips slightly.

“Relax your throat, take all of me.”

He slid his cock down your throat at a slow pace, then gripped your head tightly as he fucked your face. The small gagging sounds only making him become more rough as he pulled your head back and forth. He was getting close, you could tell.

“Up bunny.”

He took his placed on the couch, lying on his back. You got on top of him and his cock slid up and down your slit. This was perfect, you were perfect. Suguru didn’t want this to end, but it was far too much for him to ask you to run away with him.

You sunk down on his cock, yelping.

“Y/n, did I hurt you?”

“No, Suguru just keep going I can do it.” You closed your eyes.

“Ride me my little bunny.”

You both were panting, Suguru couldn’t take it anymore as he held your waist tightly. He thrusted up into you and the feeling in your stomach intensified.

“I’m-“

“Me too.” He said. His trusts becoming sloppier and sloppier. Finally, it felt like fireworks as both of you came. Suguru held you tightly before letting you pick your upper body up, still allowing his cock to stay inside you. You caressed his face and he pulled you in for what would ultimately be your final kiss.

He looked ashamed.

“Suguru, what’s on your mind?” You asked. You got up, letting his cock slide out of you. You grabbed a wrobe that he kept for you on the coat hangar.

“Y/n. You’re a non sorcerer.” He sighed.

“Okay.. everybody knows that. What’s your point?” You chuckled. It was a nervous one. You could tell he was serious.

“We can’t do this anymore. We can not keep pretending this will work. In your head, you think we’re perfect— that I can protect you around every bumpy road. You’re a non sorcerer. You rely on special grade weapons and you’ll only get in the way. You’re just another casualty y/n. That’s all you are to me now.”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces, but if this is what Suguru wanted, you’d let him have this last wish.

“okay.. you win.” You smiled weakly at him, tears threatening to fall from your waterline. It really broke his heart I say these awful things to you.

You put your clothes back on before straightening your emotions out. This is the part where you’d walk away for good.

[lxmelle]

Love is the greatest curse of all… Damned if you love and Damned if you don’t.

What does it mean to be Human? It’s an extremely valid question posed by Yuta. Megumi didn’t think they were heroes and felt he had no option but to make personal choices. Yuji wanted his life and death to have some significance and save people. Todo says they have to keep going regardless of tragedy. Sukuna says it’s best to be unattached to all things as they’re all worthless. Gojo had a dream that was largely affected by Geto - about never leaving anyone alone for the new generation.

Is being human, to know love? Regardless of their strength? Kusakabe thinking of Yaga who helped the sister he loved, in her grief over her beloved son. Larue and Miguel with their love for Geto. The kids and their friendships with one another. Gojo, Yuta - knowing the taste of loneliness. Geto, knowing the taste of grief. The underside of love.

Back to stsg for a moment because that’s my unhealthy obsession brainrot

If Geto loved Gojo enough to tell him, he would’ve led him down a bloody path. If Geto loved him enough to leave him, it’d have led him down a lonely path.

If Gojo loved Geto enough to join him, it would’ve led them both down a morally-/societally-disapproving path. If Gojo loved Geto enough to let him go, it would’ve allowed him to go down a lonely path.

Yuta knew the pain of pure innocent love and how it bound Rika to his soul. But in doing so, he granted her the best happiness she ever experienced in her entire existence. Was it because she had meaning? Her overwhelming love for Yuta meant she could kill and hurt others for the sake of love? What a cursed existence even as a spirit. It hurt Yuta.

He loved her enough to desire not to let her go, but this cursed them both. In loving his newfound friends enough, he sacrificed himself and was lucky to survive it and freed the cursed Rika. But this then led him to bear the curse of loving others … in the endless cycle of “you’re Damned if you do, Damned if you don’t”.

Because Yuta loves and empathises, he sees Gojo. Humanity. Compassion. To be able to connect to those above and beneath his feet, in contrast to Hajime and Sukuna who both pursued strength alone. He understood the weight and enormity of love and the sacrifice that comes with it. He saw the impact of being a monster and the only one who was chained to his role despite being able to supposedly do everything, but actually felt like he could do nothing.

Not the things that Gojo really wanted anyway (ugh. The tragedy of his life T_T). He couldn’t spare Geto. Geto didn’t want to be spared and left him to handle it all at Jujutau High while he tried to single-handedly take on Gojo’s role and change the world.

Gojo was left behind. I think his view of their separation morphed over time too. He wanted to change the sorcerer world too, in a different way that wasn’t as drastic.

Maybe at first he wondered if Geto felt left behind in the face of his unparalleled strength, (the strongest, alone), telling Megumi that he should be strong, keep up and not get left behind. After all, he and Geto had that “talk” breakup and he decided to become a teacher to try and save those who wanted to be saved.

As Megumi grew, he had more students, and Yuta came along, it was about the protection of their youth. Just like he had his blue spring that was so precious to him. It was also what Geto gave him and the reason he had to stop and kill Geto, because he encroached on the principles he tried to uphold himself - not to kill young sorcerers. Geto couldn’t completely abandon all of his humanity and kill Yuta and Gojo spared him the continuous suffering and ended his life.

Then, not leaving anyone behind to be lonely. He would see to it that the next generation wouldn’t suffer like he and Geto and Nanami did.

And finally, he wished to catch up to Geto, after being left behind when Geto chose to become a monster himself.

In Buddhism, detachment is sometimes seen as the penultimate “enlightenment”. But it’s ironic because the more one aspires to become enlightened, the more selfish they inherently become. Because, we do not live in isolation. What is the worth of enlightenment?

Gojo’s enlightenment was costly. He was alone as a tool.

Sukuna’s is disastrous. He embodies a twisted form of enlightenment where he sees responding to love as compassionate through killing his opponents.

Yuta’s is now... tragic.

Megumi had tried to choose who to be compassionate towards. He admired those like Tsumiki who were kind, and like Yuji. Kind - as was Geto. And Yuta. Too kind that they would be willing to sell/soil themselves for the sake of who they loved.

Yuji’s compassion as a vessel was also wholly self-sacrificial.

How does one really retain any form of love or compassion in a world like jjk? When loving anything or anyone seems to cost them dearly? Is that the price of humanity? To love is to hurt?

It’s also interesting how Geto, from human origin, focuses on eliminating humans as the source of cursed spirits... and Gojo, from elite sorcerer origin, focuses on eliminating the higher-ups who were the source of twisted rules within the society.

Anyway. Just rambling a little... I’m still trying to process it all. Jjk is some kind of crazy masterpiece.

[imagineanime2022]

Chosen

Ryomen Sukuna X Reader

Word Count: 1413

Requested: Anon

Request: Heyy, love your fics! Could I request a platonic Sukuna x teen reader who Sukuna considers as a daughter? She's in the same class as Yuuji at Jujutsu tech and she has like a terrible relationship with her parents and sometimes talks to Sukuna. Can it be kind of an angst to confort?? Tysmm

Warning: Bad relationship with your parents (not detailed), Sukuna is OOC I tried to stay as true to him as possible but he probably seems a little OOC

You had never been happier to know that Jujutsu Tech had on campus dorms, you had never been happy living at home, you had neve gotten on with your parents, they didn’t see cursed spirits the same way that you did so when you were a child they called you a liar or clumsy or an idiot for things that you would say or do, it caused you to recede into yourself, your cursed technique developing the more time you spent alone until one day Gojo knocked on you door.

Your parents were the ones that opened the door “Hi. I’m a representative from a private school in the city. We've been watching a few candidates from your daughter's school and have decided to offer her a place at our school.” Gojo explained. “Our daughter, are you sure?” Your father asked as you curled forward on your desk trying hard to ignore the conversation that you could hear from your window about it, hoping your homework could keep you busy. “Yes, your daughter (Y/N) (L/N).” Gojo confirmed and your father nodded, your head tuned to the curse that lingered around you because of your ability. “Six eyes!” The shill voice called out as you looked at it before turning back to the window, where you could hear your father inviting the man in, you could hear them coming up the stairs and then your door swung open and you looked at the door waiting for one of them to speak. “(Y/N) this is Satoru Gojo, he wants to talk to you about joining his school in the city.” Your father said, when you didn’t answer he gestured for Gojo to enter the room before walking back down the stairs. “Strange of them to want to leave their daughter with a man that they just met.” Gojo muttered under his breath. “They’ve never cared about me.” You answered with a shug. “So they’ve never believed you when you talked about the little guys that you can see?” Gojo asked. “Never… Why are you asking me that? How do you even know that?” You asked. “Have you ever been able to hurt them?” He asked. “Not on purpose, before when I was little, I was able to root around in their minds but the weaker ones seemed to come out of it confused and now they stick to me like guardians, telling me what little they know. They don’t like you.” You explained and he smirked. “Most of them don’t like me, my family is one of the strongest in the sorcerer's world.” He explained. “They call you six eyes, is that why you wear the blind fold?” You asked. “It is but not for the reason that you're thinking, I don’t actually have six eyes, it’s the name of one of the techniques I use.” He answered. “Are you sick of being stuck here?�� “There’s nowhere else to go.” You answered. “If you choose to come with me, there’s dorms and you’ll get a job straight out of school you’ll never have to come back here unless you want to.” Gojo explained, you had only dreamed of something like this and now that it was offered to you, you didn’t know what to do, you hated where you were now but it was safe a known discomfort, if you were to leave you’d be in a whole new place and you didn’t know if you could go through that.

It was only a week later that you were properly moved into you dom, you met one of you classmates Megumi Fushiguro and a couple days later you met Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki, you all became the first years students a small class of great people who treated you better than your parents ever had. The first time that you met Sukuna was on the first night that you had all been watching a movie, you had all fallen asleep in the communal area. You often had trouble controlling your technique in your sleep, and this was no different, the problem was that you hadn’t even realised what you had done, Sukuna was aware of you long before you were of him.

Sukuna had seen you in his domain a few times before he decided to interact with you, his head leant on his hand as he called out “Hey kid! Are you going to wake up!?” He didn’t move from his throne and he had no idea why he had even woken you. “Where…” You mumbled as you looked around and before you could move he was standing over you. “What are you doing here little sorcerer?” He asked. “I don’t know.” You answered, he smiled as he saw the immediate submission in tone and actions as you looked at the floor below you, if you were disgusted by the liquid you were sitting in you didn’t show it. “Your technique is strong, you know you could tear someone apart if you controlled it properly.” He muttered. “I remember your family in the Heian era, they were worth the respect that they garnered.” “You know my family? Who are you?” You asked. “Knew.” He corrected “they’ve likely changed now, your parents are they able to do what you can?” “No. They hated me for what I could, thought I was crazy.” You answered. “Mmm and you believe them?” He asked with a smirk on his face “they’ve broken you, you need someone to build you up again.” “B-build…” You mumbled as you looked at your hands, he lifted your chin, your eyes glazing over with memories of fights he had with your family. “All you need to do is accept my help.” He offered you a hand, you reached up and took it but before anything else could happen you were shaken from your sleep, eyes falling on Yuji as he smiled. “I thought you were never going to wake up.” He laughed, “We have to get ready, we're going to be late.”

The next couple of weeks were filled with you visiting Sukuna and settling into a relationship much like a surrogate father, he told you stories of the past and helped you understand the technique that you had been given. It was only a little while that it started to scare, both your parents had hurt you and you were scared that it was something that you did. You had stopped sleeping as much, short naps didn’t allow for your technique to take hold but Sukuna noticed your absence the first night that you didn’t show, he wasn’t worried until he started to see you deteriorate though Yuji’s eyes. They were all so wrapped up in themselves that they hadn’t noticed so he’d have to fix it himself. He waited until he was sure that Yuji was sleep before taking control of his body, he easily navigated the dorms, completely silently finding and entering your room, you were sitting on the window seal facing away from him. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” He said and you jumped. “Yuji-” “Not quite.” He smirked as he moved forward, it seemed to dawn on you what was going on. “Sukuna, what are you doing here? This is because I’ve not been to see you, I’m sorry I didn’t-” “Stop talking.” He ordered, he knew that you mind was reeling and the fact that you were so tired but he needed you to calm down, what he wanted was fo you to rest, he told himself that you were too good of an asset to lose to your own mind, but the truth was far deeper than that, he wasn’t ready to admit that. “Sorry.” You said softly looking down. “Stop that, don’t apologise, why are you avoiding me?” He asked. “I just figured that I was bothering you.” you answered “I don’t have anything to offer you in return for everything, I should stop taking from you.” “Have Iever asked for anything, little one?” He asked. “No but-” “I don’t want anything else, you will pay me back in time, your ability is more than enough.” Sukuna answered. “Come on time to rest, you will become stronger and then when I take the world back you will be the only sorcerer left standing, my chosen child.” “Chosen?” You asked. “Of all I have seen you are the best.” He answered. “Now get some rest.” “Okay.” You answered softly.

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[linkspooky]

I agree with a lot of what you say about Gojo and his faults, but I honestly believe that his best chance was fighting alone and the narrative emphases this repeatedly - he was closest to winning with that hollow purple, which would have been impossible if anyone of his allies were there, which was pointed out again. We're told that Gojo said Yuta and Hakari could step in if he got weaker than them too, so I don't see it as his pride exempting this. The narrator also repeatedly emphases the idea of strength leading to isolation so I don't think we're meant to think this is something Gojo could change about himself as long as he was in that position of the sole strongest far above everyone, someone nobody could stand alongside with because they would just bring him down.

That's a really good point anon. You are right it might have been physically impossible by the battle mechanics of Jujutsu Kaisen established in story for Yuta or anyone to have intervened. Kenjaku himself even says Gojo is in his element when he's alone.

However, I have a couple of thought ramblings in response. One, while Yuta is debating on whether or not he should step into the fight with the others Hajime brings up the fact that it's wrong to intervene because this is Gojo's personal fight.

Hajime: Are all this era's sorcerers this clueless? This fight is for Satoru Gojo's sake. Whatever happens it would be wrong to intervene.

Gojo himself says too he'd rather have died on the battlefield then getting old, and Haibara compares him to an old fashioned samurai. So there are fight mechanic reasons that Gojo's better in a fight on his own but on top of that, I think it's in clear that in story Gojo's being punished for the decision to just keep fighting alone. The problem with shonen manga is you have to balance the in world fight mechanics with themes. Sometimes characters win battles because it thematically makes sense for them to win, but the way the in-world fight rules are set up don't support them. Gojo basically makes the same choice he did in Shibuya, go alone to fight the big boss. In story it shouldn't have worked out either way, even if by the in-story rules the way Gojo's ability works makes it difficult for him to fight as a team. The definition of insanity is trying the same thing and expecting a different result.

Gojo's ability the limitless and his domain which is a sure-hit for everyone in the area makes it hard for him to fight with others, but also Gojo's ability the limitless is a metaphor for how he chooses not to let others near him, an ability that makes him literally untouchable.

Of course, the question you're asking is also if Gojo can't help but be isolated from other people due to both all the power he has as the strongest, and the responsibility he carries for all of Jujutsu Society. On one hand yes, the sheer amount of responsibility that Gojo has is something he resents. Gojo says as a child he doesn't care about protecting the weak, and it's confirmed in the databook he still finds protecting weak people a pain as a grown up. It makes sense Gojo born into a role where he has to constantly protect others from curses because they can't protect themselves, might see himself as different from others.

On the other hand I don't think it's inevitable Gojo developed a complex where he sees himself as inherently different from other people and therefore impossible to be understood by them. I think Gojo's just weird. It's a deliberate choice on Gojo's part, because Gojo is a human being with human emotions we're given no indication that he's not by the story. His emotions and perspective might be hard to understand by us because we don't wield that same amount of power, and power does have a tendency to twist perspective but Gojo's not saying that it's hard for us to understand him but that it's impossible and that's just not true.

Because Gojo just made a deliberate decision to consider himself in a category different from other people, and there are characters in fiction and in the story who don't make that decision.

The recent My Adventures with Superman did a good job of reintroducing the character of Clark Kent / Superman to the public, because Superman doesn't have a god or savior complex. THe entire point of Superman is he has all this power but he's also just a normal person that wants to help others.

Lois: Seriously, who is Superman? Clark: Well, maybe he's a nice guy who has powers and just wants to use them to help as many people as he can. Lois: Clark, if you had powers, you'd do that, but I'm not talking about you.

Part of the question the show asks is if it's really that unbelievable that someone with Clark's powers would just want to help other people?

Superman: Please, this man needs your help. Ivo: You ruined me. What's your angle? What's in this for you? Superman: Dr Ivo, look around you. Is it that hard to believe that some people just want to help?

Clark is someone who has all of the strength and power of Gojo, and who even perceives the world Gojo does (super hearing, super sight) yet he doesn't act like Gojo because Gojo is not normal. Clark just considers himself a human, or an immigrant really, and he wants to connect to the other people around him like Lois and Jimmy.

I'd also like to point out that the sort of "survival of the fittest / right of the strong / might makes right" beliefs that Gojo / sorcerer society as a whole believe in just aren't true. Human society would not have advanced as far as it did if humans weren't a social species who went out of their way to take care of their weaker members.

The fact that Clark is able to wield all the power that Gojo has and make the opposite choice of Gojo shows that it's a choice on Gojo's part. Gojo chooses to see himself as different from others and chooses not to connect.

Of course, there's a difference in upbringings which I get to the third part of your question. Gojo is raised as basically the chosen one of his society, Clark is raised by good parents on a farm. It may just be the way that Gojo exists in sorcerer society as the sole pillar holding everything up means that he doesn't really feel the need to self reflect. After all he's always being told that he's the best as he is already. Why would someone who perfectly fits the mould need to evaluate themselves and self-improve.

Gojo may be unable to change partially because he fits the role of Jujutsu Society too perfectly. However, unfortunately for him what Jujutsu Society wants of him is to be a cog. He may be the best weapon, the most powerful weapon, but in the end he's a weapon and weapons aren't capable of change or self reflection or even asked to. At which point I think that matches what I said about Nanami's death, that Nanami may have the best intentions when returning to be a sorcerer but the choice still results in his death because sorcerers die. That's what they do. Gojo says sorcerers is an individual sport and you'll always die alone. The sorcerer system is designed to make an individual exorcise curses over and over again, and extract as much use from that individual as possible until they either break, die, or get old. So in a sense Gojo could also be narratively doomed because he was born, live and died within the system of sorcerers. He can be the best sorcerer in the world but he can't really surpass his fate because sorcerers die that's what they do.

[oddaesthetin]

3:56 am — gojo satoru

fluff

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“you know, i find that you’re actually quite easy to understand,” you muttered out of the blue, enigmatically, not even bothering to spare him a glance, and continued in whatever you were doing.

you saw him straighten up in your periphery,

“and by easy to understand, what do you mean exactly?”

“in a way where i know you prefer ice cream sandwiches more than ice cream cakes. or how your favorite song is shame on me by avicii because you think it reflects your life,” you stood up straight and looked at him for a second, completely ignoring what you were doing as you delved into thinking deeper. “i also know, and you’ll probably deny this, that your favourite flower is red and purple chrysanthemum because you find them vibrant and fluffy.”

the last statement reminding you of that one instance when you saw him get absolutely enticed upon seeing the flower. how he tried to fight off the intrusivity of squeezing them just to see whether they’d remain fluffy or not but failing miserably, and how his eyes got a tint of sadness when he saw the flowers crushed down to pieces. that one instance you see happen time and time again whenever he gets ahold of them.

hearing the last statement made satoru pout. not that you’ve noticed, as you went back to being engrossed in your project.

“i mean, i completely get the rationale behind that. maybe since people think you’re the strongest, or maybe since you grew up silver-spooned, it’s quite unlikely for people to assume that you’re no different at all from the rest. perhaps that thought is what makes it easy for them to separate you so they could look up to you.”

when silence engulfed the place, your eyes immediately went to the white-haired brute at the corner. although there was a distance between where you were both standing, it wasn’t as hard to notice the soft smile playing on his lips.

at the back of his mind, satoru is praying you wouldn’t see how much he cares about this conversation so much. it’s not so often you get to have these kinds of conversations, but when you do, he adorns it dearly. somehow, you always find a new way to tug his heart and mind.

he deliberately tries to fix his shades in an attempt to also hide the softened glaze his eyes bore.

“just because you know my favourite things does not make me easy to understand.” he disagreed, amidst the reddening of both his ears.

like how you get ignorantly confident from time to time, you shook your head as you answered, “but for me, you are. it’s exactly because i know you. and i’ve known you for years now. i’ve noticed your habits…how you think…they’re engraved in my mind.”

how sometimes he says something that’s exactly the opposite of what he’s thinking.

“besides, just because i think you’re easy to understand does not mean you’re not a complex person.”

how he so desperately wants to be normal and yet never wants to give up his ideals that are always adding to his hurt and burden. you saw him move from where he initially was.

“i think that all these is what makes you comforting.”

“i’m comforting?”

you raised your head and finally looked him in the eyes. “yes. to put it in easier words, you’re kinda like a close friend at a bad dinner party.”

satoru laughed. “a close friend at the dinner party, huh? what got me demoted?”

of course, satoru knows what you mean. he’s known you just as much as you’ve known him. and it makes his heart swell hearing you talk about his habits he never thought you’d take time to memorize and analyze because truthfully, no one has made an effort as deep as you did for him. when he’s with you, he feels like a common person. never having to be the strongest. never having to be gojo satoru. when he’s with you, he feels just like…toru. your man, toru.

his life with you is both seeing and being seen. he remembers his younger self— how he was so confident that he had learned everything in this world and there was nothing left for him to learn. just that thought alone made him snicker because oh boy was he so wrong, for being with you helped him discover new things, and grow as a person in many ways than one. he feels like a kid who’s only experienced the world for the first time. a world where being flawed is not a flaw, but a reason to keep loving, without hesitation and reservations. where waking up is not a task, but a choice, because he gets so excited to see your face first things first, converse with you, and do life with you. you’re like the orange to his blue. you may both be at the opposite ends of the spectrum, but you do well at complementing each other.

what you both have is bigger than the world. too complicated to explain but very easy to embrace. it’s a new feeling he’s willing to explore even more.

when he shares a space with you, it’s like the roles have been reversed. instead of him protecting you, it’s you that’s giving him safety. like tonight. he doesn’t know how to explain all this to you without his heart exploding and his words turning gibberish, but he hoped you know. his words may not be as impactful, but he tries his best to show it.

you rolled your eyes at the statement, “it’s just a figure of speech, hun.”

your boyfriend giggled and walked even closer to you. you were about to welcome his stance when he stopped you and turned you around as he wrapped his arms around your body. “yeah, well, even if it’s theoretical, i still would like to be your boyfriend. or husband, even.”

“that’s…not how what i said works, toru.” you replied at his idiocy, stifling a laugh. as he buried his face in your neck, you softly ruffled his hair. as you felt his lips smack a kiss to your neck, a whisper of “i love you” entered your ears.

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