#is there a reason why non-sorcerers can’t know about jujutsu?

[duckiemimi]

the answer to jjk’s issues is therapy and close-knit community, you know,, like idk, caring for one another ig? non-superficial empathy where ppl work together for each other, for the whole?? community effort???

if geto got therapy and had more ppl (adults) looking out for him, then maybe he would’ve stayed. same with other sorcerers, like nanami, like hakari—they might’ve stayed if more ppl looked out for them. if non-sorcerers got therapy and spaces where they could work through their big emotions, maybe curses wouldn’t spawn as often as they do,,like, taking care of each other man, that’s prevention,,the answer is love bro,,shame gojo thinks love is a curse </3 (but, like, dude grew up with that mindset, and then geto made it worse for him, so it’s understandable but,,)

and also the dismantling of the very foundation of the current hierarchical, mechanic, corrupted system, but u could argue that love as a general concept (and this sense of togetherness, of community) could solve that too,,

owh and like if the existence of sorcery was made known, maybe it could be a two-way thing between sorcerers and non-sorcerers, where non-sorcerers work to prevent big uncontrollable emotions,,like geto said, “survival of the weakest. that’s how a society should be. the weak help each other and discourage any who are too strong.” idk just a thought, but maybe they’ve already addressed why non-sorcerers can’t know about jujutsu,,,

[saksukei]

gojo satoru falls for a non sorcerer

masterlist | meh i don't really like this ughhh

in all his life, satoru gojo never thought he'd fall for a non sorcerer.

heck, he didn't even think it was possible. he was on a mission and he had rescued you. as a means of thank you, you promised him that had could always come to your house for a free meal. gojo laughed about it, mentioning something about how it's his duty to help and yet, he shows up anyway.

and when they said that the way to a man's stomach is through his heart, you’ve proved that theory correct. maybe because it's your smile, or the delicious food that you give him, or the fact that he's hopelessly in love with you, he can't help but show up every weekend. (he counts his lucky stars that he didn't give that mission to nanami).

but one day, he shows up without any warning. blindfold off, hands and clothes covered in blood. he knows he shouldn't. he can absolutely go to the infirmary and it won't be an issue, but his feet take him elsewhere.

when you find him on your doorstep, for the first time, you actively realize that gojo satoru is not just some random guy that comes over and eats out the entire contents of your fridge. no, he's much more than that. how you had completely forgotten what he was destined to be, the so called saviour of jujutsu society.

“oh toru,” you mutter as you immediately take him in and sit him down. he doesn't say a word and you don't ask.

you ignore his blue eyes burning through your skin, as you clean his hands with a rag and he lets you.

however, instead of an explanation, he says something you weren't expecting. “m’ sorry for showing up like this. won't happen again.”

“nonsense toru,” you retort. “it’s okay.”

“you can’t even look me in the eye,” he remarks and it stings. he's not entirely wrong, but you can't look him in the eye for a completely different reason.

“i can toru,” you reply, finally meeting his eyes. “what i can't see is you getting hurt.”

he doesn't reply, but he removes a strand of hair from your face. “m’ sorry.” he apologizes again, feeling like he's the worst man in the world for showing up like this. the only thought on his mind is why does he always hurt the people closest to him? the ones he loves the most? is this what it is to be cursed?

“stop apologizing to me,” you say, sternly. “i said it’s okay,” you continue wiping the blood off his hands.

your reply pulls him out of his dilemma. and so, he does something he's never done before. satoru leans slightly forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“can’t help it,” he whispers. “don’t ever want to see you upset.”

“oh? should i consider myself special?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood but his reply throws you off guard.

“of course,” he leans back in his chair. “you’re the only one that has ever had the privilege of being my favorite.”

[waiting-for-a-sunny-day]

“Why not just let Gojo take care of everything himself from now on?”

This reads a bit like a throwaway line from Nanami, but it’s actually a meaningful thing for Gege to insert here.

For context, Nanami asks Geto this question after coming back from the failed mission where Haibara was killed.

This scene is also immediately before Geto's village massacre / defection scenes.

This is the very next set of panels: (It’s the continuation of the thought Geto started above, then cuts to to the mission where he kills the 112 non-sorcerers)

So, what Nanami says to Geto is the last thing we see anyone at Jujutsu high saying to Geto before he makes that final decision to turn away from being a Jujutsu sorcerer.

Geto’s thought about the “mountain of corpses” is the last internal monologue / insight we get into his mental state before defecting.

In Geto’s mind, who is in the hypothetical ‘mountain of corpses' created by Jujutsu society?

- - - - Read more cut - - - -

Let’s start by acknowledging that Nanami’s suggestion to make Gojo handle all the missions actually makes sense, from a strictly pragmatic perspective. (Why let weaker sorcerers die doing something that Gojo could easily handle?)

Even before Gojo learned Reverse Curse / Hollow Purple, he (and Geto) were given the Star Plasma Vessel mission on special request from Tengen. Presumably because they were the strongest sorcerers.

It’s reasonable to assume the higher ups in Jujutsu society have thought about optimizing the mission assignments this way. And, by this point, Gojo is getting sent on missions, alone, without Geto.

But even though he’s the strongest sorcerer, Gojo is not unbeatable. He’s not even as powerful as he’ll become by JJK0+

Here’s what Gojo told Geto just days before the mission where Haibara dies:

So Geto knows that Gojo can’t always run limitless, and he hasn’t perfected domain expansion. Gojo can’t protect himself against poisons.

Geto also already knows what happens when Gojo’s power is overestimated - when he is overworked and spread too thin. Last time that happened, he got stabbed through the chest by Toji.

“Impossible!” is Geto’s reaction, because he’d been lulled into a false sense of security, thinking that Gojo was untouchable.

Nanami suggesting that Gojo handle all the curses is sort of like Toji putting up a bounty for Riko. Each weak assassin wasn’t enough to take Gojo down on their own, but en masse they could distract and wear him down.

The same would be possible with a never ending onslaught of curses to exorcise. Then, all it takes is one mistake before Gojo's corpse is added to the mountain.

Don't get me wrong, Geto had many reasons for defecting, and Nanako, Mimiko, and Riko’s treatment by non-sorcerers were probably the main ones.

But Geto must have also believed that the world he was trying to build for Jujutsu sorcerers was a better, safer world for Gojo, too.

[hauntedhokage]

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Satoru Gojo/F!Reader

you should know better than to make a deal with Mei Mei, because everything comes at a price.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: drugging (aphrodisiac use), manipulation, non-consensual photos and recording, non-sexual slapping, uneven power dynamics, canon typical Mei Mei behavior, unprotected sex, breeding, yan!gojo

notes: some parts of this are intentionally a bit exaggerated because Gojo is a showman, if nothing else. This was also requested in uh....march so dear anon if you're still here I love you and I'm sorry.

There is always a price. Even in the jujutsu world, nothing just happened because of merit. It was all about who you knew and what you could give them in return for helping you out. Never simply receiving because you worked hard and earned it. 

Which is why you knew paying off Mei Mei to support your promotion to grade one was going to end badly. But she was your only in to get the promotion you knew you deserved quickly. Gojo had been an option, but his price was “be a good girl for twenty-four hours” and that would cost you way more than Mei Mei’s negotiated price of five hundred thousand yen just to consider putting you up for promotion. The higher ups hated Gojo anyway, your paperwork would just get “lost” and then you’d have to resubmit multiple times, and Gojo resubmitting paperwork would come at a cost that grew steeper with every re-submission. The cost of doing business with him.

But that came at the price of Mei Mei not being able to supervise your missions that would fall under consideration, the ultimate price being that your final mission for consideration would be performed with Satoru Gojo at your side - and he looked way too happy to be sitting next to you in the car. 

“Ijichi, there was nobody else?” 

“You ask that as if I make the assignments,” the supervisor retorts, and you sit back in your seat as he sighs. “You’ll live. We always persevere.”

“I am right here, y’know,” Gojo interjects, and you sigh as you lean into the door when he scoots closer. “It’ll be like I’m not even there.”

“Impossible,” you mumble, grateful that the car has slowed to a stop meaning you can get out before Gojo is pressed into your side. Personal space didn’t exist for you when he was around, that’s why you did your best to avoid him. 

Like he’s not even there, he says. 

But he certainly enjoyed standing right next to you as you walked through the closed down hotel in search of the curse. His presence was unsettling for a multitude of reasons, the biggest one being that you didn’t like how he looked at you. Always with a stupid little smirk on his face, like he knew something you didn’t, and then there was the fact that he always had something to say about your appearance. New haircut, wearing your jacket a certain way, he even clocked the one time you smelled like someone else’s cologne. You weren’t bold enough to assume that he wanted anything more than to say he’d fucked you, but the way he just kept trying after the first rejection was creepy. But he was Satoru Gojo - the strongest sorcerer - despite any complaints about his conduct, the higher ups wouldn’t be able to actually do anything. The perk of being Satoru Gojo, and the true downside to hating him. 

“Maybe the windows were mistaken?” you consider, poking your head into another open door and seeing nothing of interest. “I can’t sense any cursed energy besides ours. If this truly was a grade one or higher, we’d have felt it by now.”

“I’m not here, so you should feel it.”

“Are you telling me that you sense something I don’t?” His six eyes technique was annoying, he was annoying, so you keep walking even when he stops to go into a different open room. Maybe without him hovering your senses would be cleared enough to tell what he wasn’t telling you about. You just hoped you found it soon, because searching a hotel top to bottom with Gojo over your shoulder was not how you wanted to spend a Friday night. Maybe you’d call Nanami, see if he was going to leave that office building and at least get a drink? Or go to Yaga and see if there was any way you could get sent overseas to keep an ocean between you and Gojo at all times?

You hear movement behind you but pay it no mind, knowing that it was just Gojo pretending to not be near you. The cursed energy was the same, no residuals to be found, so you were going to let your guard stay dropped until you had a true reason to be on guard. Creaks in the floorboards of an old hotel wasn’t reason enough to stress yourself out. 

A rag covering your mouth while an arm snakes around your torso to pull you against a chest and back through a doorway was, however, cause for great distress. This wasn’t a curse attacking you, even high grade curses weren’t smart enough to stage an attack like this - this was Gojo. And he’s too strong for you to truly be able to fight back, the best you can do is kick and flail and hope that his infinity wouldn’t block it given your close proximity to him. Screaming was pointless, since sound wouldn’t escape the veil, but you do manage to wiggle free just as he kicks the door shut. 

The room is a bit blurry, your body feels warm and fuzzy when it certainly should not be, and every time you inhale you’re getting hints of pomegranate - not normal considering everywhere else in the hotel smelled like dust covered up with lemon cleaning solution. You have to get away from him, but there’s only one exit and he’s blocking it. 

“Well damn. It’s supposed to make you more receptive, guess I didn’t use enough,” he mumbles, tossing the rag to the side as you back away from him. “Or maybe there’s a delay? I really should have read the instructions closer.”

“W-what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“To start, this hard on. I get like this whenever you’re around, y'know.” And he’s dropping his pants easily, exposing his lower half while he steps closer to you. “You’re just so cute. Even cuter when you make those angry faces at me, like I don’t know how badly you want me, too.” “You’re delusional.”

“And you’re dripping wet, aren’t you? Maybe it is working? Or do you just want me that badly?”

He’s wrong. You know he’s wrong because you did not have any desire for him in the slightest. Satoru Gojo was an annoyance who gave you the creeps, not someone you were attracted to at all. The bastard drugged you, after all, that’s why you had this reaction. 

“Why are you doing this?”

“You want that promotion, right?” His hand is stroking the bulge in his briefs, and your eyes struggle to stay focused on his as he smirks at you. “This is how you’ll get it. I was a little hurt that you didn’t ask me to put your name forward, though, I had our day all planned out.”

“That’s why I didn't ask you. Mei only wanted money, the lesser evil.”

“And isn’t it funny that paying Mei is how we ended up here?” And he’s got you boxed against the wall, long fingers carefully unbuttoning your jacket as he watches you process the implication of that statement. “Five million is a pretty steep price to take on such a bother that’s supervising an exorcism, but alone time with a sweet little thing like you is pretty priceless.”

And your jacket falls to the floor, your blouse coming undone shortly after while you stand frozen in place. Mei Mei sold you to the highest bidder, knowing damn well you paid her to get out of possibly needing to fuck Gojo to get promoted. Five million. What’s more concerning is that you’re sure Gojo would’ve paid more for this opportunity to get you alone on a mission with a veil separating you from society and Ijichi as the Supervisory Assistant - someone who wouldn’t dare intervene in a mission Gojo was on unless the man himself instructed it. The perfect plan.

“Don’t think you can get all frigid on me, don’t you want to be a grade one sorcerer?”

“You know I do.”

“Then you’d better show me how much.” A firm hand on your shoulder has you sliding down the wall to rest on your knees, nodding at his instruction to be cute about it and pressing your cheek to his covered cock. His phone is pointed down at you, pictures taken before you could even consider slapping it away, but you can only grin and bear it as you nuzzle against his crotch. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you? Wanna show me how badly you want to get promoted?”

“Please,” you whisper, kissing along the bulge until you get to the waistband. Your fingers hook into the elastic, but you wait for Gojo’s nod before starting to pull the fabric down. “But can you not record this?”

“Honey, I need this so we can both remember that even when you’re being mean, you want me. That deep down, for all your posturing, you’re just as eager to take my cock as any random woman off the streets in Tokyo.” 

He’s such a bastard. You’d make this the worst blowjob of his life if he wasn’t your only hope of getting promoted, but you can only sigh in resignation. You weren’t getting what you wanted until he was satisfied, but you didn’t know what would truly satisfy him. He paid five million for this opportunity, what more would he spend to get more from you? Or what “tragic accident” could occur should you choose to be noncompliant? A promotion meant nothing if you weren’t alive to use it. 

“Now be good and look cute while you suck me off, don’t want to have to tell the higher ups you can’t take instruction.

Just don’t bite him, you have to tell yourself as he gently taps your cheek with his cock. He’d probably like it, anyway, which wouldn’t be any kind of fun for you. 

Before he can make any kind of request, you gently take the base of his cock in your hand while sucking the tip into your mouth. The taste of his pre on your tongue makes you want to throw up, but you maintain your composure as you take more of him into your mouth. His hand around your wrist pulls your hand from his length, holding it tightly as his other hand settles atop your head, his phone tossed to the side hopefully for the rest of the Awanight. He says something about testing your endurance just before he pushes his length further into your mouth. A sharp thrust makes you choke, but he gives no reprieve - instead warning you that you’d need to sharpen up that performance if you ever wanted to become a grade one sorcerer and reminding you that this was all so you could get a promotion. 

“Oh, you recovered quickly,” he observes aloud, gently tugging on a couple strands of hair while continuing to keep you still. “Has this pretty mouth been used by someone else? Not like it matters, I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

Fuck him and his confidence, honestly. He’s just rich and untouchable, nothing special. Fucking guy. 

Breathing is your only priority since he’d taken his pleasure into his own hands - that and not biting him or throwing up. Shit, was it hot in here now? Why was it so warm?

It’s supposed to make you more receptive, he’d said, the words bouncing in your head as you feel yourself clench around nothing. The drugs were truly kicking in; your greatest fear of the night being realized in knowing that he’d get your skirt off and realize that you were, in fact, dripping wet. Technically because of him, the artificial assistance simply a footnote in the grander scheme of his memories of the event. 

The way he fucks into your mouth should not make you as wet as you are. But it does, your thighs rubbing together in search of friction you wouldn’t get until he was satisfied with intruding your throat, and you know he’s going to be thrilled when he gets you on that bed to finally get to the main event. 

“Oh, are you ready for me?” he asks, and you curse his damn six eyes technique because he truly missed nothing, but you know better than to lie to him if he had all the control in this situation. It takes all of your strength to nod against around his cock, pulling back to confirm his statement and ask him to fuck you. Playing into his game would make this go faster, and you could go home and scrub your skin while waiting for the results of your promotion mission. 

He’s lifting you effortlessly, carefully dropping you onto the bed and pouncing almost instantly. His fingers play with your soaked cunt for only a few seconds before he’s lining himself up, stretching you out with his thick cock with little regard for your comfort as the recipient. 

“Oh, you feel like heaven, just like I thought you would.” His praise comes out half a whine, and you feel nauseous at just how much pleasure he’s getting from simply pushing into you. Even more nauseous at how eagerly your body allowed the intrusion. “Maybe you’ve got potential to help me breed more little Gojos. Being the only one is a bit lonely, y’know.”

“That’s not part of the deal, Go-fuck!” A slap to your cheek has you stopping, just as he forces the rest of his length in to bottom out, leaving you winded and in different types of pain. 

“You should really use my first name. I think we’re well past formalities and all that cold indifference you tried to maintain.” And he’s setting a brutal pace, leaving you no time to adjust to how he was stretching you out. “C’mon, say it for me. Nice and sweet, now.”

You don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but you also don’t want him to hit you again. This was all about control, a game you had no hope of winning because Gojo was stronger with or without the aphrodisiac, but saying his name was conceding your defeat. 

As if you hadn’t lost the second you’d set foot in this hotel.  

And it slips out when his fingers pinch your clit, a truly pathetic whine of “S-Satrou,” pushing past your lips only to be swallowed by his delighted groan and his mouth covering yours. He would be getting everything he wanted, and your nausea only intensifies before it’s pushed down by the pleasure you begin to feel as he pushes your legs back while praising how good and tight you felt and how he hoped to break your pussy so only he could have it for the rest of your life. This fucking aphrodisiac would make sure of it, and you know he’d keep dosing you to keep you compliant with what he wanted. Satoru Gojo didn’t take no for an answer. 

His pace becomes unbearably slow, you’re not sure if it’s frustrating because of the need bubbling in your core from the aphrodisiac or the fact that you just wanted this to end. Your attempt at meeting his thrusts is met with a shake of his head and a whispered request that you let him take care of you, his words heavy with an intimacy that you didn’t want to have directed at you and hate that you had any reaction to it. To keep you from moving, his large hands grip your thighs to hold them back - also providing him an angle to allow for his thrusts to reach deeper inside your already tormented cunt. The groan that leaves him is almost primal, eyes darkening as he leans in again and forces your legs to your chest. 

“I’m gonna fill you,” he whispers, sending a chill down your spine. “Are you ready?”

You shake your head, knowing you weren’t getting any semblance of a choice but hoping he’d maybe pull out. You also had to hope that Shoko wasn’t in on this, too. Because she would be able to swap anything you might request out for a placebo if Gojo told her to. Bastard had it all mapped out, you were sure. 

“Satoru, please, you can’t-”

You’re cut off by his groan, your cunt being flooded by the sheer amount of his cum that makes your body feel impossibly hotter while he tilts your body back more, tears rolling down your cheeks that have him grinning before resting his head on the pillow against yours. And you lie there with your thighs pushed back and his hands holding you in place, his breathing heavy and hot against your ear. His hips pressed flush against yours, every other moment pulling back a bit only to push himself back in, a pleasured sigh leaving him every so often and fanning your cheek with his hot breath.  

“You did so well. So good for me, darling,” he purrs into your ear, carefully nipping at your lobe before trailing a line of kisses down your neck. “Ijichi is bound to start getting suspicious, so I can’t keep you here all night. But let's get dinner and drinks after we file your report, then you can come to my place and we’ll continue this assessment of your skills so I can comfortably approve your promotion.”

He knows what he’s doing. With your limbs easily pinned down, his cock still snugly plugged in your cunt, you couldn’t go anywhere unless he allowed it - and he wouldn’t allow it until he got the answer he wanted. The answer you desperately didn’t want to give because you wanted to be anywhere but by his side. But you nod anyway, teary eyes meeting his hopeful gaze as you whisper, “I’d really like that, Satoru.”

“I knew you would. Gotta thank Mei for giving me a pretty little girlfriend.”

[yuesya]

Suguru frowns. 

“Gakuganji-gakucho. What do you think you’re doing?” In front of him, the aged principal of the Kyoto jujutsu school tenses. And for good reason –the ire of a Special Grade sorcerer is not something to take lightly, and Suguru does not appreciate the old man attempting to kill Yaga. Who was looking rather decidedly beaten and battered at the moment; if Suguru hadn’t arrived just in the nick of time, then he’d be dead. 

Just the thought of it sends a cold chill down his spine.

“… What are you doing here, Geto?” 

Suguru pauses. His old teacher’s voice is… strange. And not strange as in ‘surprised,’ which would only be reasonable given that Suguru had pretty much suddenly appeared out of thin air here, after solving the puzzle of that complex eightfold imprisoning barrier he’d been trapped in. He hadn’t expected there to be a teleportation mechanism built into the exit, either.

No, Yaga-gakucho’s voice sounds hostile towards him, which makes absolutely no sense. Also, ‘Geto?’ Why is Yaga-gakucho calling him ‘Geto’ and not ‘Suguru’ as he usually does? Why does he look at Suguru as if he’s an enemy? He’d literally just saved his life!

“What do you mean, ‘why are you here?’” Suguru gives his old teacher an unimpressed look. “I’m one of your teachers, where else would I be? Satoru would’ve driven you up the wall a long time ago if I wasn’t here to rein him in.”

Silence. The look that Yaga-gakucho gives him –Suguru can’t quite put his finger on it, but something about it feels wrong, wrong, wrong.

“What’s your angle here?” Yaga-gakucho scowls. “Stop lying. We know what you did at Shibuya! How long are you going to play obtuse?”

Suguru rears back, startled by the vehemence in the older man’s voice. But at the same time, “What do you mean, Shibuya? I’ve been in America for the past two weeks! You were the one who handed the assignment to me!”

“What?”

“What?”

Another silence. This one is much more awkward than the previous, however, and also blatantly ringed with confusion for all parties involved. Even Gakuganji-gakucho.

... It takes awhile to sort things out. Apparently, Suguru hadn’t just teleported back to Japan when he’d solved that puzzle barrier. He’d been fucking teleported to a parallel reality, and the sheer sideways angle of everything here was absolutely mind-boggling. Firstly, he was apparently dead –but also not, because some thousand year-old curse user had hijacked his corpse? Also, the Geto Suguru of this world had gone off his rocker as a third year student and intended to massacre all non-sorcerers in the world in order to create a world without curses, which, just. What??

“Why would they ever do that?” he asks, completely flabbergasted… and just a touch morbidly curious.

Because Amanai had died. Which had then led to the Suguru of this world questioning the worth of non-sorcerers and the purpose of sorcerers –and then, madness.

… In what world was that possible? Zenin Toji had gotten past the terrifying combination of Satoru and Shiki? How?

Suguru frowns pensively. “Amanai Riko is the teacher for second year students in my world. After the mission in our second year, she rejected the merger at the end, and the Tokyo school accepted her as a new student. She traveled with Tsukumo-san for a few years after graduating, then came back to take up a teaching post.”

“I… see.” There’s a complicated note in Yaga-gakucho’s voice, accompanied by something else that’s just slightly wistful. Clearly, he had his own regrets over how that mission to protect the Star Plasma Vessel went in this world. 

Suguru rubs at his forehead. This world… things are currently an utter mess. And Satoru and Shiki were sealed? How? It boggled the mind –Satoru alone was already unstoppable, and together with his sister the two were invincible. Or at least, the closest approximation to invincible that there was. However, from another perspective, it also painted the current situation in a grim light. They were really in some dire straits.

Good thing that Suguru was here to help, and hopefully he’d also be able to find a way back to his own reality where everything made sense, at the end of this mess.

“You know the students are probably going to attack you on sight, right?”

Suguru waves his hand, “It’ll be fine, Yaga-gakucho. I’m a teacher, I can deal with a few enthusiastic students.”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Could i request prompt number 3 with Suguru? Probably in which she’s a sorcerer with a heavenly restriction, but Suguru starts hating her despite all they went through together?

Ur writing’s great btw!

Thank you love 🖤As you all want to get hurt by Suguru so badly, I made this one extra cruel and long (like literally, it made me cry) Hope you enjoy :)

Us against the world

Pairing: Geto Suguru x reader

Word Count: 4,1k

Synopsis: Suguru and you are inseperable, like ying and yang long before the both of you joined Jujutsu High. Despite you are technically a non-jujutsu sorcerer, you made your way up with him always by your side. Until something changed. Until it wasn't "us against the world" anymore.

Warnings: HURT, mentions of death, language, not proofread yet!

It wasn’t easy for you to see him like that. Suguru Geto is probably the best friend you could have asked for, a true sweetheart. You’ve been friends long before joining Jujutsu High. To be honest, he is the only reason for you being here. Other than Satoru, Shoko or basically everyone else, you aren’t able to produce any curse energy. To be exact, you aren’t even able to feel or see curses.

“I will join you!”

“Don’t be ridiculous (y/n). You aren’t even able to see curses.”

“Where there is a will, there is a way! I can’t let you go alone, Suguru. Life is way too boring without you in it.”

He smiled widely at you, shaking his head in disbelief. He always admired your stubbornness and courage, not afraid of anything in the world. Are you really going to get yourself into trouble because you don’t want to be without him?

“Remember? Us against the world”, you stretch out your pinky finger.

“Us against the world”, he confirms, finger intertwining with yours.

But still, you made your way through Jujutsu High, unstoppable until eventually, you got stopped. The incident with Toji Fushiguro and the decease of Riko Amanai really got to everyone involved, Satoru and especially Suguru fared the worst though. You can tell that he lost some weight and the dark circles under his eyes cause you great concern. He is your best friend, maybe even more than that. But still, you can’t seem to tease out of him what exactly he needs.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

You press yourself next to him on the bench and stick a coke in his face, which he accepts without saying a word.

“As usual I guess.”

“Huh.”

You rest your head against his shoulder, take in his fresh scent. Looks like he just got out of the shower, his hair still messy and a little wet. He puts his arm around you and stares at the ceiling, completely lost in thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

“Do you find it hard being a jujutsu sorcerer, (y/n)?”, he blurts out.

His sudden question catches you off guard. What does he mean, exactly?

“Well, I think I’m not getting paid enough but apart from that…I just love helping people out, I guess. I never thought about it too deeply if I’m being honest”, you mutter.

“To help people who cause curses in the first place”, he comments dryly.

“You mean non-jujutsu sorcerers?”

“Kind of”, he admits.

You lower your head, thoughts racing at his words while you begin to realize what he means. He finds it hard to help non-jujutsu sorcerers? Or does he even think that non-jujutsu sorcerers are the main problem?

“You know that I’m technically a non-jujutsu sorcerer myself, right? If it wasn’t for the lenses and weapons with cursed energy, I wouldn’t be here at Jujutsu High”, you carefully speak out, gaze fixed on his facial expression.

“Yeah, that’s kinda right actually…”, he murmurs more to himself than to you.

“I think it’s the job of the strongest to help the weakest, y’know?”

“Sounds like me, I think I’m gonna throw up”, he comments, a small smile on his face.

All the seriousness from before seems to be gone in the wind. You gift him with a breathtaking smirk, slightly bumping against his shoulder in a playful way. His words still linger through your mind, making you wonder why he even asked you in the first place. Is this what occupies his mind all the time? Maybe you just have to wait until he finally tells you what’s going on inside of him. But until that, you don’t want him to choke on his train of thoughts.

“Don’t think too much, it makes your hair fall out.”

Like you’re air and he can’t breathe he pulls you into his arms desperately, hugging you like never before. Of course you embrace him with open arms, fingers gently stroking his damp hair. God, it feels so incredibly good to be held by him, even though you just have to ask yourself where this sudden outburst of emotion comes from. Does it really matter though? Isn’t it much more important to give him what he needs now?

Gently, he cups your face and rests his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, let the magic sink in. Do you really see him only as a friend? In moments like these that make your knees go weak and your heart pound in your chest, you aren’t so sure about that.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, (y/n)”, he breathes against your lips.

You see nothing but stars, your heart aching in sentimentalism. It was rare for him to reveal his feelings like this to you. After all, your friendship is mostly nonsense, fun and freedom. Serious conversations just didn’t have to happen before.

“Oh Suguru”, is all you are able to get out of your mouth, arms wrapped around his neck.

And then his lips meet yours. Only for a brief moment, as if a gust of wind had brushed them. But still enough to make sparks fly around you and your heart thunder. It wasn’t the first time that he kissed you so tenderly, from time to time you shared a few intimate moment with each other.

But it was the last. ______________________________________________________________

“How could this happen?”, you cry out, head resting against the dead body of no other than Yu Haibara.

“You need to rest now, Nanami”, Suguru’s utters far away.  

Your knees meet the floor, whole body consumed by nothing but pain. He was such a good friend and comrade, it was supposed to be an easy mission. Fuck, he still had so damn much planned, wanted to travel the whole world, help people with his skills. Why? Why on earth did he have to die?

“Come on, (y/n). We should get going.”

You can feel his big hand on your shoulder, a gentle way to tell you that you have to let Yu go. You lift your trembling body off the floor, swaying back and forth in nothing but grief. Suguru wraps his arms around your waist. With one last glance at your beloved friend, you leave Yu to his final rest.

“I-I can’t believe it! He still got so much ahead of him! He didn’t deserve to die! Why do they have to kill us?”

Yu’s passing really got to Suguru, but your sight is absolutely killing him. The way your whole body trembles in grief, your tear-stained, redden cheeks and your choked words. How much he hates seeing you like that, your needless suffering because of curses. Or rather, because of non-jujutsu sorcerers.

No…He shakes his head in disbelief. He can’t allow himself these thoughts. You are a non-jujutsu sorcerer yourself. Hating them means hating you too and Suguru could never in a million years dislike anything about you.

“Just because of these fucking curses…I will exorcise them all. I will fucking kill everyone responsible for this”, you hiss through gritted teeth, face completely eaten up by your rage.

Suguru doesn’t say anything. Instead, he just sits by your side, gaze lingering over your features. Your anger is more than justified. But are the curses really the main problem? Maybe there is an even better solution to stop this madness definite.

“I’ll help you with that. It’s us against the world after all”

His pinky finger meets yours, fingers intertwining with each other. Suguru’s right. You will get through this together. ______________________________________________________________

“(y/n), why are you just standing there? Do something!”, Suguru screams over the constant rumbling around him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. You aren’t wearing your lenses, after all this was supposed to be a fun shopping trip. And to top it off, you have no weapon with cursed energy by hand. To be honest, you are completely fucked and useless.

“I can’t!”, you reply, eyes darting around the area in a despairing attempt to catch a glimpse of the curse Suguru detected earlier.

“Get out of the way then!”

You are completely overwhelmed, too stunned to speak or move. What the fuck are you supposed to do? And why the hell is Suguru screaming at you as if you’re an idiot?

 “(y/n)!”

He moves towards you at breakneck speed, grabs you by the waist and pulls you with him, explosions and rumbling following him on the heel. You have absolutely no idea from what or where he’s running. All you can do is stare into distance and hope that Suguru has everything under control.

After what feels like eternity, he stops in his tracks and lets go of your waist, walking away without saying another word.

“Uh, did you catch it?”, you question.

God, you feel so dumb and awkward and…hurt. The aggressive tone in Suguru’s voice was so unknown, he never spoke this rudely to you. After all, it wasn’t your fault that a simple shopping tour turned out this horribly.

“What does it look like, huh?”, he barks back.

Your heart skips a beat, the urge to burst into tears grows louder and louder. What the hell is going on? Why is he this angry with you? Did you do something wrong? Your hands curl into fists, eyebrows furrowing. No, you did absolutely nothing to deserve this irritation towards you, there is no need to cry.

“Watch how you talk to me, Geto”, you reply with firm voice, eyes darted on his back.

“We both almost died because of you!”, he hollers at you, voice suddenly so loud and treacherous that you flinch.

“I think I misheard, you’ve got to be kidding, right? Because of me!? Isn’t my fault that this stupid curse appeared in my leisure time!”, you shout back and straighten your body.

“You’re just no jujutsu-sorcerer and therefore no more than a burden!”

“So this is how you feel about me? That’s why you’re acting this way?”

You try so desperately to keep your voice firm, to not let him see the way his world smash your soul, but you simply can’t.

“I’m trying my hardest to not act how I feel!”, he cries in frustration.

His words hit you with full force and shatter your heart in an instant. Your fingers begin trembling, tears start to pool your eyes uncontrollably. Is this really how he feels about you? All this time he has been so supportive when it came to you being a jujutsu sorcerer. Suguru was the one who always lifted you up when you doubted yourself. Suguru was the one who trained with you the most. Suguru was the one who told you over and over how proud he was, that you always have to remind yourself of your abilities. And now? Suddenly you became a burden, an obstacle in his way.

You don’t say a word. Instead, you simply turn on your hell and walk away from him, back to Jujutsu High. Over and over you try to aggressively wipe away your falling tears. It’s so stupid to cry about his words. Maybe he’s been so stressed out that he wasn’t able to think straight anymore. Maybe everything is too much for him at the moment. Does it really matter though? Do all of these things justify that he hurt you like that?

Fuck, he never lashed out like that before, especially not in such a personal way. Your feet stomp against the ground, you are gasping for breath.

“(y/n)!”

No, you don’t want to see or hear him right now. This hurts way too fucking bad to just let it slide and fall back into his arms as if nothing ever happened.

“(y/n), stop!”

“Back off, Geto! I don’t want you near me!”, you yell over your shoulder, picking up your pace in an instant.

“Why are you here so early? And what’s up with that grumpy face (y/n)?”

You can’t stand Satoru’s teasing right now. Without even looking at him, you storm past his tall figure into the girl wings, right into your dorm.

“You’re just no jujutsu-sorcerer and therefore no more than a burden!”

Fuck. You throw the container of your lenses across the room, veins pumping in pure anger. This is just not fair. Does he really think he is somehow better than you because you aren’t able to see curses by yourself? Does this make you to a worse jujutsu-sorcerer? You look for support at the edge of the table, fingernails digging into the hard wood while you let your head hang.

What hurts you way more than Suguru denying your abilities is the way he looked at you. God, is eyes were filled with nothing but disgust and anger, a gaze he didn’t even throw at Toji back then. What did you do to deserve this? What changed his affection for you this severely?

“Come on, (y/n), I didn’t mean it like that.”

His voice echoes through the empty corridors as he gently knows on your door. Of course he followed you, he always does. But what else does he have to say?

“I don’t know how I could understand it any other way, Suguru.”

He opens the door, you are unable to move an inch, cheeks puffy and covered in tears. You’re never really that emotional, after all crying doesn’t solve any problems.

All the more it shocks Suguru to see you like this, eyes bloodshot, body trembling and your glistering gaze that is set on the window. He really didn’t mean it. It was never his intention to hurt you with his harsh words. But he just couldn’t hold it back, it felt like something inside him just snapped. In this moment, he saw nothing but the fact that you are a non-jujutsu-sorcerer, completely dependent on his help and assistance. Why did he suddenly get so angry with you? He never lashed out on you like that.

“I feel like I’m not the same anymore. I’ll admit it, a lot of shit got on me. I…don’t know how to explain it, though. It feels like I’m torn on the inside, all of this just doesn’t make any sense to me anymore”, he speaks out with low voice.

You let his words sink in. This is the first time he admitted that the incident with Toji changed and still affected him. You swallow your pride and look at him. His words had nothing to do with you personally. Right now it’s way more important that he finally opens up.

“What exactly doesn’t make sense?”

He seems to stare straight through your eyes with his glossy orbs. It’s at moments like this that make you realize how tired and worn out he actually looks.

“I feel like I’m fighting for the wrong people on the right side. There must be a way to end this madness, but not like now.”

“Suguru.”

You cross the room with quick steps and cup his face.

“Unfortunately there is no simple solution for complex problems. Maybe you need some time off and someone to talk to. The last few months were absolute shit, you must be totally worn out. Just remember I’m with you all the way, okay? Us against the world, y’know?”

You stick out your finger as usual.

“Yeah, whatever. I have to get going, been set on a mission this evening and still need to take a shower. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And with that, he turns around and walks away, your pinky finger hanging in the air. _____________________________________________________________

This can’t be true. The words that reach your ear are straight out of a nightmare, too cruel to be true. Suguru killed innocent people, including his parents?

“Don’t make me laugh man”, you breathe out.

But this isn’t a dumb joke or a nightmare that you can wake up to. Suguru Geto murdered his very own hometown completely – all of them non-jujutsu sorcerers. All you can do is sit on the stairs and stare into distance, pictures of his beaming grin and gorgeous face flooding your mind. Your body feels like falling apart, you can’t remember the last time you ate something or let alone slept an hour or two.

“As jujutsu-sorcerers, it is our job to protect the weaker.”

It’s like he’s a stranger, the shell of your longtime friend. At this point your whole body is numbed by pain, you’ve got no tears left to cry. The last few days without him are like trance, it seems like you’re just existing at this point. It hurts too much to think or let alone talk about. You miss him so much, your best friend that woke you up every morning, made you a cup of tea, beat your ass in multiple training sessions and handmade sushi for the both of you. What happened to that man you used to know?

You want nothing more than to see him, to hear his side of the story. Maybe there was a good reason behind all of it, maybe it was nothing more than an accident.

Then why did he flee?

He didn’t talk with you again on that fateful day when he called you a burden. No pinky promise, no usual hug, no small kiss. He just turned on his heel and walked out.

You should have sensed that something is wrong, he acted so strange that day. But you never expected a loving man like Suguru to turn into a mass murderer on the run.

The ringing of your phone makes you startle, trembling fingers take the call from none other than Satoru.

“He’s here, (y/n). I’ll send you the address. You talk to him.”

Hung up.

You jump up, feeling like you can’t breathe with your heart hammering against your ribcage. This is your chance to finally talk this out, to see your friend again, to get Suguru back.

It isn’t hard to find him, his long black hair sticking out of the crowd like no other. That’s it, the moment you’ve been waiting for since hearing the bloodcurdling news a week ago.

“Think you can just leave without telling me, Suguru?”, you shout above the noise of everyday life.

Your hands begin to tremble. What will happen? How did his conversation with Satoru go? What will he say to you? Your head starts spinning – out of hunger, lack of sleep or thoughts running up and down your head? You can’t tell.

He turns around, looking better than over the last year. Suguru wears his hair out of a bun, the dark circles under his eyes have disappeared completely, it’s like you swapped lives. The smile on his face seems so…pure and honest, making your heart sting in agony.

“(y/n), how you’re doing?”

You ball your hands into fists. He has some nerves, smiling at you as if nothing ever happened.

“Not that good ever since a little bird chirped me that you are a mass murder. What did happen to you, Suguru? What about your morals as a jujutsu-sorcerer?”

“Come on, don’t look at me with those eyes and come here instead.”

You stand still for a moment. After all the things he did, the countless non-jujutsu-sorcerers that lost their lives through his cruel hands, should you follow his invitation?

Your feet start to move on their own. Towards the man you called a friend for so many years, towards the man that held you in his arms until you fell asleep, towards the man that is part of all your memories.

Towards the man you love.

“I just can’t believe it. This didn’t sound like you at all. I’ve known you for so many years. This…This just doesn’t make any sense, Suguru”, you breathe out, gaze desperately searching for a spark of affection in his eyes.

“Oh (y/n), I can imagine that this was very unexpected for you.”

And then he wraps his arms around you, just like he always did. Your heart sinks into your chest, dumb tears start to pool your eyes again. When you heard the news, you were sure that you’ll never be able to hold him again, that your life with him by your side was over forever. Standing with him on this busy street, his arms wrapped around your frame makes your whole body tremble in nothing but relief. You melt into his arms, head resting against his chest. He smells like usual, even though he doesn’t wear his uniform anymore.

“I thought I lost our friendship together…To see you here again, knowing that you still care is just…everything to me”, you reveal, throat burning from all the tears you try to hold back.

Finally everything will be okay. You will return to Jujutsu High with him by your side, you will avert the death sentence that awaits him, he will start therapy to work through his feelings. Yeah, everything is going to be okay as long as Suguru is there.

Us against the world.

“You think I care about you? Cute.”

His words snap you out of your dreaming in an instant, his grip around your body tightens to a point where you feel like your ribcage is going to crack under his force, glossy eyes widen in horror.

“In my world, you are nothing more than a monkey that isn’t even able to see curses. There is no place for you in my life. Mark my words, the next time we meet I’ll kill you without blinking, (y/n).”

He lets go of you, your body instantly sinking to the floor. No, this can’t happen. Did he just call you a monkey? He threatened to kill you. Suguru Geto, your friend of a lifetime, said he will murder you when he sees you again. How is this possible? Your hands cramp into the warm tarmac under you, it feels like he shoved a knife directly into your heart. Does he really…hate you?

“What has become of you? I know you loved me the way I did”, you hiss through gritted teeth, every breath throbbing in your chest.

“And for that I’m deeply ashamed. I recognized it now, though. It isn’t the curses, but the non-jujutsu-sorcerers that are the core of the problem. How could I still like you knowing that, huh? You are a part of the problem after all.”

“You’re a fucking asshole if you think that killing innocent people only because they aren’t jujutsu sorcerers can be justified! You won’t get away with this!”

Despite the pain that echoes through your whole body, you lift yourself off the ground and look him dead in the eye.

“Who’s gonna stop me? You? I could attack you right here and you wouldn’t even be able to notice. Pathetic, weak, useless”, he spits into your face, his gaze holding nothing but untainted revulsion.

“There is no us against the world anymore, you get that?”, his hand grabs your chin roughly before you are able to stop him.

“I fucking hate you, (y/n). You and all the other monkeys on this planet. From now on, you are nothing but a little that insect I trample on. Go on, keep fooling yourself and pretend your actions and your life mean something. You will never be more than a hypocrite. And now get off my sight and remember my words.”

He pushes you away, your back hitting the cold wall just in time before you stumble to the ground. You can’t speak or even breathe anymore, his words repeating themselves over and over in your head as you watch his figure getting lost in the crowd. Silent tears stain your face, your heart feels like it’s going to stop beating at any moment.

Your Suguru, your best friend, your lover.

He hates you. A look in his eyes was enough to be certain of the fact that he holds no affection for you anymore.

“Us against the world”, he said, stretching out his pinky.

“Us against the world.”

“Us against the world”, you mutter to yourself, face scrunching up when a new wave of pain hits you.

You thought you’d grow old with him. Fuck, you even thought you might marry that man someday. All of that, gone in the wind.

That Suguru you knew just a few weeks ago is dead. And a part of you just died with him.

[lotus4kino]

Jealousy — Gojo Satoru X f!reader (angsty)

Contents: flirtatious behavior with others while in a relationship, non-communicative relationship, slight gaslight/manipulation

Today’s Music Recommendation: Is There Someone Else? By The Weeknd

He was a stubborn and self-centered man, the strongest sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

Yes, he was an excellent teacher, an encouraging man, he was most likely to be the ideal person for the most of the students in Jujutsu Tech. But this guy also figured that he can get easy access on anything just because of his angelic appearance. He had a shit load of fan girls who he could play around every time life got boring. He looked good and he knew it.

But you? you are just an ordinary girl from a decent school who is living her ordinary life, no cursed user or anything. you barely understand how these techniques works, why would anyone believe you are dating this attractive man from the Gojo Clan? even a fool would laugh at you for reaching out for something you couldn’t reach.

But you were seriously dating this guy, you were told by your friends that you should be considering yourself as lucky to have the opportunity to be in a relationship with him, but in reality, you supposed it is extremely difficult for you to hold on to that opportunity.

This man, Satoru, only had you as his side chick. You didn’t want to believe it yet the truth was bitter than you expected.

Every time you both got into an argument, he wouldn’t let it slide, instead he would play the victim card even if he was the reason you had to argue. He would act all childish and sulky about it, he had never apologize once because he knew you wouldn’t let him go, he was too precious and worthy for you to let go. he knew you were too overwhelmed by his charming appearance to let go. he knew you were hopelessly in love with him to let go.

but oh boy, he was wrong.

that day..that day when you lost it all, he lost you too.

it was raining heavily that day, you two had been remained silent for a good while now. the tension between you both was extremely intense. you actually didn’t want to talk about it, you were too exhausted to bring it up. but then you heard his phone rang, he picked it up.

“hey ladiess.. what’s up?” he slyly grinned and spoke to the phone, some feminine laughs and chatters were heard from the other side. you sighed in annoyance, you were quite done with this bullshit.

“..yeah I’m currently with a friend right now,..mhm? yeah no problems, drop y’all locations through dm, I’ll let you know when I’m picking you up.” he said, his gaze was turnt towards you before giving you a quick wink. currently that was his proper apology for labeling you as a friend.

beep, he hang up the phone and shoved it into one of his pockets. the rain didn’t seem like it’s going to stop anytime soon.

“Satoru,” you called him out through the harsh sounds of the rainfall.

“Mm?” he playfully hummed,

“let’s break up” you said, a hint of hesitation was heard in your voice as your fingers reached out for the raindrops.

finally those three words managed to escape from the mouth of yours.

“..what?” he let out a sarcastic laugh, “are you mad at me again? I’ve already told you I don’t expect you to come back once you lea-”

“Oh trust me, I decided not to waste my time fighting you over your little female friends.” you sometimes couldn’t even tell if those affectionate words and actions he did in past were just an act.

his face turnt into something serious as his eyes bored in your eyes. “then do it, why are still dating me if you can’t even understand your own boyfriend?”

“there are things called boundaries, Gojo Satoru. I never expect you would be that dense.”

Calling him dense pissed him off, a little. “For how long?”

“come again?”

“How long have you been considering to break up with me?” he looked at you like a lost puppy,

you remained quiet for a second, “I lost my count on days, but it’s certain how I don’t do decisions without thinking about its consequences, it’s for the best.”

“I see.” he mattered, a dark shadow was casted upon his face. you nodded in confirmation, your eyes never leaving the drops of the rain before you. “..i actually don’t want you to, I can promise I would do bette-”

“It’s been the fifth time you’ve been saying this, ‘think I had enough.”

“but what about our date night tomorrow, I’ve already booked a luxurious room for us?” he tried pinpointing his sacrifices for you, knowing you feel guilty every time he did this.

“you can go pick up some extra girls and invite them over if you don’t want it to go waste.” you fixed your posture, pulling the handbag on your shoulder closer to you. “thank you for everything, Satoru. having you was really nice.” a slight sadness appeared on the smile you gave him.

only the sound of the rain could be heard in the background till you clicked your heels and walked away from the white haired man, who watched you disappear in the distance.

But little do you know that he only ever meant to make you jealous, he didn’t mean to push you further away from him.

He expected you to come back to him the following days but you never did.

weeks, months, years.

he waited for you come back but you never did, and you promised yourself that you never will.

Jealousy had boundaries and it is not kinky or hot to have a person feel jealous and insecure about something you did. This could bring you to the point where the person may end up losing interest and worst, leaving you behind.

it is currently 3 am in the morning and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to write down one of my opinions on the things that has been going crazy all over the world. (I apologize if satoru is a bit a ooc, I’m feeling so sleepy that I can’t even double check my mistakes further more.)

[ghost-reader07]

Title: I'd Let the World Burn (Suguru Geto x Yandere Reader)

Description: Junko is a “little” too obsessed and in love with Suguru Geto. No, like literally, it’s crazy, and very concerning. Her way of thinking isn’t normal. Someone get her therapy. But you know what? Same girl. Sometimes it doesn’t hurt to be blinded by love…. Sometimes.

And for reasons, Geto can’t seem to make up his mind...

Chapter 1 (Teaser): Blinded By Love

Suguru Geto looks at the familiar face before him with dangerous eyes. His clothes dripping wet with the scarlet, red color of the blood of the civilians he just killed. It was a chilly, dark night and there was only this person and him in the midst of all those corpses. His long, black hair fluttering slightly, his cold purple eyes as hard as stone, no emotion portrayed in them.

"Junko," He called, his voice mixed with many different, sorrowful emotions such as hatred, but also pain. Junko Ivansia, a friend of his; someone he wasn’t expecting to see right now out of all times. Damn it, why did it have to be now that she showed up? But...maybe this was for the better that she showed up now, before Satoru or Shoko got to her. He wanted her to come with him, and even if she didn’t have any jujutsu, she...was the only non-sorcerer he can't bring himself to hate. He asked himself countless times why it was this one woman, this one non jujutsu user that he couldn’t bring himself to hate. He wanted to, wanted to hate and shame her like all the rest of them, but he just couldn’t in his heart. He didn’t know what it was about her. Was it her eyes, her sarcasm that pissed him off most days, the nonchalant way she went about life? All of the snarky remarks she would often make to him and Satoru? The weird obsession she shared with Satoru about their favorite anime? He didn’t know. But what he did know was that he wanted to bring her with him in that moment. Because as much as he hated those damned non jujutsu users, this woman was the one he couldn’t bring himself to hate.

"Su...Suguru, what...what are you doing? What is...this?! You're covered in blood" Junko takes a pause, gulping in nervousness, her voice falling to just above a hoarse whisper. "Who's...who's blood is that?" She asks him. Geto took slow steps towards the woman before him, his footsteps leaving bloodied prints as he walked past the dead bodies. His eyes, however, were always fixed on her. He stops right in front of her, the distance of only a few steps between the two of them. He looks down at her, trying to discern the emotions on his face.

“It’s their blood,” he says in a cold, nonchalant voice, as if he was talking about nothing more than the weather. He looked down at Junko, his purple eyes staring like a silent, deadly storm. “What… What happened? Everything was okay? I just saw you last week! Now you’re killing people?! Wh…what?” Junko takes a step back, not evening noticing that she did, or that she was starting to corner herself between Geto and a nearby ally wall. He noticed how she unknowingly corned herself against the wall. He chuckled lowly and took a large step forward, now towering above her as his hand slammed against the wall right beside Junko’s head. He leaned his head down, close to her face, his breath making contact with her dark skin.

The smell of blood was strong in the air, even if they were outside. Junko gags a little, the blood from his clothes getting onto hers. What happened to the man she loved? The man who held her heart? Sure, she thought he was a little weird and unhinged, but not like this. Junko always thought Geto was odd when they first met, almost creepy even. The way he would give her odd nasty looks from time to time then go to laughing and smiling at her the next minute. She could tell he didn’t like her much when they first met, but that never deterred her from thinking he was...well hot. He still hung around her, along with Shoko and Satoru, when they happened to meet her on a mission and she unintentionally helped them. Then they all kept running into each other. They became friends eventually. This was her friend. While he may not act like it and even denied it sometimes, they both knew they were. So... what was going on?!

"Oh...okay, it's not okay.... tell me what's not okay. I'm sure we can figure it out" she smiles nervously up at him. Geto snorts through his nose and rolls his eyes. Junko, ever the mediator and problem solver. Always wanting to talk things out. But he could feel his heart ached, hearing her sweet, naive words. How could she say things so easily when he's doing such horrible things? How can she not hate him? Why wasn’t she screaming or panicking at this point? It angered him how little she seemed to feared him in the moment. It didn’t make any sense.

"Idiot," He scoffs, his hand tightening into a fist against the wall. He looked at Junko with eyes full of pain, like a broken boy. "Some things, cannot be figured out." He says, his voice almost a sorrowful whisper. Junko was shaking, she seemed nervous now, he could see that. Yet she still smiled at him like everything was okay, even if she was forcing it. He could tell, it was nothing like her usual bright smile. "Of course they can, anything can be figured out. Sometimes you just have to think. So....come on Geto, you're trapping me between the wall, let me out so we can talk" she says, ‘smiling’.

(A/N: Guys please let me know if you'd like more chapters! This is a teaser/introduction chapter to a several chapter fanfic idea I have for Jujutsu Kaisen 💜. But I'm still unsure if I should go forward with it 😅. I have the more chapters planned and mostly written I just want outside opinions on if I should scrap this idea or not. Thanks so much for your feedback!)

[sailormew4]

Summary: Suguru declared war on Jujutsu Tech, but that night, he was visited by Three Cursed Spirits in the form of people he knew (or would know). He sees the ashes of his past, the growing seeds of the present, and the shadow of the future. Will he learn from this experience to change for the better to save his one and only?

Or Suguru experiences a Christmas Carol the eve before the Night of Hundred Demon.

A Christmas gift for @anqelbean

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The war had now been declared. While Japan had seen Christmas Eve as a romantic holiday, a finale to Valentine’s Day and White Day, Suguru hoped it would now be seen as the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. It could still end up romantic in the end depending on how Satoru reacted. He may hate him for this, but there’s a slim chance Satoru will finally see that all this work from the past decade was for him. A chance for him to finally be relieved of the weight of the world on his shoulders. But the glare, he could sense it behind the wraps, hinted he wouldn’t see it as a gift at all. He would blame Suguru for any pain he felt, even though the real reason was that damn monkey. Fushiguro Toji. 

Suguru sighed watching his girls order crepes. While he tried to teach them about how dangerous and disgusting monkeys were, they loved the products they made - Nanako especially. They sat on a park bench, as they ate their crepes. Nanako chomped on her whipped cream and strawberry crepe while Mimiko nibbled on her vanilla custard and cream one. A few people— monkeys passed by them as he edged away from them. 

Nanako swallowed the last bits of her crepe as she scrolled on her phone, groaning at the depleting battery. She leaned her head against her palm as she observed the non-sorcerers passing by. Her eyes stared at a few couples walking around the park. 

Two young teens (fresh into high school or late middle school) were on a nearby ice rink. The couple tried to hold on to each other, clearly not used to the ice. A nearby friend, he assumed, filmed them happily circling them. On the sideline were two older boys, college-aged, watching them; well, one was glaring at the boy as he fed his, what he assumed, boyfriend. 

Further away was a young teen boy with sunshine blonde hair, more clearly in high school, flirting with a group of girls. Behind him was a group of other teens looking tired at him, especially the teen with glasses. The said bespectacled teen walked over and smacked the boy with a notebook before dragging him away from the group of girls. 

Nanako hummed, turning away as she spied two older men, around Geto-sama’s age, coming out of a shop. The two, one tall and muscular and the other slim and feminine with glasses, came out of the shop arguing about something. They argued to the point their noses touched against each other. Nanako was about to turn away but quietly gasped when the muscular half pecked the other half making him blush deeply. A folding fan appeared in between their faces, clearly one of them was embarrassed. 

“Geto-sama,” called Nanako, making Suguru hum in reply. “Would you ever find someone to date for Christmas Eve?”

Suguru choked at the question, coughing to compose himself. “Whatever do you mean?”

“I mean, you’re a handsome person, Geto-sama. After the Night Parade, a lot of Sorcerers might pop up and join you after seeing your power,” pointed out Nanako. “I hate to break to ya, but Mimiko and I can’t spend every Christmas Eve with you.”

“Why not?” whispered Mimiko, only halfway through her crepe. 

Nanako groaned, “Because, I don’t know about you, but I want to date a powerful Sorcerer one of these days. And if you get rid of all non-sorcerers on Christmas Eve, my dating pool will immediately have the trash taken out, at least in Kyoto.”

Humming in thought, Mimiko looked around the park and stared at two teens in a very heated snowball fight. The short redhead was quick to dodge the incoming snow, but eventually jumped on the way taller teen with black hair and planted a kiss on his cheek yelling about their scores. “I don’t know, dating seems… loud.”

It can be.

Suguru’s certain that if he dated Satoru it would be loud. He would complain about being tired. He would whine about being hungry, but would only take sweets as the acceptable food. He would laugh at the dumbest things like those teens Mimiko watched. 

His life had been pretty silent for the past decade. 

“Christmas Eve should not be seen as romantic,” snapped Suguru, standing from the bench - ready to summon a curse. “Japan already has Valentine’s Day and White Day. Christmas Eve is a Western holiday that infested this country. Even in the West, it’s not seen as romantic. It’s a ‘family’ holiday. Please, like these monkeys know anything about family.”

Nanako and Mimiko shared a look before Nanako asked, “Geto-sama, do you really hate Christmas that much?”

“It’s a meaningless holiday,” replied Suguru, summoning the curse. “Come, girls, let’s head home.”

[just-jordie-things]

(starting a new hc series)

JJK Characters as… *drum roll*

UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISM

!!! Trigger warning for anyone who needs it, don't read further if you're easily triggered by unhealthy coping mechanisms!!!

(Bear with me, this is gonna be long)

1. Substance abuse -> Shoko

I think this goes without saying. Shoko smokes heavily, she is the one with the highest alcohol tolerance and drinks a lot. She does that to cope with every single one of her friends slowly dying away in front of her. And she, as the major doctor/healer in jujutsu society is unable to save any of them. I can’t blame her.

2. Avoidance and denial -> Satoru

This just kinda screams Gojo to me. Satoru had 11 years to stop Suguru during his crusade of killing non-sorcerers. But he didn’t do anything about it. It’s like he totally denied it happening. He avoided it all, he was just as delulu as we all are.

3. Self-harm -> Suguru, Megumi, Yuji

Especially during the time he lost himself, this is 100% Suguru, no one can tell me otherwise. I feel in his search for his way he would have definitely harmed himself, even if only to be able to control one single thing: the pain. I put Megumi on the list too because he strikes me as someone who would hide his depression and breakdowns well. He’d hide it so well that no one suspects anything, but that also means that no one is there when he needs someone, that’s why he’d turn to harm himself, in my opinion. Yuji is on here because of post-Shibuya. I feel especially with all the shit Sukuna pulled, Yuji just wanted something he could control, but he’d also do it as a means to punish himself.

4. Negative self-talk -> Megumi

This goes hand in hand with the previous one. Megumi had to deal with lots of tragedies in his life at a young age. No parents, taken in by a weird-looking white-haired “freak”, having immense inner turmoil especially when his sister fell into a coma, finding a new friend and having him die in front of him. He’s been through a lot and it’s caused him to sometimes blame himself, which then turned into him talking to himself negatively.

5. Emotional eating or binge eating -> Satoru

We all know Gojo has a sweet tooth, which initially started out as a means to stimulate his brain. But what y’all don’t know is that this guy binges whenever he is stressed. He’s an emotional eater. Whenever something’s bothering him he’s buying half the candy store and binging everything. He’s got a fast metabolism and trains a lot, which is why it’s not causing any weight gain. But that boy can eat more candy in a week than other people in a year.

6. Isolation -> Suguru, Satoru, Nanami, Megumi

Suguru, especially during his depressive episodes, isolated himself clearly. But even though he seems happier now that he found his way, sometimes he will still isolate himself, like when he watches the sunset alone with a hundred thoughts in his mind. He’s gotten so used to being alone and isolating himself that he’d never open up, even to close people. There’s only one person he would ever open up to. But the reason he didn’t was because he didn’t want to be seen as a burden. What Suguru doesn’t know is that Satoru developed a habit of isolating himself as well. He doesn’t have much choice. The only people from his friend group who are still around are Shoko and Nanami, both of whom have their own lives and struggles. Shoko was never as close to him as Suguru, and he feels guilty about talking to her about it because, after all, she was there too. Nanami saw Haibara die, he quit Jujutsu Society for years. Even if Satoru tries to be the funny, teasing, and annoying senior, he would never let Nanami inside his mind the same way as he did Suguru. Therefore isolation is his only consolation. Nanami didn’t open up to anyone in his office job, he learned from his jujutsu days that friendships are temporary cause you never know when someone leaves or dies. Even if the risk of dying in an office isn’t nearly as high as the one for sorcerers, he just never opened up to anyone. Megumi is kinda just obvious. The way he almost yells at Gojo for putting Yuji in the room next to him always bothered me. I mean why the hell would it annoy him so much? If Yuji wanted to hang out with him then he’d visit him regardless of where his room is. But Megumi was so against it, I think because he just isolates himself, and if no one is around, he can let out his emotions, which also adds to the self-harm thing.

7. Procrastination -> Yuji, Nobara

I don’t really have an in-depth hc about Yuji on this, he just gives me those kinda lazy procrastinating vibes. Same with Nobara. Out of all of them, these two just strike me as the procrastinating bunch.

8. Overworking -> Nanami, Megumi, maybe Satoru

We all know he hates overtime, but that wouldn’t stop him from overworking himself if there’s something he cannot healthily deal with. We all saw the bags under his eyes when he worked in the office as a salaryman. We all know that’s his go-to unhealthy coping mechanism. Megumi strikes me as the same. I feel that if he doesn’t isolate himself or harm himself, then he will train and overwork himself until exhaustion. Which would lead him to talk bad to himself because he wouldn’t meet some personal goal. Satoru is in there because just like Megumi I have the thought that he would overwork himself with training too much until he’s on the brink of exhaustion. He would never touch paperwork, but training-wise, he’d overwork himself. Also when he was a teenager and was sent out on all those missions alone. He’s the strongest even then, he had the chance to say no, but he said yes cause he overworked himself to deal with Amanai and what happened.

9. Aggression -> Satoru

I wasn’t too sure about it, but I keep remembering the feral Gojo episode and how he obliterated Hanami with sheer cursed energy. His personality changed so drastically in that episode and I feel it showed some of his true colors, not because that’s how he truly is, but because it was an outlet for him to get rid of his anger, frustration, and irritation. He strikes me as someone who, especially when fighting curses, would 100% let out all his buried anger. After Amanai he would let out all his anger and frustration during missions, often causing more damage than necessary while exorcising curses. After Suguru, it was the same thing. Even when told about Suguru’s crimes Satoru was so angry that he balled his fist until he bled.

10. Excessive screen time -> Yuji

This one is definitely Yuji, I mean he loves films and that’s also partly into the procrastination part. If he’s stressed, I feel, he would just put on some movies or binge a TV show just to get himself distraction and stop thinking about something. Partly also think of Satoru for that one.

~ Nanami Flowershop Anon

NONNIE THIS IS TOO GOOOD YOU HAVE GOTTA GET BACK INTO WRITING FULL TIME DUDE !!!! perfect evaluations. heartbreaking, but perfect. i'm blessed to have em in my inbox fr but pls if you ever write more stuff like this i'd love to see you posting and earning a following for it!! you deserve the notes !!

[thepersonperson]

oh i was so wrong (re: dream theory epilogue)

You are adorable anon. I'm putting your theory beneath the cut. Very sorry I wound up misleading you, but it looks like you had a lot of fun. (I held Zero hope on confirmation via the epilogues. BBC Sherlock Secret Good Ending fiasco made me give up quickly.)

"hello legend 🙏

not to be delusional but have you heard that there’s going to be a 16 page epilogue to jujutsu kaisen releasing along with the last two volumes of the manga? i’ve been driving myself crazy with the possibility that the dream theory could actually be real

the only thing we know about the epilogue so far is that it’s focused on nobara, ozawa, uraume, and panda. kind of the most random selection of characters

i’ve been running around in circles trying to come up with a scenario that would require all of these characters (or at least half of them) in the same room but i genuinely can’t come up with anything??

i’m going off of the big assumption that this epilogue will be actually focused on the future, and not a bunch of backstory drops. if i’m wrong, and this is just a bunch of lore, then my whole point is probably moot

the big reason why my best hypothesis is the dream theory so far is because of uraume. IF yuuji did fail, and sukuna won, then uraume would still be alive. the epilogue could likely be from nobara’s pov, focused on the aftermath of the fight. i think it’s safe to say that they wouldn’t have won against sukuna if nobara didn’t wake up in time.

it makes sense that panda is there too, since he was one of the sorcerers that didn’t go out to fight against sukuna. he would also be one of the few left. that only leaves ozawa, and my best guess so far is that she comes to visit yuuji’s grave? it’s rare to have non sorcerers enter jujutsu society, but it is canon that nobara made her and yuuji exchange numbers. she seems like the type to pay her respects to the deceased yk

this is all a very vague and likely incorrect guess but the possibility is still definitely there!!"

[duckiemimi]

i think the core reason why non sorcerers shouldnt know about jujutsu is like geto once said: for their peace of mind. thats why they put up curtains etc etc. jujutsu exists almost entirely as a means to exorcise curses i think if people knew about jujutsu and curses itd bring a lot of anxiety into their lives. do nt know if this can really relate to ur question but remember the scene where nanami goes into a bakery and helps get rid of the curse on the girls shoulder? at first he shows himsepf a little apprehensive to exorcise it because hes afraid to scare her or that shed think hes a creep. so maybe thats another reason? vulgar humans would maybe be creeped out by the fact theres people out there who are different than them and have this special powers. also maybe its put sorcerers in danger? if you bring this perspective into the real world it kind of makes sense, remember when people were burning girls the sole reason being they thought these girls were weird and were accused of being witches? salem for eg. people are afraid of what they don’t understand. this is my perspective of it.

that comparison to the salem witch trials and witch trials in general—ur so right!! sorcerer and witch and shaman are almost all synonymous!! (though i guess depending on culture context, the connotations can be either positive or negative).

yea, i totally get that! and i know geto’s already mentioned it in season 2, too, but i can’t help but feel that the stated reason is insufficient because if non-sorcerers knew about jujutsu, then they (non-sorcerers and sorcerers) can form a somewhat symbiotic relationship, where non-sorcerers can keep each other in check and look out for each other to prevent big, big, big emotions from spawning into curses and as for the ones that do spawn into curses, the sorcerers can take care of that! in exchange, non-sorcerers could…do something for sorcerers (idk, like i’m still fleshing this whole reciprocal relationship out 😭).

but! nevertheless, i imagine involving the people they’re supposed to protect into jujutsu (at least, having them know of its existence) could help a lot! and if jujutsu is a long-standing system, they could’ve done this ages ago! which brings me to my next theory; perhaps at one point in time (maybe around sukuna’s era or even before that), people knew of the existence of jujutsu, but something happened and now secrecy is a rule! idk, but i’d love to know more about the history of jujutsu society!

but let’s talk rules for a second: the memorandum where this rule is in (the rule being article 8 of the memorandum of duty of jujutsu sorcerers) was created by the big three clans for all sorcerers to abide by. since family politic is such a big theme in jjk, i wouldn’t be surprised if they (the big three) created a rule like that (and other rules pertaining hierarchy, chain of commands, punishments, etc.) to set the status quo and make sure they stay in power.

and since two of the clans aren’t in power anymore (the zenin clan being nonexistent and the kamo clan losing their head, hehe), that would leave only the gojo clan. gojo wants the current system to topple over, so i’m curious to see how a new system will be implemented!! what’s a post-hierarchical jujutsu world gonna look like? how is it gonna work? i’m excited to see gege explore this concept, a realization of allies!!

anyway, sorry for the long-winded ramble and thank u for ur insight!! i’m glad they’re using the anime to add more info so everything ties in together cohesively!!

[silkscream]

dissolve

ੈ✩ synopsis: the strongest jujutsu sorcerer can't handle his substances. you have to deal with it. (or, how satoru copes with accidentally taking yuuji's edibles)

ੈ✩ cw: smut (minors dni), unprotected sex, high sex, mating press, clingy!gojo, like annoying as fuck clingy, alcohol consumption, best friends to lovers, reader is described as small (compared to satoru)

ੈ✩ wc: 4.2k

ੈ✩ a/n: i just wanted to write clingy gojo honestly. also imagining him high is the funniest shit ever

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hm?”

Satoru raises his eyebrows at you, resembling a dopey puppy, which isn’t far off from how he usually looks at you. However, there’s something particularly… different about him tonight.

For starters, he can’t pay attention to a goddamn thing you’re saying. While he does this often when he’s around Yaga or Utahime or any of the higher-ups, he usually makes the point to listen to you. Quite frankly, he normally looks at you so intently when you speak that you have to look away.

And sure, he’s looking at you intently now, but not with attention. No, the starry look in his eyes makes him look like he’s in a completely other world. At the moment, he’s zoned out staring at your lips.

“I know you enjoy staring at me but you look like you aren’t even there, Gojo,” you snap.

He shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink — non-alcoholic cider that you’d brought him because god (and everyone who’s known him) knows he can’t handle his liquor.

“What? Your pretty face is off limits for me to look at, now? That’s like condemning me for having eyes.”

You chuckle, shoving him gently. You soften when you realize that his Infinity is off for you.

“You’re a loser.”

“Nuh-uh. Could a loser be the strongest?”

Satoru stretches like a cat, his long limbs taking up a majority of the couch. To your dismay, he doesn’t mind taking up as much space as he wants, even if it means he’s sprawled all over your smaller frame.

“Maybe. The strongest can also be bitchless.”

“Yet you’re here,” he grins.

“What did you just call me?”

He mumbles something unintelligible as you shift to attempt to maintain comfort, but Satoru makes it difficult with his position. He’s resorted to clinging to your body, head pressed to your shoulder and arms wrapped around your middle as his legs spread across your lap.

“You’re more obnoxious than usual,” you snort. “Did I accidentally get you the alcoholic cider?”

He mumbles again, his response slurred. It doesn’t help that his face is smushed against your neck.

“Gojo.”

“Told you to call me Satoru,” he whine. “You call Shoko by her first name.”

He looks up at you with a pout, his blue eyes blown out wide. Even though he’s grown into his body over the years, having increased in muscle mass and most definitely in height, his face still retains the same youthfulness it had when he was seventeen. You find it the most endearing thing about him, aside from the fact that it’s one thing that makes you weak.

“Yeah, because Shoko is my best friend.”

You feel guilty for laughing at the way Satoru’s face falls. He’s being even more childish now, pawing at your body with his large hands.

“You’re sooooo mean to me, it’s not fair. You’re my best friend, you know. Can’t believe you’re so cruel to the man who loves you.”

“What?”

“It's true. You know you’re my favorite.”

“Okay, you have to be drunk,” you sigh, attempting to untangle yourself from his grasp, but the hold he has on you is as tight as a leash.

“Mmmm no, but I do feel all… fuzzy.”

His voice is saccharine as you feel his breath fan over your jaw. He’s slumped into your body again, not letting you move as he nearly straddles you.

“Satoru—”

“Ah, that’s my girl.” He gives you a sloppy grin and holds your face in his hand, squishing your cheeks like he used to when you were teenagers. Another annoying habit you found endearing, but only because it was him. There was no reasoning with Satoru when it came to physical boundaries.

You squirm in his grasp, trying desperately not to succumb. There are often moments like these — especially when you’re tipsy — where Satoru is just a little bit more handsy with you than usual. A hand on your thigh easing higher than it should. Fingers combing through your hair absentmindedly. His cheeks are flushed as he smiles at you. Did you actually fuck up and get the wrong cider for him? After two or three beers, the fluttery feeling in your stomach is starting to catch your attention in a way you dread.

“Satoru, what’s the matter with you?”

“You’re so soft. Do you use… what’s it called? That snail stuff,” Satoru mumbles as he strokes your cheek. “It’s like, cum, right? Heard Nobara talking about it. She was sooo mad when I said I didn’t have a skincare routine—”

“Satoru!”

You take his wrists in your hands and shake him, leaning away so you can look at his face with it being buried into your shoulder. He blinks at you like a wild animal, then relaxes with eyes half-lidded.

“You’re so pretty.”

You narrow your eyes, releasing his wrists so you can hold your hands to his cheeks. His Infinity is still off — he lets you squish his cheeks, stretch his skin, and rub the soft tip of his nose as he simply stares at you.

“Are you fucking high?”

“Oh. Maybe. Did you fight some kind of aphrodisiac curse before you came over?”

“What?” Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at that. Satoru has always been blunt, often inappropriately, but he’s never been as forward as this. He usually chooses to flirt by teasing, and even then, you’re sure that he revels in toying with his prey until they give in first.

“Sorry. TMI?”

“Satoru, did you smoke before I got here?”

“No, I just had dinner with the kids. Unless you roofied my cider. I’m flattered, honestly, but if you wanted to fuck me so badly, you could’ve just asked–”

“I did not fucking drug you!”

“Huh,” he muses. He plays with your fingers, tapping his fingertips to yours.

“Oh! I had some of Yuuji’s candy that he left here,” he cocks his head to the side, puppy-like again as he contemplates. “Honestly his fault because he knows how much I like sweets. They were these cute little gummy bears.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Do you still have them, Satoru?”

“I mean, I threw away the bag since I finished them all.”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

You look at him incredulously.

“You cannot possibly be this stupid,” you mutter. “How many did you take?”

“Four… five? Yeah, five. Tops.”

“I feel like you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not!”

“You’re fucking stoned! I should be putting you to bed.”

“Only if you come,” he whines, clutching you and resting his chin on top of your head. Jesus, why was he so… long?

You didn’t realize that after you’d let go of him, he’d settled his hands back to your body again. It’s a ridiculous position — this tall man straddling your lap with his hands on your waist. You can barely move, let alone breathe. You hate the warmth that seeps into you, the sudden yearning igniting a fire in your stomach.

“Satoru, I really think you should go to bed.”

“Okay, we can go to bed,” he chuckles, ruffling your hair.

“You’re gonna have to get off of me, y’know.”

“Oh, yeah.”

You mirror Satoru as he gets to his feet, though you reach for your coat that’s thrown on the back of the armchair next to the couch. It’s a surprise to you that he holds you back, reflexes still cat-like despite how inebriated he is.

“Where are you going?”

You look up at him and he’s pouting again.

“I should probably get home.”

“No! I thought you were staying. You said you would.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Well, you’re drunk, aren’t you? You should stay with me,” Satoru coos, wrapping his arms around your waist again.

With him towering over your back, you can feel his warm breath as he crouches down to nuzzle your neck with his nose. The act of it makes you shiver. Warmth pools to your core at his embrace, especially when you realize that you’d already been aroused from the moment he’d been in your lap.

He’s like this often — touchy. This is what you tell yourself because even in your intoxicated state, you couldn’t believe that Satoru wanted you. You had known him for years, knew that he was the strongest, and because of that, he preferred to be alone. You knew that he refused to fall in love, and there was no exception regardless of how he looked at you. Regardless of how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around you.

You also know that he has the magnetism to draw you in. He always has. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just lay with him and sleep. And fuck, the look in his eyes is pleading when you unravel yourself and turn to face him.

So, against your better judgment, you let him take you by the hand to his bedroom.

“What are you doing?” your voice quivers when you see him undress.

“Hm? Do you wear pants to bed?”

You shrug, choosing to crawl underneath his covers instead. His bed is king-sized, obnoxiously large for his lanky frame, and his sheets are the softest you’ve ever felt. Probably Egyptian cotton if you had to guess. Rich bastard.

You’re smart enough to know better, you swear. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you how Satoru conducts himself in the comfort of his bedroom with his favorite person in his bed. And yet, you gasp lightly when he decides to not get under the covers and sprawl on top of your body, nose once again buried into your neck.

“Satoru,” you hiss. “Are you really going to sleep like this?”

“Oh, you were serious about sleeping?” he flashes you a toothy smile, propping up his head with his elbow. He busies his other hand with running his fingers through your hair.

“You’re so fucking heavy, get off me.”

“You’re being so mean today, baby. I ought to punish you, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“Just indulge me, at least. I haven’t had anyone in my bed in years.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you mutter under your breath, but you’re interrupted by Satoru’s insistence to take up space.

In a huff, he kicks the covers open just so he can feel his skin on yours, and it makes your body much hotter than before. With direct access to you, he’s able to wrap his arms around you, and you can feel… all of him. Especially his length prodding your thigh.

“Have you ever been this high before?” you whisper to him.

“Probably,” he mumbles against your cheek. “And it was probably Shoko’s fault, to be honest. Remember when we tried to get her to quit smoking and she resorted to spliffs?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle.

Satoru is lying, but his gentleness makes you believe him. He is certainly, significantly, excessively higher than the last time he’d smoked with Shoko, which was probably years ago. He also had an inkling as to what kind of “candy” Yuuji had left behind in that nondescript baggie, but he didn’t particularly care about the consequences.

What you don’t know is that Satoru has been trying to keep his composure since the moment you walked through his door, but he can’t fucking help how his hazed state makes him want you more. You’re so alluring, with your bergamot perfume, pretty hair, and annoying sarcasm, which Satoru realizes isn’t annoying at all because you’re the only one who can match his wit.

And it doesn’t help that his attraction to you is fucking amplified when he’s stoned. He’d had to restrain himself from trying to fuck you when you were both on the couch, but now that you’re both cuddling in his bed, he’s a goner.

Every moment he isn’t speaking to you is spent reeling through the possibilities of the night over and over in an endless spiral until your voice breaks him out of it every few minutes.

He adjusts his body so that he isn’t putting too much pressure on your legs, but the subtle friction reminds him of his hard-on, which reminds him how fucking amazing it would be if he could be in between your legs in the way he wants.

Truthfully, he’s thought about it plenty of times before. With the warmth surging through his entire system, every contact he has with your body turns his senses into overdrive. He’s not sure how much longer he can hold it in.

“You know, I think if you weren’t here, I’d probably fall into a very dangerous psychosis and accidentally kill myself trying to recover.” His mind is going a million miles an hour, so he might as well tell you his every thought. It’s honestly a rare sight for you.

“I know. Because you’re an idiot.”

Satoru looks up and props himself up with you in between his elbows. He forgets how small you are compared to him — his body is nearly engulfing yours as it lays on top of you. He wonders how full you’d look with him inside you, how supple you’d be underneath his strong hands—

“Are you feeling okay, though?”

“I could be better.”

“Should I make you tea or something? I don’t know to nurse… excessive amounts of THC.”

Satoru looks at you in an unfathomable way. You think that maybe his high is infectious considering how warm you feel, like an inferno is crawling from your sternum to your stomach just from his presence. Normally, it would disgust you or embarrass you, because the look on his face indicates a kind of wanting, and you highly doubt any prospect of desire from him could be directed towards you.

He’s always been flirty, but he’s always been deadset that relationships were out of the question. From adolescence, you followed that example. It was practical for jujutsu sorcerers, and you have always been more than practical. That’s why you’re lying in Satoru’s bed, right? To take care of him. Nothing more.

The thumping beat in your heart says otherwise. You think it’s calling you selfish.

“I can think of something that would make me feel better,” Satoru rasps.

You know that it’s the weed in his system talking, that it’s materialized into a beast in his body trying to capture you, the damsel that walked into the trap set for her. Unfortunately, in your hazy state, you’re more than delighted to be a victim of it. To know that someone else was willing to sink their teeth into you was enough.

It’s a frenzy once you melt into each other. You aren’t sure who initiates first. It doesn’t matter, because feeling Satoru’s lips on yours is better than any drug you could consume.

It doesn’t take long for his hands to crawl up your skirt, fingertips grazing the front of your underwear. When Satoru feels the wetness in your core, he groans.

“Fuck, ‘m sorry,” he gasps into your mouth.

“No, you aren’t.”

“No, I’m not. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop.”

He’s animalistic in the way he tears off your clothes, slotting himself in your parted legs as his hard cock prods your cunt through his boxers. You want to protest and put him to bed because you know that he’s just horny from the weed, but his teeth on your bottom lip change your mind.

So, you succumb. When your hand reaches to palm his length, the moan against your lips is heaven to your ears.

“Holy fuck, I think I could cum just from you touching my dick.”

“I think that’s the weed.”

“Mm, I think it’s just you,” he murmurs, his voice dripping like honey into your neck as his teeth graze your pulse. With one hand, he pulls your hair so that your head turns away from him, cocked with your neck exposed to him. His other hand is focused on your dripping cunt, collecting your wetness just to push it back in with two digits.

He drinks down your moans with successions of praise and mumbles about how he can’t take it anymore, he has to fuck you, he’s so fucking sensitive.

“Then fuck me,” you breathe, and he wonders briefly if he truly is experiencing psychosis.

You both groan at the feeling of him filling you. You grasp his shoulder tightly as you cry out. Satoru lets out a ragged breath as he stretches you out slowly, head slumped to the cradle of your chest.

“I’m not even all the way in yet, baby,” he chuckles, his voice husky as it descends to a low groan once he fully enters you. “Oh, fuck, you’re tight. And so fucking wet, too.”

You whine his name and it dissolves into his mouth. You taste like everything he’s dreamed of. The taste of apples on his tongue from the cider mixes with the mild booze flavor in your mouth. He licks up your moans and happily swallows them, descending his mouth from your lips to your collarbone.

Satoru is so fucking high, probably peaking at this point, but he’s more than proud of himself for having you crumble beneath him. He wishes that you were as high as he was, honestly, because he’s never felt this euphoric in his life.

His whispers of praise are both sweet and salacious. The sound of him thrusting in and out of your wet cunt is even more lewd, but it’s drowned out by the bliss he brings to your body, the dopamine rush to your head.

“Ah! Satoru–“

“I know, baby, you can take it, can’t you? Fuck, you feel so good.”

You can barely speak, whimpers drowning out his praises. He’s slow in his movements so you can adjust to him because you’re squeezing him so goddamn tight. He’s obsessed with the way you sound when you fall apart for him, kitten-soft whimpers and moans and gasps.

Every nerve ending in Satoru’s body feels like it’s on fire, exacerbated immensely just by the feeling of your hands all over him. Fuck, he doesn’t want to cum so soon. You’re fucking killing him. He thinks this is what addiction might feel like.

You shudder when you feel him deep inside you, pushed to the hilt until he hits a certain pressure in your cunt. He bares his teeth at you when he realizes.

“Yeah? Right there?”

“Y-yeah– oh–”

Satoru fucks like it’s a holy act. It might as well be from the look on his face, reveling at the way you screw your eyes shut and attempt to muffle the moans that fall from your mouth.

“Don’t hold back, I wanna hear you.”

Fuck. Either Satoru was having the best wet dream of his life or you were overflowing with arousal. Regardless, his desperation for you boils over. His thrusts turn rougher, frantic. He’s indulgent with his hands palming your flesh, savoring the stutter of your hips against his.

The sounds of skin on skin, the lewd, wet sounds of your pussy taking all of him – it would make you embarrassed if you weren’t so distracted by how good he made you feel. Your heartbeat races when you feel his teeth on your skin again.

“You’re gonna leave marks,” you whine.

“So what?” he chuckles. “Afraid of letting everyone at the school know you’re mine? They already know, angel, believe me.”

His words make your face hotter. Little did you know that Satoru had claimed you when he’d first met you – everyone knew you were his favorite, besides you. Truthfully, Shoko would never hear the end of it, but you’d always assumed that Satoru was always just like that. You’d never thought he was serious in his flirting with you. You’d never thought you’d be under him like this hearing him pant your name.

He has his hands on the back of your thighs now, nearly folding you in half. He kisses you, open-mouthed and desperate. With your thighs hitched up around his waist, his cock deeper than before, carving out the shape of him into the crux of your pussy.

“Oh my god, Satoru, I’m so close–”

Even in his high state, he’s intent in the way he fucks you. Satoru’s fucked plenty of people before, but he’s never wanted to pleasure someone as much as he wants to pleasure you. He’s thought about it when he’s alone – what your face would look like with his tongue in your pussy, the tears that would spring from your pretty eyes when he fucks you deep. Now, he doesn’t have to imagine, you’re right there in front of him, real and beautiful and so fucking enticing.

“Cum for me,” he moans. “Fuck, you’re so good. Fucking made for me.”

Your moan catches in your throat, and you breathe unsteadily as you ride out your high. This might be the hardest you’ve come… ever. And at the moment, he’s making you fucking cry.

Through blurred vision, Satoru leans down to kiss you, grunting through sloppy thrusts. His head falls into the crook of your shoulder as he clutches you harder, limbs intertwined and closer than ever as the spark in his body nearly detonates.

“Yeah, yeah, cum with me. Please. Such a good fucking girl, huh? Oh, fuck.”

“‘s too much–”

“You can do it, baby. I’m almost there, just gotta– fuck–”

When he comes, he whines with so much need that you’re mesmerized just watching him. With a slackened jaw and parted lips, his pink mouth softly groans your name. He tastes sweet when he kisses you with his frame slumped against you. Your sternum aches with something familiar, a yearning that you don’t let yourself often indulge in.

Satoru kisses you like he doesn’t care for oxygen. Even after your orgasms, he’s stuck on you like glue, limb to limb, mouth to mouth. As if he’s forgotten where you end and he begins.

He’s too busy savoring you that when you lightly push him, he looks up confused like a kitten woken from slumber.

“You’re still inside me,” you giggle.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “I could stay like this forever.”

“I don’t know if I could.”

He sighs as he pulls out of you, chuckling when you let out a tiny moan at the feeling of it. You expect him to get out of bed, but he goes right back to his position on top of you.

“Satoru.”

“Yes?”

“We should clean ourselves up.”

He groans like a child. Like the little shit he is, he reaches down to graze your clit with the tip of his finger, laughing at the way you squirm.

“Not yet. I like looking at you. You’re so pretty after I fuck the shit out of you.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it. Seeing my cum leak out of you like that is kind of turning me on again–”

“Okay, you pervert, we’re showering,” you huff, dragging him by the hand towards the bathroom.

When you’re both under the hot water, he braids your wet hair and litters kisses all over your face and neck. It’s unnervingly sweet, and you’re still trying to untie the knots in your stomach from the fact that your best friend just fucked the shit out of you.

You sigh, closing your eyes as his big hands gently rub soap around your back. He’s surprisingly gentle for someone who had toyed with you so roughly just minutes ago.

“You still high, cowboy?”

“Kind of. Feels more like I got struck by Cupid or something.”

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“Hey, don’t do that,” he whispers into your ear. You shudder when you feel him biting down on your earlobe.

“I didn’t fuck you just because I was high. I mean, that was part of it, but I’ve always wanted you.”

“You have?”

“God, and you’re the one who calls me dense.”

Your head spins when his mouth latches onto your neck. He can’t keep his hands off of you, and of course, you can feel his hardness touching the small of your back.

“Satoru,” you whine. “We’re– wasting water–”

“You think that I, of all people, care about the water bill?”

The vibration of his laugh tickles your wet skin. Keening into his touch, something inside you blossoms with warmth, contrasting the dull ache of wanting that usually weighed down your body. With Satoru, everything feels impossibly light and dizzying. Like his touch alone is a silver lining, a small blessing.

He collects your wet hair, gathers it to cascade down your back, then pulls on it. You gasp in surprise, back arching with your throat exposed. He kisses your neck gently. His eyes are dilated as if he’s peaking from a drug.

“You’re like – what the fuck does he say in Twilight? Heroin. You’re like my own personal brand of heroin.”

“You’re such a freak,” you sigh, eyes fluttering as Satoru sneaks his hand to toy with your clit. “Satoru, are you seriously trying to fuck me again?”

“Obviously.”

“You’re insatiable, Jesus– oh, fuck–”

“I know, baby,” he chuckles. “Remind me to thank Yuuji later.”

“Please don’t talk about your students when your fingers are inside me.”

[brazenlystrong]

He’s amused by the other’s attempts in trying to unravel the secrets of the jujutsu sorcerers and the curses they exorcise. Gojo’s next words flow in the form of a chuckle. “That’s because— you’re not supposed to know about them.” He is laughing on the inside but it’s not going to be as funny when they find out a non-sorcerer with unfamiliar energy can see not just curses but cursed techniques. What’s hilarious to him is that Seto sees them selectively. That brings him back to the memory of the dragon whose aim is to protect and shield the other from harm. Could it have something to do with that? Or is there something more to it?

“The reason why you saw the grade 1 curse that was desperately trying to turn you into its next meal was because— exactly what you just said. Paranoia. You’d have to be in a dire situation in order to see curses. Though, Seto… You didn’t only see the curse, did you? You saw my cursed technique. Now that’s the more interesting part.” He folds his fingers below his chin, humming with a smile.

“That’s not normal. Well, for you. I ran into special cases before. Although, one was physically altered to be able to harness cursed energy. The other uses a weapon infused with cursed energy. I assume you can’t do that. Neither can I sense cursed energy surging through you. Then… Let me tell you.” He lifts his head back up with a little smirk playing on his lips. “I saw something that you might not know about.” He speaks slowly, his measured pace reflecting the weight of the mystery conveyed in his words.

Whelp. He was busted. Should of hid the book away when he did. Oh well, time to hear the lecture from the professional. "I was trying to educate myself about your.. profession. However, none of the information in any of the books I've read came close to, well, anything that you or your students do. In fact, the curses written in these books are more towards voodoo attempts and ghosts."

"Though.. I guess the curses that you fight are sort of spectral? No normal person can see them and I can barely see them as well. I don't know HOW I was managed to when we met; that was the first it ever happened. I guess it left me sort of.. paranoid."

He rests his head against his, only to blow away a few white hairs out of his face. "I don't know. I guess I feel defeated as a normal individual. I think my curiosity is a form of wanting to protect my brother from these things and.. hm. To be honest, Satoru? It reminds me about Atem. How.. weird things would happen all the time whenever he was around."

[rocorambles]

Know Your Place

Pairing: Naoya x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Misogyny, Abuse, Rape/Non-Con, Humiliation, Degradation, Feet Stepping

Summary: You should have known better than to believe that Toji could protect you from the Zenin forever. Once a Zenin woman, always a Zenin woman and Naoya intends to make sure you fully understand that.

Growing up as a female in the Zenin clan means you’re always expected to serve, to look beautiful. Never speak unless requested to. Never look any of the men in the eyes. Obey. Be submissive and demure.

There are thousands of rules and dozens of leering eyes ready to punish you for a single minor infraction. So as much as you hate the life you’ve been born into, you know better than to act out and bring attention to yourself, knowing full well especially now as an adult woman that the price of transgressions are too high to pay.

You’d be incredibly fortunate for the usual heavy backhands Naobito and Ogi Zenin would grace your face with when you were still a minor, for the cruel condescending words Naoya would sneer at you. Those were child’s play compared to what’s in store for you now and you shudder when you remember the images of fellow female servants who had attempted to escape only to be easily captured, clothes stripped and body laid bare for the entire clan to see. You remember the fear that would make you tremble as the men howled in laughter and jeers as they took turns smacking their victim’s ass, pawing and groping her body. You remember sobbing when you were forced to watch as fists, cocks, objects that you thought were far too large were shoved between flailing legs.

But nothing keeps you in line more than the cold dread you’d feel heavy in your chest when you’d be forced to clean out the room of one of your ex-maids, preparing the room for the next poor soul born into a never ending life of servitude. As much as you hate this life, it’s still better than being tied up and forced to be nothing more than a Zenin sex doll, used by every man in the clan until there’s nothing left but an empty husk of skin.

So you keep your head down, ignoring the cruel words and predatory gazes that follow you. You enjoy the few moments you have in the servant quarters alone with your fellow maids, giggling and whispering to each other, pretending that you’re just normal women. Those friendships you form warm your heart and you take solace in the sympathetic glances and warm brief squeezes of hands when a Zenin man is particularly harsh in their treatment of you.

Maybe that’s why you can’t keep your body still when the woman who shares the same room as you accidentally spills hot tea all over Zenin Toji. And despite how terrified you are of Toji’s hulking figure and blood-stained reputation, you throw your body in between him and your friend, creating a feeble physical shield for her from his wrath.

A part of you is together enough to vaguely acknowledge how strange it is that Toji hasn’t roared a single word yet, hasn’t laid a hand on you. But you’re not foolish enough to think this is over and you throw yourself to the floor in a degrading groveling bow, begging him to forgive your friend, to have mercy on the both of you.

You know exactly who Zenin Toji is and you prepare yourself for the feeling of his infamous sword slicing through your neck. What you aren’t prepared for is the way he lets out a boisterous laugh, green eyes glimmering in amusement when he sees the bewildered look on your face as you tentatively peek up at him.

“You’ve got guts. Tell you what. I’ll forgive you and your clumsy friend if you become my personal maid. Deal?”

It’s a rhetorical question and you stiffly nod your head, tears forming in your eyes as you imagine the rest of your life chained to Toji’s bed, stuck in the lair of a beast.

Except your life isn’t anything like you had imagined and you’re stunned when Toji barks at you to go retire to your own room and get some rest so you’re ready to keep up with tomorrow.

Life is...surprisingly normal. Well as normal as it can be in the household of one of the top Jujutsu sorcerer clans in the world. You scowl at Toji as he teasingly throws a pile of sweat stained clothes and towels on top of your head as he walks out of the bath.

“You’re getting a little stronger, little lady. I almost even felt the punch you threw at me in training today.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the slight quirk of your lips and swell of pride at his backhanded compliment.

Toji isn’t anything like the rest of his clan and it goes deeper than just his lack of cursed energy or his supernatural strength. He’s kind. Okay, maybe that’s a stretch, but you genuinely believe he has a good heart. Not once has he ever spoken maliciously to you. Not once has he ever laid a hand even borderline inappropriate or suggestive on you. And sure, you don’t necessarily enjoy doing his dirty laundry, cleaning his room, and making his bed every day and night, but he makes it easy to forget that you’re just a lowly maid.

He talks to you as if you’re his equal, carefully listening to you, acknowledging your points (even if he mocks you when you do say something silly or that he disagrees with). He invites you to eat meals with him. He trains you deeming you too wimpy to last long without at least some basic defense skills. Your time with Toji is one of the few moments of happiness you know and you greedily indulge.

But unknown to you, your new proximity to the black wolf of the Zenin clan has more than one eye looking at you in interest and above all, Zenin Naoya can’t stop fixating on you.

Naoya has always had a strange mix of respect, disdain, and jealousy towards the older man and he can’t help himself from wanting what Toji has, especially when the both of you look so irritatingly happy chattering away with each other as if you have no cares in the world. How dare a lowly Zenin servant look so carefree. How dare curse-less Toji make a mockery of the rest of the clan by living a shame-free life despite how hard they try to humiliate him for it.

Has Naoya ever been happy? Ever been relaxed?

He can’t remember ever laughing as hard as Toji is now in response to something you’ve said or done. He can’t remember smiling so freely like you are as you playfully slap Toji and try to get him to stop teasing you. A green eyed monster slithers inside of him and before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s making his way towards the both of you.

“Aren’t you two as unseemly as usual. I know you don’t care for our clan’s reputation or rules, but really? Parading your slut around so shamelessly? That’s a new low even for you.”

It’s adorable how you scurry away, cowering behind Toji’s broad figure, fear written all over your face. And although Naoya had done this to get under Toji’s skin, he can’t help but wish the older man would storm off and leave you behind in his clutches. He wonders if you’d be this scared and docile underneath him, wonders how tight you’d be while you tremble in fear while he sinks inside of you…

His thoughts are abruptly interrupted as Toji snorts, slinging a muscular arm over your shoulder and dragging you off with him, subtly tucking you safely into his side and away from Naoya’s hungry gaze.

Usually being ignored and dismissed would rile him up more, but as he watches the two of you amble away and sees your innocent and confused face, unsure what had just happened and what’s causing Toji’s strangely touchy behavior, his appetite is whetted and you’re what he’s craving.

What he hadn’t accounted for is how protective Toji is of you. So strange for a man who doesn’t seem to care about anyone except himself. But Naoya supposes that’s just a testament for how good you must be in bed. He can’t think of any other reason why Toji would waste his time and efforts on an insignificant woman like you.

You’re never left alone long enough for him to corner. Just when he sees you by yourself and swoops in to shove you in a spare room, Toji suddenly looms beside you, green eyes sternly pinning Naoya down with a warning. And as much as Naoya would love to rise to the challenge, he knows that he doesn’t stand a chance against Toji, so he slinks away in defeat, again and again.

It only makes him want you more and he grits his teeth as he slams into one of the whores in his bed who vaguely reminded him of you if he squints in just the right way.

He supposes he should be more remorseful as the news of Toji’s death spreads like wildfire through the Zenin household. But all he can see is a light at the end of the tunnel. It takes every last bit of restraint in him not to immediately hunt you down and devour you, but he bides his time. After all the teasing and taunting you’ve put him through just one taste isn’t going to satisfy him anymore.

No, he won’t just ruin you and throw you away after a single night. He plans on dragging this out, using you, tasting you until it fully sinks in that this is all you’re good for, that he owns every part of you inside and out.

His cock twitches at your swollen face covered in salty tear streaks. You look so pathetic, so scared when he takes his time strolling into your room, kicking your roommate out and locking the door behind him. It’s just the two of you and he feels the rush of power thrumming through his veins at how you tremble and cower before him. If only you were naked and not in those dreary mourning clothes…

But he has ample time for that and he wants to enjoy corrupting you, take his time watching your downfall.

“You’re my maid starting now.”

You mutely nod, but make no move and Naoya scoffs.

“I know Toji was soft with you, but let me set expectations straight. I’m nothing like him. Now get moving.”

“But this is my room-”

You yelp in fright as Naoya’s hand grips the front of your shirt and hauls your body until you’re forced to press against his body, feeling his breath against your face as he sneers at you.

“Sluts don’t get the luxury of their own room or bed. Toji spoiled you. Now move your stuff to my quarters. The only place you’ll be sleeping from now on is my floor or my bed. Understood?”

It’s a rhetorical question and all you can do is crumple to the ground when he lets go, staring unseeingly at Naoya’s retreating back as he exits your room, the weight of your new reality crashing down on you.

Sleeping on the floor is humiliating and uncomfortable. Naoya makes it a point to “accidentally” step on you when he gets on and off the bed, rudely nudging you awake with his feet, resting his soles on your face until you’re flailing around to breathe. But it isn’t as bad as wondering when the worst is to come.

At least you’re clothed. At least your innocence is still intact. So as much as you feel like nothing more than a dog, you take it. After all, your new life isn’t so different from your life before Toji aside from your new sleeping arrangements and the headache of being in close proximity to Zenin Naoya.

It’s entertaining enough in the beginning, watching you curl up on the floor like an obedient puppy, admiring how you never talk or lash out when he literally walks all over you. He even buys you a pretty new collar with his name engraved on it linked to a leash he holds in his hand or leaves tied to his bed.

But unlike a real pet you never warm up to him, always looking at him warily, body tense and nervous in his presence. Not once do you look at him with even the slightest hint of affection or fondness you used to stare at Toji with. He supposes that can’t be helped and he doesn’t care for anything disgusting like your love. But you don’t even seem remotely attracted to him as a man and that’s something his ego won’t allow for.

He knows women can’t stand his attitude. But he also knows that at their base, all women are sluts easily swayed by his good looks. He can’t even count the number of women who’ve insulted him to his face only to end up in his bed, moaning and screaming his name and their love for his cock.

You were supposed to be no different. But your continued disinterest in him infuriates him to the point where petty humiliation isn’t enough to sate his hurt pride.

“Strip and get in bed.”

You’re frozen stiff and he sneers at you while you’re on the verge of terrified tears.

“What? I’m not good enough for you? Don’t act like you aren’t used to this. I’m sure your old master had you warming his bed all the time-”

“Toji would never!”

Even he’s stunned by the weight of his backhand hit as it makes contact with your face, by the venom in his voice as he spits out his next words.

“Don’t you ever say that name in my presence again.”

He takes a few seconds to calm his breath, the crimson of the blood trickling from your nose grounding him as he finds his center once more. But then a thought crosses his mind as that red river finds its way to your lips.

“As punishment, let’s make sure you know what your mouth’s purpose is from now on. Words are wasted on a dumb whore like you anyway. Kneel and open wide.”

It’s oddly arousing watching your tears and blood stream down your face as you choke on his cock. Your efforts are half-hearted at best, but he doesn’t mind. Not when the instinctual way your throat flutters around him as he roughly thrusts his hips into your tight mouth suffices. He can see why Toji kept you around and he groans as his hand slips behind your head and pushes you until your face is squished against his abdomen.

Your mouth feels amazing and your muffled screams for air only add to the vibrations around his shaft. It’s enough to have him spilling down your throat and he keeps you tightly pressed against him, forcing you to drink every last drop he gifts you with. And only when your throat finally stops its forced swallowing does he release you, leering down at your pitiful form heaving for breath.

The bitter taste of his seed is all you can taste, all you can focus on as you greedily inhale much needed oxygen. You pray that he’s done, but you whimper when a strong hand easily pulls you up and begins to pull off your clothing. Instinctively you try to push the invasive appendages away from you, but you freeze at Naoya’s growled threat.

“Don’t make me hurt you any more than I have to.”

You know it’s not an empty threat. You’ve seen the quite literally broken bodies of women who had resisted too much against the Zenin men, against Naoya specifically. So you limply drop your arms to your side and stay still as he humiliatingly gropes and examines you like merchandise.

All you can do is clench your eyes shut as Naoya’s hands grab your breasts, kneading and weighing them in his hands, cruelly prodding and pinching your nipples to see your reactions. All you can do is bite back a muffled yelp when he forces you onto your knees and forearms on the bed, squeezing and smacking your ass, spreading apart your cheeks to closely look at your fluttering holes. All you can do is cry into the sheets as he fingers you open, breaching both untouched openings, his thick digits stretching your tight walls apart and taking their time to thoroughly defile you, using your own slick to loosen your ass.

You try to disassociate, try to imagine that this is just a medical examination. But your fantasies are shattered when something hard and thick slaps against your inner thigh as Naoya rearranges himself behind you, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth against your dripping entrance, coating his shaft with your juices.

“Naoya! Sir, please. I’ve never...You can’t-”

Your pleas are cut short as his hand painfully strikes your ass.

“Shut the fuck up. You’re ruining the mood with your sniveling voice. Remember what I taught you? Sluts don’t get to speak freely. They only get to moan and thank their masters.”

You don’t even know if you can speak even if you wanted to, not when his cock is forced into you in one go, the thick and lengthy shaft ruthlessly tearing you apart. It fills you, stuffing you full, and you don’t think there’s even room left in your body for words. The only thing you can release is a strangled scream, eyes and mouth blown wide open, fingers clawing at the sheets as you try to remotely ground yourself as the foreign sensation overwhelms you.

But Naoya has never been a patient man and there’s a certain sense of entertainment from watching you struggle and writhe underneath him. He begins a relentless pace before you can adjust to the feeling of him inside of you, hips slamming in and out of you, heavy balls bouncing against you.

You’re so tight, so hot, so wet and he can feel a rush of power from the confusion he begins to see setting on your face as forced pleasure begins to mix in with your fear and pain. Moans and high-pitched keens are finding their way in between distressed cries and he smirks at the way your eyes begin to roll back in your head, the way your hips begin to meet him halfway, greedily pushing back against him when he teasingly slows down his pace.

He laughs at the humiliation and embarrassment running rampant on your face when you whine as he abruptly stops

“Wow you really are a slut. You fucking love my cock, don’t you?”

He rolls his eyes as you adamantly shake your head in denial, bored by your playing hard to get act. But as he admires the way your pussy lips obscenely envelop his cock, your pretty puckered hole beckons to him.

“You’re fucking filthy, clamping down on me like a bitch in heat from just a thumb in your ass. You like that? Like having all your holes filled? Maybe when I break you in, I’ll share you with the rest of the clan. Bet you’d love that. Love having cocks in every hole, using every inch of you.”

Your orgasm takes the both of you by surprise in its speed and intensity and Naoya howls in laughter as he resumes fucking you, chasing his own high with his thumb still lodged in your ass, groaning in pleasure at how he can feel the tremors of your orgasm, the way your body convulses in the aftershocks of pleasure and onset of overstimulation.

You’re breathtaking like this, fucked silly, delirious, just a warm body and toy for him to do with as he pleases and it doesn’t take long for him to join you over the edge and add to the sticky mess already inside of you.

With a lewd pop he retracts his thumb from your now lewdly fluttering hole, shoving it into your mouth for you to clean and he smiles at how mindlessly obedient you are as you suck and lick the digit clean like it's your favorite lollipop.

You grimace when he finally pulls out, already feeling his cum beginning to leak out of you and you try and find the strength in your trembling and used body to push yourself off the bed. It’s time to retreat with your tail between your legs and you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening in the shower, harshly scrubbing every evidence of your utter defeat and conquest under boiling hot water.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You open your mouth to speak, only to quickly clamp it back shut, remembering how your words only seemed to dig you deeper and deeper into trouble.

“You’re going to wash me and yourself and once we’re clean, you’re going to remain naked and in my bed until I’m ready to use you again. Think of it as a promotion. No more worrying your stupid little head about cleaning and laundry anymore. You’re being upgraded to my personal sex slave and bed warmer. Come on, I don’t have all day.”

You wonder if this is what it feels like to walk the plank, to approach your own death sentence as you robotically trail after Naoya’s figure towards his lavish bathroom. And as you lay in his bed that night, pristine and bare like a glorified sex doll, his broad arm possessively slung around your waist and forcing your bodies to mold together, you bid farewell to your past life, dreading what the future has in store for you.

[sugurugetosbitch]

Because We’re the Strongest

summary: after the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, sorcerer!reader discovers her technique can do a lot more than just change the speed of time...

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a/n: holy angst y’all this had me in my feels at 4:30 am. it was supposed to be a v short first chapter to a way more lighthearted fic but uh, i got a little carried away lol. (still gonna do that other fic tho so keep an eye out hehe) anyways, first post on the blog, i rly hope u like this, feel free to send in requests and ideas and stuff! (might continue this one, not sure yet but we’ll see! will also probably upload this on AO3 and/or wattpad just to get it out there more because I’m rly proud of it.) AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38351848

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You graduated Jujutsu High as part of a class of three- No. it was supposed to be three, but it was only two. You and Kento Nanami survived to see graduation, but your classmate Yu Haibara didn’t. You and Nanami grew close after that first year, but never quite as close as you were with the students in the year above you. There was one in particular who just understood you in a way that nobody else did, and that nobody else ever would. His name was Suguru Geto. 

To put it simply, the higher ups were afraid of you both. You came from nothing, from non-sorcerer families, and between his curse manipulation and your time manipulation, you both posed a significant threat to jujutsu society if you were to go off the rails. Nobody was worried about Satoru Gojo. The boy had known nothing other than jujutsu society, considering the whole of it treated him like a god from the moment he was born. He hated authority and he hated the higher ups, but they didn’t see him as a threat the way they did you and Suguru. 

And then Geto left. He did exactly what everyone was most afraid of. He turned his back on jujutsu society, and effectively made himself out to be Public Enemy #1 of the jujutsu world. And what made it worse, was that his best friend had been designated his executioner. 

What nobody knew, was that he had asked you to go with him. 

“Think about it, you’ve listened to me for this long, you understand me, you sympathize with me, so why don’t you come with me, be a part of the better world that I want to create for all of us?” he had asked one night in the doorway of your dormitory. 

“Suguru, you know I can’t” the words stung your lips on their way out. Your whole body, your heart, and your soul all ached to go with him, to follow him to the ends of the earth. He was right, you understood each other in ways that nobody else could, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave everything behind so suddenly, not again “I’m so sorry.”

“Suit yourself” he turned his back to you, but before you could shut the door he turned around to say “you’ll always have a place in my world should you choose to take it.” and with that, he was gone. 

Nobody saw him until that day, that final day he saw Shoko and Satoru again, after murdering an entire village. You knew he would be there, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. You were afraid that if you did, you would have turned your back on everyone right alongside him. 

Secretly though, Suguru was glad you didn’t follow him. It took him a number of years to get over missing you enough to realize that he never would have forgiven himself had he been the reason you were slated for execution on sight, or the one responsible for a 50 million yen bounty on your head. He would rather die than that be the case. Besides, Satoru, Shoko, and Kento needed you. Not that he didn’t, but he would just have to manage. It was in your best interest. 

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After the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons, Satoru Gojo walked with heavy footsteps to Shoko Ieiri, and Tokyo Jujutsu High’s morgue, arms and soul weighed down by the body of his best friend, or rather former best friend, Suguru Geto. What he didn’t expect to encounter was you, with your back to the door, facing Shoko who was patching up a nearly severed left forearm you had suffered at the hands of a curse in Shinjuku. You only made it out thanks to Nanami and his Black Flash. 

When Shoko froze at the sight of a battered, blindfold-less Satoru standing in the doorway, you turned around to see what had captured her attention. 

And then your entire world shattered for the second time. You didn’t want to believe the sight in front of you. The last 10 years it had been hard enough to pretend that Geto was dead to you emotionally, but seeing his limp corpse in Satoru’s arms sent you off the edge. Your vision went blurry, you felt nothing except for raw emotion coursing through your body, rapidly converting itself into cursed energy. This was enough to worry Shoko and Satoru, who knew you possessed cursed energy levels on par with the Six Eyes himself, or his prodigy, the first year Okkotsu, seeing that you were also up for a promotion to special grade.

From his expressionless face, it was clear Satoru had already made his peace with (or rather completely repressed) what he’d had to do just minutes ago. Stepping slowly into the cold, sterile room, he delicately laid Suguru’s body on one of the cold metal tables by the far wall, and made his way over to you, wrapping you in a hug filled with so many emotions, but not a single one that either of you would have wanted. It was an embrace riddled with grief, confusion, and pain. Satoru stayed long enough for you to shed a few tears, before giving Shoko the same, and disappearing to god knows where, for god knows how long. Maybe he had gone to find what was left of Geto’s “family” who had been in Kyoto and Shinjuku”. 

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As grief settled into your bones once again, your cursed energy ran completely haywire, as you collapsed in a sobbing heap over Suguru’s corpse, your head tucked into the curve of his neck, the same way you used to whenever you had a bad night and snuck to his dorm at 2 am for comfort, and your left hand desperately clutching his right shoulder, where his arm used to be. 

It seemed your loss of control over your technique fueled by pure emotional energy had illuminated the room in a bright emerald green stemming from your left hand, and also from that point on Geto’s shoulder, his right arm seemed to materialize out of thin air. When you looked up and saw that it was, in fact, real, you were… what were you? Stunned? Confused? Overjoyed? You didn’t know. It took Shoko a moment to recognize what had happened, and to piece together that no, it wasn’t some kind of reverse cursed technique, because she couldn’t regrow entire severed limbs with hers, not even Satoru could do that. 

The only cursed energy in the room belonged to you. She stepped up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder and calling out to you a few times before she caught your attention. 

“That was your technique… you just reversed the progression of time on his body, and took it back to a time before he lost his arm. And you did it without affecting a single other person or moment in time. That’s incredible.” She marveled at what had just happened, still not entirely sure that her eyes were telling the truth. 

You had no idea you were capable of such a thing. Surely, that promotion was yours now. 

“Shoko, there’s something I need to try. I think i can br–”

“Do it. Just do it before I come to my senses and stop you” she called from across the room, where she had her back turned to you, and you could clearly see her shoulders heaving as she sobbed, though her voice didn’t betray her in the slightest. “I miss him too” she thought she said quietly enough that you wouldn’t hear, but you did. 

Once again lowering your body to rest on Suguru’s as it grew colder, you placed one hand on the side of his forehead, and the other of the Hollow Purple shaped wound in his chest, right over where his heart should have been. Letting go of what little control you had over your emotions once again, you allowed your cursed energy to surge around you, and around his corpse, illuminating the room in a brilliant shade of green. You felt his body begin to warm under your touch, and what felt like dozens of little worms began to writhe under the hand you had laid so delicately over Suguru’s heart. 

In a desperate attempt, you once again rewound the flow of time to a point before Satoru had done what he did, hopelessly praying that you would be able to restore his heart. Maybe in more ways than one. 

You so desperately wanted to save his heart, his life, him. Suguru Geto, the man you had loved with all of your heart for over ten years no matter how many times you told yourself you shouldn’t. 

This new technique, it had to come with consequences, it had to be a massive drain on you or something, but you didn’t care. You were completely blinded by desperation, by hope, by the love you couldn’t let go of. Shoko’s hand on your shoulder let you know that any consequences wouldn’t matter to you in the slightest. 

The crawling feeling under your hand ceased, and while you didn’t dare move your hand, you gingerly laid your head down on Suguru’s chest, hoping desperately for even just a singular heartbeat. Shoko went ahead and fixed up a blood supply to his right arm, since neither of you knew whether your technique reversed the blood loss (and Shoko sure as hell wasn’t about to call Noritoshi Kamo in to find out). 

Silence. Not one single heartbeat. 

You kept your head pressed to his chest, sobs racking your body more intensely as every minute passed. 

“Suguru, come back to me, please”

“I love you”

← Suguru POV → 

The blackness he had been floating in was suddenly lit by a faint emerald green glow, stemming from where he assumed his right arm would have been, if this consciousness had a body. 

Emerald green… and despite his lack of a physical body, he just knew what it felt like. Sunshine. 

It felt like sunshine and the cool ocean breeze. That had always been one of his favorite feelings. But it was never the same after Riko, after his and Satoru’s failure, after he reached his breaking point with the world. After that, the sunshine sting his skin as though he were already burned, and the ocean breeze felt humid and suffocating. 

That was, until he met her. Until he really met her. They had known each other before, but after Riko’s death, after everything, he found her companionship, her understanding, her sunshine all the more comforting. She felt like what the beach had felt like before, during the good times, a feeling he thought he would never experience again. But now he reveled in it more than ever. Her cursed energy, her laughter, her genuine personality, her understanding, her sympathy that was devoid of all pity. 

Her.

He wanted to live every second basking in it, in her. Soon after, he realized he loved her. Not in the way he loved Satoru, or Shoko, or even his own parents, monkeys though they were, or the two little girls he had rescued and raised, no. He loved her in a way that screamed ‘I want to live engulfed in your energy from this moment on. Until the day I die, I need you’. 

He never got the chance to tell her. If he had though, there would have been no stopping her from leaving with him, from once again giving up everything she knew. If she had, maybe he wouldn’t have died, maybe they wouldn’t have lost. 

But maybe she’d have died instead. Just the thought of such a thing made him sick. 

That same emerald green glow now illuminated where he knew his chest would be, and began to form a haze that clouded his ‘vision’. Slowly, this disembodied consciousness he occupied began to feel heavy again. He began to slip into a dream-like state, being pulled upwards out of the infinite void of death, or rather pushed along the surface of the sea that was the afterlife, to be met by that emerald green light and a gentle ocean breeze. 

“Come back to me.”

“I love you”

Suguru’s soul clawed itself out from the depths of deaths clutches at her words. 

“I need you.” His thoughts nearly echoed her words as his consciousness sank back into his body and he took his first shallow breath.

“I have to tell her.”

← Original POV → 

You heard the monitor beep to life at the same moment you felt his chest rise and fall for the first time. Immediately you shot upright, your hand remaining firmly on Suguru’s chest that now rose and fell with a steady rhythm. You shifted your eyes to the jagged lines on the screen, and then to Shoko’s face, which appeared equally as stunned as yours. You had done it, you had brought Suguru Geto back from the dead. 

…

For more than two days you stayed diligently by his bedside, not wanting to leave should he finally wake up. Dozens of missed calls from Satoru, and even a couple from Yaga and Nanami littered the home screen of your phone, which hadn’t moved from its place on Shoko’s desk in two days. She had no problem telling the others you were still asleep, recovering from that massive outburst of cursed energy they had all felt the other day. 

Fifty-two hours after he took his first breath, Suguru Geto’s eyes fluttered open for the first time since he had died at his best friend’s hand. His eyes that, upon opening, immediately met yours and appeared to flash a striking emerald green, the same color as yours, before returning to their usual deep purple. That same deep purple you had sought comfort in so many times all those years ago. That same deep purple you couldn’t bring yourself to meet after hearing what he had done once he left the school for good. 

Now that your gaze met his again, you knew you would never want to tear it away. 

“Suguru… I” you couldn’t find the words to even begin to convey the million and two feelings that your heart so desperately tried to make sense of. 

No louder than a whisper, he softly called your name, his voice threatening to betray him by being overrun with sobs if he spoke up even the slightest bit.

“You came back.”

“You brought me back.”

Neither of you had a way to explain the thoughts that had been racing through your heads and hearts for the last four days, so you settled for the silence. It was an incredibly loaded, heavy silence, but it was silence nonetheless. After a bit he reached a shaky hand out to grasp one of yours, and you happily took it. In those ten years, you never forgot how one of his string, calloused hands completely dwarfed both of yours. 

“There’s–” he started

“I have–” you choked out

“So much I need to tell you” your voices finished in perfect unison, completely oblivious to Shoko standing in the doorway, face plastered with a smile for the first time in at least a week. 

“Welcome back, Suguru,” She smiled as she walked inside. “How are you fee–” she was cut off by an obnoxious ringtone that could belong to none other than Satoru Gojo. “No, Gojo, she’s still asleep. No Gojo, you can’t come see her” she lied while glancing back at the two of you who still could not be torn from each other's gazes. “No, I– Gojo, why would I keep lollipops in my office?!” She heaved an exasperated sigh before finishing “I’ll come see you soon with an update on her, happy now? Okay bye.” She hung up, much to the disdain of “that white haired idiot.”

“He doesn’t know, does he?” Suguru sighed. 

“No.” You and Shoko answered together. 

Suguru just nodded his head and sighed before cautiously sitting up to rest his face in the curve of your neck, the way you always did to him so many years ago, wrapping you tightly in the first hug he’s given anyone in ten years. 

He mumbled something into your shirt, but you had to ask him to repeat himself. 

“I’m so thankful you didn’t leave with me ten years ago when I asked you to. I never could have forgiven myself if you had, and if something happened to you because of it.” A little bit of the tension in his shoulders began to melt away. 

Only he noticed when Shoko quietly nodded in your direction before slipping out of the room and shutting the door, presumably to go find Satoru. 

“Sugu-”

“Listen to me.” You never got tired of the way your name fell from his lips when he spoke to you like this, like he was about to share the key to the universe with you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I ever put you in the spot where you had to make that decision. I was so scared, leaving everything behind again, but it was you that was the hardest to leave here. And I was so stupid, so selfish to think that you might, or that you should come with me. I wanted to build my new world alongside you, or, well, I thought I did. But as time passed and I lost so many people, I grew thankful that you stayed behind, that you refused my offer. I’m still terrified of what I would have done if I had lost you.” His voice broke into sobs that shook his whole body at this point. 

“Suguru, you’re home now. Please, just stay this time.” You implored, never taking your eyes off of him for a second. 

“You know the higher ups won’t have that” He choked out, followed by your name in the most pitiful voice you’ve ever heard. It was a sound you never wanted to hear again, especially from his lips. The same lips that so long ago used to curl into that toothy, charming smile you loved so much. The same lips that you once felt pressed against your forehead after he thought you had fallen asleep on a particularly bad night. “But I just, I have to tell you. When I died, I realized that the ‘new world’ I so desperately wanted would have been nothing without you. It wasn’t at all what I really wanted. I couldn’t really care less if there are ten monke humans running around or ten billion. That ‘ideal world’ would have been just as meaningless, just as shitty as this one without you. It would have all been for nothing, because I realized that you are my world, and everything else can go to hell.” After finishing, he waited with baited breath for your response. 

“What I’m about to tell you, I should have told you sooner, but I was so afraid of letting you slip away from me even more than you already were.” You sighed, finally breaking his gaze to look down at the floor, feeling something between shame, regret, and anger at yourself. 

“”Told me what, angel?” The nickname rolled off his tongue naturally as ever.

“Told you… that I love you. Suguru Geto, I love you with all my heart.” You managed to choke out. 

You both sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime before he spoke. 

“It was you. Your words, your energy, you brought me back, didn’t you?”

“What do you m–” you were cut off

“Before I came back into my body, I heard those same words, spoken the same way, by the same voice, and I was completely engulfed in green light. A shade of green that perfectly matched your eyes. It was you. You brought me back to this world.” “I didn’t know if you heard me.” You were a bit stunned, but happy, and that’s what mattered most. 

“And now it’s my turn to tell you something, angel” he started, “You brought pure light into my life when I needed it most. After Riko… the sunshine, the ocean breeze, they felt oppressive. They had been completely stripped of the comfort they used to bring me, until you became such an important part of my life. To me, you feel like what sunshine and the ocean breeze are meant to feel like. Pure, refreshing, comforting, all of that. It’s a feeling I never want to lose again, a feeling I refuse to ever live without again. It’s a feeling I love more than anything, perfectly fitted to the person I love more than anything.”

“Suguru, what do you mean?” You took a deep breath through your nose, thinking maybe your mind was deceiving you. 

“I love you, my angel. I should have told you a very long time ago, but I thought that if I did, I would have only dragged you down with me. But now, this time, I’m not going anywhere, so long as you’ll have me.” He smiled

“Suguru, always. These last ten years have been hell without you, I’ve been stuck watching you from afar. I wished so many times that I had gone with you, let you pull me head over heels into your darkness the same way I had fallen head over heels in love with you. Not because of your power, your mission, your ‘values’ or any of that, but because of you. Because it was so fucking hard to be without you, and now that I have you again, I’m never letting you go. And don’t you dare walk away from us again.”

“Us?”

“Cmon, you know Gojo’s going to find out eventually.” You sighed, chuckling to yourself because, if Suguru thought Satoru was a nosy bastard all those years ago, he’s in for a real surprise now. 

“Oh, I guess you’re right. Please, don’t get yourselves into trouble over me though.” You watched his face drop as he spoke. 

“Sug–” you unconsciously revert back to his high school nickname, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “We would burn the entire jujutsu world to the ground for you and you know that. We would have done it back in high school even.” You assert, still holding him tightly in your arms, fingers toying with the ends of his long black hair. It was still disheveled from having fought Yuta days ago and, well, also from dying, but you didn’t care about that. You still thought he looked like a vision straight from the gods. “Hell, Satoru might have already started.”

“I don’t deserve you g–” he starts. 

“Shut up.” you immediately snap at him “Besides, I’m on track to be promoted to special grade here soon, and once they see what I can do now, obviously with an example other than you, there’s not a chance in hell they’ll be able to tell me no! After that, we’ll tell Satoru everything, and with three special grades, maybe 4 if Tsukumo’s got some sense about her, or even all 5 if Satoru can convince Okkotsu, there would be nothing they could do to stop us!” 

“Are you sure? Especially about Okkotsu, I mean I kind of tried to kill him a few times…” Suguru trails off into thought. “I don’t think he’ll be too pleased to see me alive.”

“Sug, if Satoru vouches for you he’ll accept it. It might take him a while, hell it might take everyone a while, but they’ll come around. I’d love for them to know the version of you that I did all those years ago.”

“And if they don’t?” He questions. 

“Then like I said, we’ll burn jujutsu society to the ground for you. We’re not losing you again.”

“Are you completely sure?” He emphasizes. 

“Yes Suguru, yes I am completely sure. I know we can do it, beca–” 

“Because” interrupts a new voice from the doorway, and you both turn to see a stunned, but smiling Satoru Gojo staring back at you (closely followed by a very out of breath Shoko who clearly had been chasing him through the halls).

“Because we’re the strongest” you and Satoru finish in unison, and Suguru smiles once more.