#iv. ▎ satoru gojō.

[sugurau]

[giuliettagaltieri]

Where the Blue Roses Grow

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Synopsis: Snippets from the life of Gojō Satoru and yours. Where the two of you journey on a path that was predetermined for you, with hearts bruised and unforeseen emotions blossoming.

Warning: angst, unrequited love, suggested misogyny, jujutsu society stigma, arranged marriage, age gap, innuendos, deflowering, hints of dub/con, explicit sex, unprotected sex, implied breeding, breastfeeding, lactation kink, mild spoilers

Disclaimer: This is a miniseries, chapter length will be shorter than regular fics. The Jujutsu Kaisen characters belong to their respective owners, reader is female. Skin tone and body type mentions were limited for better reading experience. If any characteristics of y/n bothers you, or if any of the warnings does not agree with you, I advise you not to proceed to read the story.

Chapter Count: 9

Status: Completed

Masterlist

i. Breath of Spring

ii. Thirst for Sunshine

iii. Swarm of Bees

iv. Garden of Uncertainties

v. Cup of Warm Tea

vi. Dance of Mutual Seduction

vii. Giggles and Wiggles

viii. A Bouquet of Honeysuckle

ix. Honey, I'm Home

Omake

Omake 1 •

[moonsmourning]

@diaboelic

when i give you permission. the words leave a bitter taste in her mouth, yet what can she do? she cannot argue with the man who employs her. not when he was a vampire. well, actually, she could. and frequently does. but at the moment, she wasn't in a position to argue with him. not when she'd just thrown a small tantrum because she'd seen him preparing his meal. the embarrassment begins to settle in now, and the tears slowly come to a stop. yet, she still can't find it in her to lift her head. until he does it for her, two fingers taking her chin.

they're face to face, which leaves her completely breathless. he was a good foot or so taller than her, so she hadn't expected them to be this close - to be able to peer into those ethereal eyes of his without craning her head, to observe how spotless his skin really was, without a single impurity or flush. even in such a strange situation, he remained composed, aside from the tilt of his head and the smile he gave her, almost as if he had figured her out already.

he continues to carry his lightheartedness even in this situation, leaving utahime completely speechless yet again as he reaches up to wipe her tears away from her cheeks. only when his hand drops back to his side does she find herself able to snap out of her trance, springing back upright with darkening cheeks. ❝ what!? ❞ the question bursts from her lips like his suggestion was absolutely ridiculous. ❝ no, no! don't - don't mess with your diet or anything so drastic for me, that wouldn't be fair, i'm just a maid. ❞ awkwardly, she shifts, taking a small step back but making no attempt to run from him.

having fallen silent, the brunette remains so, for a reason. she contemplates voicing one of her ideas, one she had a while ago when she felt that disgusting heavy ache in her chest when hearing soft giggles and moans coming from her master's room. granted, those sounds were followed by brief screams of terror, but jealousy really was an awful thing. a sigh escapes her and her arms raise to cross over her chest, ❝ i'm just - i don't know. i don't know much about... your condition, but i know plenty of the aftermath. yes, you've hired me to clean, but cleaning up murder scenes wasn't in the job description. ❞ she points out firmly, working her way towards what she really wants to suggest.

❝ i also have considered that perhaps your methods of feeding will get you in trouble at some point. surely these women have families who wonder why they haven't come home and where they have gone? ❞ if it were her sister or daughter, or any family member, she'd search the land and seas. lifting a hand, the maid tugs nervously at the collar of her uniform, giving the side of her neck a soft scratch before dropping her hand. ❝ have you ever thought about... feeding from the same person? or the same few people? i mean, that way there is no suspicion. and no pools of blood for people to clean. ❞

his previous suspicions are proven correct now that they're face to face. well, his face to her obscuring hands. she was crying, angrily, hurtfully. it shifts something inside of him, something incomprehensible. something ugly. what good would tears do? in his experience, they were a manipulative tool. only utahime was so emotionally... loud, he couldn't fathom it came from a place of disingenuity at all. gojō stifles the urge to grab her hands, to reveal her face. her words all but bounce off what metaphorical armour he surrounds himself with. that is to say, he doesn't believe them. he doesn't believe her. the outbursts are patterning, there's a connection and has been from the start. he need only connect the dots.

as she settles into a sniffle, face wet and veiled by her hair, his resolve softens. somewhat. there was no denying he had taken to her, she occupied his thoughts when she was in the room and out. although, it had been described as more of an annoyance than anything else. that was only at face-value; to devastate her like this was inconceivable. the woman that had occupied his space seconds ago was well on her way out, by the grace of his servants. he spared her no thought, there had been nothing incriminating about the scene yet.

❛   when i give you permission,   ❜ he finishes her statement. he wouldn't allow her to escape so easily, not without allowing him his turn to speak. his gaze lingers on the quiver of her chin, the lip tucked between her teeth. up, and over the ruddiness of her cheeks and watery eyes. as she bows, he reaches his fingers out to curl underneath her chin, tilting her head up. he bows in turn, till they're at eye level. she was always trying to run, granted, she had valid reason to. sometimes, he wondered, if she genuinely hated him. other times, like now, he wondered quite the opposite.

... is this jealousy? his smile is a subtle thing, accentuated by a playful tilt of his head. ❛   i don't mix feeding and pleasure, utahime, you should know me better than that by now,   ❜ it's little more than an act of mercy to whatever little piglet he gets his hands on, not necessarily something he himself enjoyed. ❛   shame on me to neglect the wellbeing of my favourite maid over an easily replaced meal, though i do like this colour on you,   ❜ attempt as he may to lighten the mood, he makes certain to convey seriousness through action, as he wipes his thumb over her tear-stained cheek. realising himself, gojō lets his hand fall to his side and straightens up with a weary sigh. he could source elsewhere, if it bothered her so much. ❛   suppose i could try men. they never taste as good though, maybe it's all the testosterone.   ❜

[fushiglow]

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Getō clicked his tongue. ‘I have no intention of arguing with you.’ ‘And I have no intention of fighting you, so where does that leave us?’ Master Gojō grinned, extending a palm towards the darksider and beckoning for the holocron with a crook of his fingers. ‘Hand it over, Suguru.’ Suguru? If Megumi had been entirely discombobulated by that, nothing could have prepared him for what happened next. The darksider’s lips quirked and, when he spoke again, his voice was so disgustingly soft and so disgustingly fond that Megumi couldn’t reconcile it with the hulking shadow of a man before him. ‘Always so demanding, Satoru.’ Suddenly, the rumours about Master Gojō started to make more sense. In the shock of it all, Megumi somehow found his voice. ‘Wait, you two—’ Two pairs of eyes landed on the Padawan and Megumi suddenly realised that the attention of what were almost certainly the two most powerful force users in the galaxy was entirely on him. He squirmed, voice faltering slightly when he found the courage to finish his question. ‘You two know each other?’ ‘We know each other,’ Master Gojō replied simply — but his lips twitched at the same time Getō looked away with an honest to stars blush on his cheeks. Between the pair of them, it was all too suspicious for Megumi not to narrow his eyes. ‘Know each other how?’ The look the two men exchanged spoke volumes — and Megumi’s fear evaporated like morning dew on Yavin IV. ‘Oh, for kriff’s sake,’ he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose hard enough to break it. There was no point trying to reason with a darksider, so he directed his ire at Master Gojō instead. ‘That’s a serious violation of the Jedi code!’ There is no passion, there is serenity. He repeated it like a chant in his mind — because the shit-eating grin the Jedi Master shot his way made Megumi want to take out his blaster. ‘You gonna tell on me, Megumi?

[midnightcrusader]

electrify my heart (5)

gojō satoru x oc

SERIES MASTERLIST

chapter five: sugar water

↳ word count: 6,2k

↳ spoiler warnings: ep21, a jujutsu stroll from ep10 (cuz we dont know the exact timeline of mr. gojo wearing a skirt but ive thought it was funny to put it in here :)) ) and the one from ep23 cuz yay! fun chapter!

↳ other warnings: cursing, smoking implied & finally some FLUFF

↳ a/n: i am so terribly sorry I haven’t posted on the last Saturday guys.. I’m having a few minor health problems but hey! I promise I’ll post regularly from now on! I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter!!

"But it goes without saying that the exchange event is cancelled," Principal Yaga stated, making everyone in the staff room (despite the Principal of the Kyoto Tech) turn into his direction.

"Hold on. That's not for us to decide, is it?" Satoru interrupted him, sitting lazily on the ground.

"Huh?" everyone despite Sachie and Gojo said in unison, furrowing their brows.

"Gojo's right," Sachie stated, gaining a huge, cocky grin from him. "Only this time," she cleared out, getting up. "If we cancel this event now, the students will not only be upset, but also we will point out that something went wrong. The attackers won't strike again, they're not stupid. Now our priority is to calm down the students, letting them know everything is okay," she explained, approaching her former teacher — Mei Mei.

"I agree," the woman in the purple robes said, nodding her head.

"So what is your plan? We can't host the individual fights anymore," Iori said, glancing at the raven-haired woman and Satoru.

"Let's write our ideas down and make it into a lottery!" Satoru exclaimed, clapping his hands.

"I, uh... that's not what I originally planned," Sachie responded, shaking her head. "But if everyone agrees, I'm down," she added looking at the teachers who nodded in response.

"Alright," Yaga nodded, getting up to get the staff some paper and quills.

Sachie sat back down, and writing "defense training", put the piece of paper into a wooden box right in front of them. She came to the conclusion that fights were only a part of the Sorcerers work, however, the most important thing when it came to Curse Spirits was how to protect yourself from their attacks. Hence her idea of educating the students about the possibilities of defense was the first thing that came to her mind.

"All done! See you in the living room!" Satoru clapped his hands, getting up as he picked up the box with the ideas written by the teachers.

Sachie shook her head, following Gojo as he walked past the door, only to see him shaking the wooden cube and smiling mischievously.

"So, what did you write?" she nonchalantly asked, glancing through his arm.

"Baseball," he responded proudly, his grin not leaving his face.

"Gojo, I swear to you, if you changed the votes only to be baseball I'm going to strangle you," she added, now fully speaking her mind.

"What? Me? I would never!" Satoru called, dramatically placing a hand over his heart.

"Like I don't know you," she murmured, nudging his elbow with her own.

"Well, apparently you don't since you're accusing me of such terrible, terrible things," he put an emphasis on the adjective, looking at her with puppy eyes.

"Yeah, you've definitely done that," she smirked, a singular laugh escaping her mouth.

"Maybe," he said simply, confirming what Sachie was concerned about.

"Yaga's gonna kick your ass, you know?" she added, walking right beside him.

"Like he can beat me!" Satoru laughed, putting his hand over Sachie's shoulder. "Besides, you'd save me, right Chi?" he asked childishly, casually continuing his walk.

"No. I'd rather watch you suffer," she answered, glancing at the arm that was hung over her shoulder. Had he had any idea what he was going?

"Suuure," he whistled. "Of course you'd save me," he teased, pulling her closer to him.

Was he stepping on her boundaries? He wasn't exactly sure. However, gently touching Sachie, or simply being around her was bringing him more happiness that beating up the guy, who tried to dismember his body just to make a coat hanger out of them.

"Believe whatever you want," she gave up, allowing her head to softly rest on his shoulder.

It was nice.

~.~

"Baseball?!"

"What's going on here, Yaga?"

"No, I know I put individual battles in— Get back here Satoru!"

"This dumb moron," Sachie mumbled to herself after leaving the living room where all of the students and teachers were located in.

The lottery had just ended, Yuuji being the chosen one, who was made to pick a piece of paper out of the wooden box. Sachie rolled her eyes, fully knowing that it was exactly what Satoru had planned. He gave the teachers a notion of democracy, when, in fact, he was always the one in charge. However, it didn't surprise Sachie in the slightest; everyone, who even lightly knew Gojo had to realized sooner or later what he was up to.

"What kind of idea is this?!" Nobara yelled as soon as all of the teacher, excluding Sachie, left the living area. "We've just fought against the Special Grade Dpirits! Are we seriously going to play fetch a ball?" she snorted, standing in front of Megumi and Yuuji.

"I guess this could be fun," Itadori whispered quietly, gaining a punch in the arm from the ginger-haired girl.

"Fun? Fun?! This is just stupid!" she continued, calming herself a bit down due to the surprise at the unexpected touch of her shoulder.

"Nobara, Itadori's right. This could be an easy competitive task. Game spirit, or something," Sachie spoke, smiling, hence she didn't believe her words at all. However, she didn't want to object Gojo's intents; he would make everyone tired by complaining if they not agreed this plan.

"But Fujita-san..!"

"Come on, kiddo. You can train with me after the event ends," Sachie offered, wanting to convince the girl that everything was in the right place.

"I–, okay, I guess," she stuttered, realizing that the suggestion was something she had wanted since meeting Fujita.

Having a tutor, especially when she was a powerful female, was something Nobara truly longed for. When she firstly met Sachie, she made herself a promise that she would do anything she could to train with her one day. And now, given the opportunity, she couldn't possibly miss it.

"Great, that's all settled then," Sachie smiled, patting gently the girl's shoulder.

"Everyone, come here and get into your tracksuits!" Satoru exclaimed happily, bringing a pile of clothing into the living area.

He, himself had also changed his clothes. Now, instead of his usual teacher-wear, he was dressed in plain black jeans and a light blue shirt. Instead of his usual blind fool, he was wearing some rectangular sunglasses, which prominently framed his face.

Sachie would have lied if she said he wasn't looking incredibly attractive like that. And, god, she wouldn't even try to object if anyone asked her about it.

"Chi! You too! Come and get dressed," Satoru smirked cockily, pointing at the set of clothes.

"Oh, no way," she objected, crossing her arms.

"Come onnn," he teased, waving a pair of baseball shorts in front of her.

"I'm not wearing that," she growled, furrowing her brow.

"Don't make a scene! My students are looking at you," he called, pointing at Megumi, Nobara and Yuuji.

"Leave me alone," she hissed, not moving to get the sports suit.

"Hey, Nobara! Help me convince her," Satoru said, pointing at the girl.

"No," she answered plainly.

"You guys are no fun!" Gojo complained.

~.~

"Chi."

"No."

"Chi."

"I'm mad at you," Sachie mumbled.

It was two hours later, when the students were allowed to go on a break from playing baseball. Through the whole time Sachie was sitting in the tribunes, her arms crossed, a sour expression on her face. The blue cap Gojo made her wear, was covering her eyes, hence the hat was simply too big and she didn't bother to fix it. She was dressed in the matching blue tracksuit instead of her usual pants and shirt, sighing every time she got a chance.

"Oh, come on. You look adorable," Satoru complimented her, sitting right beside her on a bench.

"Go away," she murmured, avoiding the eye contact with him.

"Nope," he objected, popping the p of the word.

"I swear, Gojo, if you don't go away, I'll kill you with my bare hands," Sachie threatened, clenching her fists.

"Well then, good luck with that," he shrugged, tilting his head. "Are you having a good time?" he sang, fully knowing Sachie wasn't in the mood for teasing.

"No," she growled, moving away from Satoru.

"Quit complaining and have fun," he said simply, siting a bit closer.

"How can I have fun when I'm wearing those ridiculous clothes," she responded, looking to the side. "Look, the break is over. Can you go now?" Sachie asked, pointing at the clock hanging on the tribunes wall.

"Fineee," he sighed, sounding like a disappointed child. "Have fun," he repeated and lazily stood up.

"I can't even explain how much I hate y—," Sachie suddenly stopped her sentence, after feeling Satoru's lips on her forehead.

Her eyes were wide opened and she was sure she stopped breathing for a few seconds. She noticed Satoru smiling, when he walked down the tribunes aisle, only to find himself back on the baseball pitch.

"My, my. Wasn't that sweet?" Sachie heard her former teacher, Mei Mei saying as the woman sat closer to her. "I'm glad you're finally a couple. I've keeping my fingers crossed for it to happen since I met the both of you," she added, smiling from ear to ear.

"Wha—? We're not together," Sachie replied, surprised at the words of white-haired woman.

"Oh?" Mei Mei raised her brows. "My bad then," she shrugged, corners of her mouth going theatrically down.

"Yeah," Sachie only muttered, her glance traveling towards the students, whose match began again.

"But why, though? I see that Gojo might be annoying, but I think he would be a great match for you," Mei Mei continued, making Sachie almost immediately blush.

"He's just a friend," Sachie mumbled, having no idea what she should say.

"Just a friend. Of course," the woman smirked, letting out a giggle.

"What?" Sachie asked, confused by her antics.

"Nothing. You simply don't seem to be just friends," she explained, making Fujita's brow furrowed.

"How is that?" Sachie asked, now quite annoyed. She had no clue what the woman was talking about.

"He had an interest in you already in school. I thought you've noticed that," Mei Mei confessed, however, seeing that Sachie was more perplexed than before, she decided to continue. "He was never letting you win your sparring sessions, remember?" she asked, looking directly at her companion.

"Yeah. Just as he did with Nanami or Geto," she explained, biting her lip. "I thought he was treating me like a friend."

"Oh, Sachie, my dear. It was clear to see that he let the other girls win just so they could get some confidence from their victory. The fact he was treating you differently was simply because he saw you in the other way than those girls," Mei Mei continued, smiling at Sachie's innocence. It was clear to her only now that the raven-haired woman had no idea what she was talking about.

"I—, I guess, maybe..." Sachie stuttered, glancing at Mei Mei. "But how can I be sure he still feels that way? I mean, we spend a lot of time together now and nothing ever happened," she added, being completely perplexed.

"Maybe because he kissed you in the goddamn forehead two minutes ago?" Mei Mei's eyes widened as she felt the urge to laugh at Sachie's behavior.

"But that doesn't mean anything," she whispered, however, hearing her companion's giggle, she looked back at her. "What now?" she asked more angrily than she anticipated.

"You really have no clue what is going on," Mei Mei laughed, closing her eyes.

"No, but—!"

"Stop being so oblivious, Fujita," she interrupted her, patting her back. "I'm going to watch the match now," she added, standing up.

She was right. Sachie truly was oblivious. The words Mei Mei spoke were so intense, it made Sachie think whether or not she had missed a whole bunch of signs Satoru gave her on the span of all those years. Was she ignoring them only because she was afraid of doing anything more? Most likely.

Yet, the worst part was, she had no clue what to do about it now.

~.~

"Fujita-san!" The loud voice of Kugisaki Nobara rang through the hallway when Sachie was about to go on her cigarette break.

Today was the last, full day of the Exchange Event, making tomorrow morning the time when Tokyo and Kyoto high schools meant to say goodbye to each other.

Now, however, right before the scheduled bedtime Sachie was finally going to relax. I'm the end, not for long, hence the ginger-haired girl appeared to have a burning cause to discuss with her.

"What's up?" Sachie called, rapidly hiding the pack of cigarettes in her pocket. After all, she didn't want to be bad influence to the students.

"Have you seen my uniform skirt? I was just about to change from that nasty baseball suit and I can't find it anywhere!" Nobara ranted, and only now Sachie realized she was wearing some grayish shorts instead of her usual skirt.

"No, I haven't seen it... Are you sure it's not somewhere in your suitcase?" Sachie asked, heading back towards the direction of Nobara's room.

"I'm one hundred percent positive. I've put it on the chair next to my bed and it's gone!" she rambled, fidgeting with the weapon she was holding.

"What's with that hammer?" Sachie pointed at the object, realizing it was part of Kugisaki's cursed technique.

"I'm going to kill whoever took it," she growled, ready to open the door of one of the classrooms that were located in the complex.

"Hey, hey. Before you get in, take a deep breath, okay?" Fujita stopped her, gently grabbing the hand that was holding the hammer. "Now, come in and ask everyone about it. Nicely," she added.

"Fine," Nobara answered after exhaling the breath Sachie made her take. "Panda-senpai, have you seen my uniform?" she asked after entering the room.

Sachie walked right past her, sitting on one of the tables, right next to Megumi.

"I haven't seen it," the panda turned towards Nobara, and only now Sachie noticed he was wearing someone's uniform blazer.

"Megumi? The hell is going on here?" Fujita asked the boy, who simply shrugged. His smile, however, was clearly pointing out that he knew what was this all about. "Itadori?" she tried asking again, yet, with the exact same result. "Hey! Hey! Nobara! Put the hammer down!" Sachie yelled, seeing the girl hitting the panda with her weapon.

"Mustard leaf!" Toge Inumaki exclaimed, entering the room.

Sachie knew him, because he was one of the students, who couldn't speak properly, hence his unique ability to make people do what he said. Literally. She thought of him as being the calm and settled one. Now, however he was wearing a girl's skirt and Sachie immediately knew what was going on.

"Nobara, if you use your hammer again, I'll—!"

Bang.

Toge was laying on the ground after being hit by the redhead.

"Okay, that's enough," Sachie angrily stated, quickly standing up.

"But I didn't use my hammer!" Nobara objected, pointing at the weapon that was laying on the ground.

She was right. She hit Toge with her bare hands.

"It doesn't matter. Violence against students is strictly forbidden," Sachie stated, approaching the girl.

"What? That's Maki-san's," Nobara stated, taking off the skirt from almost unconscious Toge.

"Jesus fucking Christ, kids. Can you calm down for a second?" Sachie exclaimed, taking the piece of clothing from Kugisaki and folding it quickly. "I swear, you all act so—!"

"Heya!" The loud voice interrupted Sachie's statement, causing her to turn towards the door. "I'm Kugisaki Nobara!"

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Sachie growled angrily, noticing Gojo Satoru... dressed in the girl's uniform. "Nobara, give me your hammer," she added, clenching her fists.

"Chi? How would you rate my outfit?" Satoru asked, squatting due to the skirt being too short for him to fully stand up.

Sighing as an answer, Sachie put one of her hand forward and generated a stream of white sparks which stroke Gojo directly in the chest.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Gojo exclaimed, now laying on the ground.

"Thought you've said violence was strictly forbidden," Megumi smirked, looking into the direction of his Sensei, who at that time, was still trying to pick himself up from the floor.

"Yeah. Against students, not against irrational teachers," Sachie answered, furrowing her brow. "Here, Nobara. I'll get your skirt back in a second," she added, walking up to Gojo, abruptly taking off the skirt he was wearing.

"Woah, that's not what I was expecting," he responded, unable to move because of the electricity paralyzing his body.

"Shut up," Sachie whispered, fully frustrated. "Here you go," she added towards Nobara, handing her over the skirt.

"Thanks, Fujita-san," she answered, grabbing her belonging.

"Now, if you excuse us," Sachie added, smiling falsely when taking Satoru by the hand and leading him towards his room. "What the fuck was that supposed to be?" she immediately hissed, after closing the door.

"Nanami said I should keep my attitude, so I did," he plainly exclaimed, scratching his head.

"Yeah, Nanami also said you're irresponsible, childish and arrogant. Have you listened to any of that?" Sachie asked angrily, subconsciously placing her hands on her hips.

"Uh, no? Why would I?" Satoru responded nonchalantly.

"Because you're a fucking idiot, Gojo! That's why!" Sachie yelled, closing her eyes.

She tried to find another serious reason to scold Satoru for, yet, instead she stared quietly laughing after a few seconds.

"Sachie? Are you alright?" Satoru furrowed his brow, approaching her slightly. Why was she, all of the sudden, laughing? Wasn't she angry with him just a moment ago?

"Yeah, it's just," she waved her hand, trying not to burst in laughter. "You're standing here, only in your jacked and your underwear, after you've stolen your student's skirt. It's fucking ridiculous," she explained, failing in keeping her giggle inside as she let out a loud laugh after briefly looking at him.

"So you're not mad?" he asked, searching for the reassurance of his deeds.

"Of course I am. That was utterly stupid," she responded, uncontrollably giggling. "But it was also oddly funny," she added, grabbing his hand once again. "Come on, it's bedtime. We should go to sleep."

~.~

"Well, that's a school trip at this point," Sachie mumbled to Megumi and Yuuji as the three of them walked behind Satoru and and Nobara.

It was just a few days after the Exchange Event had ended, making the past following days being nothing but a slight back to the reality. With the students back on their trainings, Sachie decided to do more of her research on Sukuna's Fingers. Having in mind that it was her grandfather's lifetime wish to collect all of them, she spent the past couple of days doing exactly what he had wished for.

Now, being perused by Gojo, she was meant to take a break, with the break being joining him and the redhead girl shopping. Megumi and Yuuji also tagged along; it was Saturday and they simply had nothing better to do.

"I'm gonna go to that shop, you can stay outside," Nobara stated, glancing at her companions. "Or Fujita-san, can you come with me, actually?" she added, asking the woman.

"Yeah, sure," Sachie replied, the tone of her voice quite bored. Seeing Megumi's light smirk, she send him a warning gaze.

Entering the small boutique, Sachie felt immediately overwhelmed by all of the clothing items located in the shop. For her it was either too much colors or patters that created an unspeakable mess.

"What do you think about this?" Nobara asked after a while, showing the raven-haired woman a floral blouse.

"It's nice," she answered plainly, raising up one of her eyebrows. Sachie was sure she gave the worst piece of advice when it came to clothes; after all, she was usually wearing a combination of the same, simple clothes; a pair of pants and a shirt. Dresses or shirts were rare, or almost impossible to find in her closet. She was definitely a woman of simplicity.

"Don't you think it won't suit me? I think those flowers are a bit too much," the girl wondered, putting the blouse back on the hanger. "Oh, just look at this dress!"

"This is going to be a long day," Sachie whispered to herself, awkwardly standing by the side of the shop.

She had stayed like this for another five minutes, when Nobara stated she was going to the changing room to see how the pile of clothes she picked out was going to fit her. Sachie nodded in response, leaning against one of the walls. Closing her eyes, she patiently wait for Kugisaki to get changed, only so she could came up with different versions of the same response.

"What's up with that face? Are you not enjoying your shopping time with Kugisaki?" Satoru asked swiftly, approaching her.

"Thought you were supposed to stay outside," she responded, smirking causally.

"Yeeaaah, but it's getting hot out there. We were in need of some air conditioning," he answered, pointing at Yuuji and Megumi, who also found their way to the inside of the boutique.

"It really is a school trip," Sachie quietly laughed, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. Satoru was right, they picked up a wrong day for shopping — it was the middle of the summer, after all.

"Hey, Chi, look at this shirt," Gojo exclaimed after a while, showing her a simple, light-brown shirt.

"Uh, it's nice... but isn't it a woman's boutique?" she asked, furrowing her brow.

"That's exactly why I showed you that!" Satoru responded, closing one of his eyes as he moved the hanger with the piece of clothing towards Sachie, just to see how it would supposedly fit. "Yeah, you'd look pretty good in that," he added completely casually.

"Thanks?" The pitch of her tone went up, realizing only now what was happening.

Satoru had just picked a shirt for her. And she almost blushed at the thought of it.

"Excuse me? What are you doing boys?" The older woman, most likely an owner of the shop approached Megumi and Yuuji, who... had just taken of their shirts, exactly in the middle of the shop.

"It's so hot outside!" Yuuji complained, throwing his hands in the air.

"Are you their parents?" The lady asked Satoru and Sachie, an anger expression on her face.

"Teachers," Sachie cleared out.

"I would ask you all to leave. I won't tolerate this kind of... nudity in my shop," the woman stated quickly, grabbing the boys by the forearms and leading their to the exit. "The girl in the changing room, too. Get out," she added, furrowing her brow.

"Hey! I was just going to buy this!" Nobara yelled, rapidly getting out of the changing room.

"I don't care. That's violating my boutique's policy."

"Hey, hey. I don't think it's quite the way you should threat your customers," Sachie objected.

"This is my shop and my rules. Now get out," the lady pointed at the door.

"Geez, okay," Sachie shrugged grabbing Nobara's hand. "Bitch," she mumbled under her breath.

"What did you just say?!" The woman shouted after Fujita, however, she didn't even bother to turn back to her.

Ignoring Nobara's angry tirade, Sachie found her way to the nearby bench under a tree. The boys were right; today was definitely too hot. After a while Satoru had joined them, sitting between Fujita and Kugisaki. After Megumi and Yuuji stated they were going to get something to drink, Sachie exhaled loudly, cursing her today's clothing choice.

"It's too hot," she murmured, resting her head on her hand.

"I don't want to go shopping anymore," Nobara said, being clearly exhausted by the awful weather.

"Sensei! Kugisaki! Fujita-san!" Not a moment after their little complaining session, the loud voice of Itadori Yuuji rang through the whole street.

"Oh, what the hell," Sachie sighed, shaking her head.

"So annoying," Nobara added in the exact same manner as Fujita. "It's too hot for your craziness."

"Fushiguro's getting hit on!" he shouted, making the eyes of the three people on the bench wide open.

Without any further do, no words were needed. The two teachers and two students sprinted towards the direction of Megumi, everyone feeling as protective as possible.

"Fushiguro-kyun!" Yuuji and Nobara yelled in unison.

"Who is that woman?" the girl cried as the both of them frantically grabbed onto Megumi's uniform. "Have you forgotten the night you toasted to my eyes?!"

"Was it all a lie when you said your time with me was the most enjoyable of all?" Yuuji added, making an utterly sad face.

"Megumi-kun! Have you forgotten you were supposed to help your poor aunt with the groceries?!" Sachie shouted, standing right beside her students.

"Could you not touch him so casually, please?!" Satoru's tone beamed through the shopping parlor. "You homewreckers! Megumi-chan has violin practice with me now. Let's go home Megumi-chan. Today we'll master your "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star," he added nonchalantly. If Sachie hadn't known him, she could've sworn he truly was Megumi's violin teacher.

"Don't mind them," the dark-haired boy told the woman he was just talking to. "Seriously, what is this?" He turned his head, a death stare escaping his eyes. "Could you stop? You're embarrassing me."

"That woman was flirting with you!" Sachie called with the exact same expression as Yuuji and Nobara.

"She was just asking for directions!" Megumi answered rapidly, making everyone's face drop.

"Oh... oh, fuck."

~.~

Sunday evenings surely weren't popular amongst the students. After two days of relax, the notion of returning back to school was sounding draining. However, this case wasn't including only students.

Fujita Sachie sat silently in her room, having no idea what she should do tomorrow. She didn't officially returned to teaching, she had no more missions to go at that moment. Should she just go with the flow and just observe the students training? Should she approach Yaga and asked him if she could go back? Or maybe, should she just disappear for the whole day and figure something out as she smoked a pack of cigarettes?

Shaking her head, Sachie thought that the third option sounded almost entertaining. However, a sudden realization came upon her not a moment after; she would highly need a piece of advice. But with Nanami gone to his house and Gojo being nowhere to be found, she decided to simply wait.

And, oh god, how she hated waiting.

Listening to some somber music, Sachie decided to grab something to eat. Smiling softly, she had closed her eyes, teleporting right behind of the building of Sushi Go.

It was rather odd, hence Fujita Sachie's power was based on aura, energy, but most importantly, the emotional connection she or the person she was looking for had with a certain object in a certain place. And although Sachie wasn't entirely sentimental, the restaurant had a special place in her heart. She clearly remembered entering the place for the first time after sparing with Gojo the other day. He was about to graduate high school, and she was just entering her last year in Jujutsu Tech. The memory was absolutely splendid; vividly reckoning the time when her high school crush asked her if she wanted to have a dinner with him — at that moment it felt like the ultimate heaven.

Quickly entering to buy her food, she decided to order four more portions than needed — (not her) students would definitely be happy about the gift Sachie was about to give them.

In about fifteen minutes her order was ready, causing her to smile. She forgot how good it felt to show the emotions. Teleporting back, she found her way to the students' rooms, placing three takeaway boxes on the doorstep of Yuuji, Kugisaki and Megumi. Now, having one spare meal left, she decided to go back to the teacher's side of the building, trying to figure out if Satoru was at his house or at school. Knocking on the door, she received no answer, hence she shrugged, making her way towards her own bedroom.

"I guess I'm having a double supper today," she murmured to herself, opening the door to her room.

"Chi! Where have you been?"

"Fuck!" Sachie jumped in place, almost dropping her food. "Don't scare me like that, Gojo," she growled, placing her takeaways on the small table.

"It was you, who scared me," Satoru responded, approaching her. "I thought you've..."

"No, don't end that. We've already talked about it," she interrupted him, immediately knowing what he was going to say.

I thought you've left again.

Opening the kitchen drawer, Sachie reached for two sets of chopsticks and placed them on the two boxes.

"I've bought you sushi," she stated, pointing at the food on the table.

"You didn't!" Satoru smirked widely, looking like an absolute child. "Oh, Chiii, you shouldn't have," he added theatrically in his usual manner.

"Stop it. Don't be annoying," she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"I have something for you too!" he happily exclaimed, handing her over a blue paper bag.

"The hell?" Sachie furrowed her brow, looking inside the bag. She was quick to notice that the present Satoru gave her was the brown shirt, he had showed yesterday her in the boutique. "But why?" she asked, confused as ever.

Satoru was often buying her food; she did the same when she had a chance. Yet, it was the first time since he gave her the necklace, he had bought her something. Sachie began to feel oddly weird. She wasn't expecting him to buy the shirt. In fact, it was making her uncomfortable that he did that without any occasion neither as an apology (as he had in habit).

"I thought you would look good in it," he plainly answered, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, uh... Thank you, but I can't accept it," she replied, handing him back the blue bag.

"Why? Do you not like it? Did I buy the wrong size?" Satoru immediately asked, his smile disappearing for a moment, which Sachie found incredibly odd.

Why was he behaving that way?

"No, no. Everything's fine with the shirt. I just... don't understand why would you buy it without any serious reason," she a answered, praying that she wouldn't blush.

"Hey! It was a serious reason!" Satoru exclaimed, his grin returning back to his face. "Looking good is a serious reason, isn't it?" he added, putting the back on the chair next to him.

"Satoru, I..." Sachie stuttered, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Had he had any idea what he was doing to her? "I-I think you're a complete idiot. Buying things just like that. It's ridiculous, you know? I mean, it's not even that deep. It's just weird. It's just fucking weird," she rambled, panicking.

She had no idea why was she reacting that way; it would make her look more suspicious than before, so why, all of the sudden, was she so concerned? It was just a simple situation that required nothing but a quick "no". And yet, he did it again. He had shown her he cared for her. That being the thing she couldn't cope with; was that implying he had feelings for her or was she just exaggerating the situation again? And why, once more, she had forgotten what Mei Mei said?

"Chi," Satoru laughed quietly, turning his head to the side.

"Oh, what now?" she asked angrily, feeling her knees going completely week.

"You're all red. If I haven't know you I'd say you're blushing," he responded, a soft smile entering his face. He knew she was blushing.

"What?" Sachie mumbled subconsciously, feeling all of her vital energy leaving her body. "No, no! It's because it's hot here. Summer, you know?" she spited, moving forward to approach the window to open it.

"Suure," Satoru sang, smiling widely. "So should I also blush at the fact you've bought me sushi?" he teased, not wanting to change the subject this time.

Gojo Satoru was known for being outspoken, easygoing and courageous. With Sachie, however, he always felt like he didn't say enough every time they had a conversation like that; the type when she frantically was trying to change the topic and him usually going along with it because he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. Today, however, he was finally ready to shoot his shot. During the Exchange Event attack, she immediately teleported to him, making sure he was okay. That gave him a boost to believe she actually cared for him. In addiction, she was finally back after her disappearance five years ago.

And he wasn't going to loose her ever again. He wouldn't allowed it.

"I hate you," Sachie mumbled, her whole body panicking. She despised the situation, although she was sure her feeling for him.

When it came to emotions her initial response was to flee rather to confess. That's exactly why she was so good at keeping her feelings secret for the past seven years. Every time situation like that happened she played oblivious to whatever was going on, forgetting that having a crush on someone wasn't something to be ashamed for.

But she couldn't confess her feelings now. And she wasn't sure if she could have ever do that.

"No, you don't," Satoru smirked, leaning against the table.

"Excuse me?" Sachie furrowed her brow after being reminded that, in fact, he was still in her room.

"You don't hate me, Chi. You say this only because you know it ends the conversation," he stated, more seriously that usual.

"I–uh," she stumbled over her own words, knowing that what he had said was entirely true.

"So what's the matter? Why do you always act like that?" he asked calmly, tilting his head to the side.

Sachie froze. He had never asked her this question before, and she had no slightest clue what her response should be.

She couldn't say it was because she had feelings for him.

"Chi?" Satoru said, approaching her slowly. "You know you can tell me everything, right?" he added, gently putting his hand on her forearm.

"I–I..." Sachie stuttered, her breath becoming heavy. "No, I can't. I can't tell you this," she finally said with a weak tone.

"Come on, Sachie. We're friends, you can..."

"Yeah, that's exactly that," she interrupted him, feeling her hands beginning to shake. "I can't tell you this because we're friends. And I don't want to risk our friendship just to say..."

"That you like me?" This time it was Satoru, who interrupted her answer. He obviously wasn't sure if his answer was right, but today he was going to risk it all.

Sachie froze once again, her body completely petrified. She had no idea if she should agree to the obvious truth, or should she just say she didn't and make him leave her bedroom. Yet, she wasn't entirely sure about the second opinion, although it seemed to be the easiest out of the two. However, she would be on the bad terms with him if she said just that.

"So you do or you don't? 'Cause if you do, we're on the same page," Satoru smirked after waiting a bit too long for her answer.

"What?" Sachie asked, her knees now completely weak. "You—?"

"Yeah. Since high school," he admitted, grinning. "I know it's kinda weird to say it just now but I was never sure if you liked me back," he added, scratching the back of his neck.

"I—we're so goddamn stupid," she stated, starting to giggle.

"Wait. Now I'm the one who's confused," Satoru said, watching her laugh.

"I like you since high school too," she finally confessed, realizing that all of this fuss, hiding her feelings was absolutely for nothing. "Fuck, that's so awkward now," she added, unable to stop her giggles from escaping her mouth.

"Well, it doesn't have to be," Satoru smirked, returning to his usual self.

Placing his hand on her cheek, he lowered down, still smiling from ear to ear. He felt Sachie stopped laughing, as he closed the distance between her lips and kissed her softly.

It was almost like taking a sip of cold water after the long run. It felt like feeling the touch of a Sun after spending an eternity in a locked room. It felt like finally being free.

Just after the kiss ended, both Satoru and Sachie were smiling wider than ever. Pulling back, they looked at each other, and although Satoru was wearing his usual blind fool, Sachie could have sworn his eyes were resembling his grin.

"You wanna eat that sushi?" he asked, pointing at the table.

"I think I'm not hungry anymore." taglist: @tokyo-banana @stardvstial

[bumackerman]

SORCERERS;

I. FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

II. GETŌ SUGURU

III. GOJŌ SATORU

IV. HAIBARA YŪ

V. IEIRI SHŌKO

VI. IJICHI KIYOTAKA

VII. INUMAKI TOGE

VIII. ITADORI YŪJI

IX. KAMO NORITOSHI

X. KUGISAKI NOBARA

XI. LORI UTAHIME

XII. MIWA KASUMI

XIII. MUTA KOKICHI

XIV. NANAMI KENTO

XV. OKKOTSU YŪTA

XVI. PANDA

XVII. TŌDŌ AOI

XVIII. YAGA MASAMICHI

XIX. YOSHINO JUNPEI

XX. ZENIN MAI

XXI. ZENIN MAKI

CURSED SPIRITS;

I. CHOSO

II. MAHITO

III. RYŌMEN SUKUNA

MISCELLANEOUS;

I. FUSHIGURO TŌJI

II. ZENIN NAOYA

[ikkeii]

SORCERERS;

I. FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

II. GETŌ SUGURU

III. GOJŌ SATORU

IV. HAIBARA YŪ

V. IEIRI SHŌKO

VI. IJICHI KIYOTAKA

VII. INUMAKI TOGE

VIII. ITADORI YŪJI

IX. KAMO NORITOSHI

X. KUGISAKI NOBARA

XI. LORI UTAHIME

XII. MIWA KASUMI

XIII. MUTA KOKICHI

XIV. NANAMI KENTO

XV. OKKOTSU YŪTA

XVI. PANDA

XVII. TŌDŌ AOI

XVIII. YAGA MASAMICHI

XIX. YOSHINO JUNPEI

XX. ZENIN MAI

XXI. ZENIN MAKI

CURSED SPIRITS;

I. CHOSO

II. MAHITO

III. RYŌMEN SUKUNA

MISCELLANEOUS;

I. FUSHIGURO TŌJI

II. ZENIN NAOYA

[tornparts]

suddenly ive never wanted to have kids more in my life if it’s for gojō satoru, he could have any and every kink under the sun id still fall in love with him

→ sweet

you provide gojo’s favorite milk.

PAIRING: gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: smut drabble

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

WARNINGS: smut, unedited, lactation kink, post partum sex, mentions pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, hints of breast worship, unprotected sex, creampie, praise, 

“I’m not stupid, Satoru.”

“What do you mean?” He asks, throwing his hands in the air, staring back. He’s always been a terrible liar.

Your arms cross together as you glare at him with sleep deprived eyes. “Something’s bothering you and you aren’t telling me about it.”

“Well, it’s not really bothering me—”

“Then, what the fuck is it?” You question sternly.

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