#jujutsu Kaisen Gojo

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him 🌌

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not the one! g.s. x reader

synopsis ; you're in love with gojo. he doesn't love you back. It takes you awhile to realise this, and you find out in a way you wish you'd never. Tw: ANGST no fluff no comfort #nofluffwedielikemen my masterlist

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A/N : guys sorry this came out of nowhere and kinda possessed me (did not at all stem from my own lovelife, no not at all, this was just something that came out of nowhere!)

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being in love with gojo as his friend was pretty insane, a lot of the time.

the first time you ever even said that maybe you loved him, you cringed. it sounded weird, but even when shoko gave you a weird look, you knew that it was to be true.

sometimes, you'd swear that maybe, just maybe, he'd love you back. you'd read too much into stares, and lingering touches.

you'd think too much of how he just always seems to be just around the corner of wherever you'd be, and how he always seemed to be looking at you and only you.

you'd think that because of the smiles his friends throw your way, the fact that getou had spoken to you about him a lot, and how getou always made sure to wave at you when he was with gojo.

how gojo's eyes would seem to light up when he saw you, but maybe that was just his big baby blues, but honestly, anything would have made him look brighter. If you thought about it, maybe it was the sweets you always seemed to have on you, just always specifically for him.

and getou knew, and maybe gojo did too, but the fact that he never changed the way he looked at you meant that he felt the same way too, but he was just afraid to tell you, because that it's quite daunting! and if he needed it, you'd wait till the end of the world for him. this was so embarrassing, you'd think to yourself, finding yourself talking about him for the umpteenth time that day to your friends, who seemed interest in the conversation enough, but you knew they were just waiting for you to stop!

and maybe if you were more rational, you'd think properly. like, well obviously he was basically around every corner, you'd attended the same school and it was just you four students in the year anyway. and obviously he stares a lot, he's pretty unpredictable, and tends to just be super affectionate with everyone.

and getou's your close friend, of course you're gonna be getting smiles from him, because he's your friend. getou obviously is gonna just acknowledge you, because yet again you're his friend. and when you were away from gojo, you could think pretty rationally. "there's no way he likes me" you'd think, and "I gotta stop liking him, this isn't gonna go anywhere." and you were right, but once you saw him again, it was as if you hadn't even considered this at all in the first place, and it was completely gone from your mind. but all in all, no matter what, there was nothing you could do, because if you'd been reading everything wrong, you'd ruin your relationship, and you could never ever be with him at all, not even as his friend anymore. this is the conclusion that you came to one friday night, and honestly, it really did hurt, but then the next day, when he was sitting next to you super close and leaving absolutely no personal space to you, and then it was gone all over again. but when you finally realised, for the first time, that gojo didn't love you at all, was when you'd gone out to the convenience store with gojo, getou and shoko. You'd been standing in the aisle staring at some quick noodles, and gojo's arm had been slung over your shoulder.

you were trying to pretend that you weren't phased at all, but your heart was thumping non-stop in your chest. Shoko had given you a grin and a thumbs up, discreetly to cheer you on and hold yourself together. it had felt, for a moment, quite domestic and romantic. gojo was tactile, you knew this, but you also knew that he wouldn't do this to shoko, so it gave you some doomed hope. not like the hope was gonna last long anyway.

gojo's standing there, with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and he sighs.

your attention turns to him from the generic brand quick noodle brand in your hand, and you frown, worried. "what's wrong?" you ask him, turning your attention back to the quick noodles on the shelf. "i got no baes." he says, blatantly.

you pause, very confused. "what do you mean?" "I mean that I can't get a girlfriend." he says, drooping a little as he even pouts, and you can't help but want to hit him.

you're not prepared for that sucker gut punch that it seems to give you, and you wince a little. you hear a smack in the vague distance, and you can only assume that it's nobara smacking herself in the face in exasperation at gojo, but you can't really think about that just now. after awhile, you hear yourself going; "loser." and you walk away. that's it, that's all you say. but you try not to think too much about it because that's rather normal behaviour.

you join shoko at the counter, and she slaps you reassuringly on the back, and she says that : "he's an idiot." and you have to agree, even if it's half-arsed, and you're muttering while you're staring off. it gives you time to think, because, if he did know that you liked him, and he liked you, wouldn't he just do something about it? in the distance, you hear a small cheer, and you manage to snap out of it. "what just happened?" you ask shoko as you watch gojo jump up and down like a kid, with getou standing next to him, shaking his head in exasperation. shoko looks at you with pity evident on her face. "getou said that he'd hook gojo up with someone." shoko tells you. you can hear the heart beating in your ears, and manage to limit your emotions to a small little frown that only shoko can see. "i'm sorry" she whispers to you, pulling you in for a hug. you shrug, not exactly sure what you're supposed to do in this moment. you're there when gojo first meets yuki. it's been weeks, and you hear about her non-stop. it's always yuki this, yuki that, and you can never seem to escape it. gojo always needs to talk to her, and you just can't take it anymore. and you see her, for the first time, and she's gorgeous. she's sweet, and she's everything you want to be, and in every single way. you want to be the one that gojo is all happy to see, he's chasing her like you would have chased him, like you did chase him. but unlike her, he didn't turn around to see you, as she did for him. the first time you see them hug, shoko's there, holding your hand. because she knows you love him, even if you won't even want to say it yourself. but he's happy with her. you tell yourself, the first time you see them kiss. he's happy with her and that's all that matters. it doesn't matter that he skips hangouts with you to be with her, it doesn't matter that he completely ignores you for her, and it doesn't matter that when you both sparred, and had a clash of powers, both of you were injured and ran to her, only helping her as you laid there bleeding. It doesn't matter.

it doesn't matter that you don't even see him anymore, and that he skipped out on your birthday just because she wanted to see him. and it really, really doesn't matter, when you 'jokingly' tell him that you used to like him, and he laughs and he says "that's funny." because honestly, that hurts, and you really hate it.

you want to resent getou for getting them together, but you can't because you can't even blame him, because, it's not his fault. nothing would have changed the way he saw you, not with yuki around at least.

and god, you couldn't stop thinking about them. how they would hold hands, how he'd offer his jacket for her if she so much as sneezed at the slightest cold weather, and how she would look at him as if he had hung the moon and the sky and the stars. and you look at her, and you think, god, is that how i look at him? but it's okay for her to do that, because he looks at her the same way.

and sometimes, you lie in bed at night by yourself, and you're overcome with the thought that she might be with him right now in another bed somewhere else, and it makes you sick to your stomach, that it's someone else. But no matter what, nothing will change how things have played out.

and it makes you cry. it really does. you think to yourself that if hanahaki really existed, you would be affected by it, no questions asked, and that thought makes you so upset, because honestly, what did you do to deserve this? but the fact that he's happy makes it all worth it. at least, that's what you tell yourself.

[missaengg]

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He toys with your panties like this.

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[ Illicit Gazes ]

Pairings: Teacher! Gojo Satoru x Student! Reader

Summary: You wanted to scream that you weren’t a kid, that you knew what you were doing and feeling. But he never gave you the chance. Nothing even started, yet everything had already ended.

[ WARING TAGS: hurt/comfort, angst, heartbreak, underage, age gap, teacher-student ]

Thinking about making more of this ones, let me know what you think.

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You never meant for it to happen.

It started with small, innocent things. Offering him snacks after a long day. Bringing him his favorite milk tea when you noticed he hadn’t had time to eat. It was just... kindness. You didn’t think anything of it at first. It wasn’t like you were trying to get his attention. He was your teacher and you were his student. It was supposed to be simple.

But somewhere along the way, it stopped being simple.

You started noticing things. How his smile never quite reached his eyes when he was being playful, how the laughter he forced sounded just a little too strained. How, when everyone else was around, he would throw himself into his persona as the untouchable, invincible teacher, but the moment the door closed behind them, there was a crack—a tiny chink in his armor.

And that's when you started falling. Slowly. Imperceptibly.

The way he’d thank you for the snacks, his voice a little softer than usual. The way he you would feel him look at you under that blindfold when you handed him a cup of bubble tea, feeing his gaze lingering on you a beat too long. At first, you brushed it off. It was just how he was, right? Charismatic. Unbothered. Unaffected.

But the more you cared for him, the more you noticed how you were changing.

You found yourself looking forward to those small moments: when you’d bring him dinner after a long day and he’d act like it was the best thing that happened all week, or when you’d sit beside him in silence, just being there, and yet it felt more than enough.

And when you found yourself daydreaming, imagining what it would be like if he’d just look at you like he did everyone else... as if you weren’t just his student. As if you were something more.

The first time you realized you had a crush on him, you were sitting in front of his desk, watching him work late into the night. He was hunched over, looking at something on his phone, tapping away with a focused intensity. The moonlight spilled through the window behind him, casting soft shadows across his face. For a fleeting moment, you allowed yourself to truly look at him. The way his white hair fell messily around his face. How his sharp, almost cruel eyes softened when he wasn’t trying to be a teacher or the strongest. It was like seeing him for the first time.

You watched him for longer than you should have, and when he caught you staring, there was no teasing smile or sarcastic comment. He just stared at you with an unreadable expression, his eyes covered under his usual blindfold lingering on you for just a second too long. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t move. His covered gaze held you in place, a silent understanding passing between the two of you, and for the briefest of moments, it felt like the world outside didn’t exist.

But then he smiled—genuinely this time—and your heart skipped in a way it never had before.

“What? You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of snack. Don’t tell me you’re already craving my sweet treats, (Y/N)”

You’d laughed, nervously, but deep inside, you knew. You knew that it wasn’t just admiration anymore. It was something else. Something dangerous.

And from that moment on, it was harder and harder to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he smiled, when he teased you, or when you saw that flicker of something deeper behind his smile. He didn’t always show it, but you could sense the vulnerability beneath the surface.

But you also knew this wasn’t normal. This wasn’t just a crush—it was something more. Something you shouldn’t feel. Something you could never act on.

And yet, despite your better judgment, every interaction, every word, only made it worse. You were falling deeper, faster, with each passing day.

He didn’t want to fall for you.

He couldn’t.

Gojo Satoru was many things—powerful, untouchable, the strongest—but he wasn’t immune to the temptations that came with being around someone as human as you. You, with your kindness, your gentle words, and the way you never treated him like some god. You always saw him. Truly saw him. Not as a teacher, not as the person who was expected to fix everything. But as a man. A broken one, sure, but still a man.

But Gojo knew better than to let himself get too close to you. It was the same reason he never let himself form real attachments, never let anyone get too close: after all, love was the worst curse of all.

He had seen it, time and time again. The people who cared about him, the ones he cared about—none of them ended up the way they wanted. Whether it was the weight of responsibility, the loss, or simply the pain of caring too much, he had watched it all unravel in the worst possible ways. The ones he loved, the ones who loved him, always ended up broken, lost, or worse. Love only created vulnerability, and vulnerability always led to destruction.

Just like he had.

And you? He couldn’t let you be a part of that. He couldn’t let you be the one he fell for. Because if he let you in, it would be like every other time, every other person. The same pain. The same destruction.

So he kept his distance. Played it off with jokes and light teasing. Kept you at arm’s length, even when it hurt to see you wanting to come closer. You were too pure for that. Too pure to fall for someone like him.

But God, it was getting harder. Every smile you gave him, every little act of care, every time you offered him something as simple as homemade mochi—it broke through his defenses. And that terrified him.

The way you looked at him... the way you worried about him, as if he were anything but a weapon, anything but someone who had been molded by a life of expectations and heartbreak—it tore him apart in ways he couldn’t explain.

It was late one evening when the shift happened—the moment where everything changed but nothing was said. You had been working late again, sitting on the windowsill of his office, idly tracing the edge of a notebook with your fingers as Gojo poured over mission reports.

It was quiet, too quiet. And the silence between the two of you felt too heavy, too thick. You could feel the tension in the air, the space between you expanding with every passing second. You couldn’t stand it anymore.

“You know, you don’t always have to act like you’re invincible”, you said it softly, trying to sound casual.

But your words were laced with more emotion than you intended.

Gojo paused, glancing up from the papers in front of him. He turned to you, taking a second to really look at you, and for a moment, you saw something flicker in his face. It was like he was trying to decide whether to shut you down or admit the truth.

“I don’t have a choice, (Y/N). Not really”

His voice dropped, and you saw something raw in his expression. Something you weren’t supposed to see. He wasn’t just the teacher now. He was a man, broken and tired, someone who had been carrying too much for far too long.

“You don’t have to carry it all alone”

You didn’t realize how much you meant it until the words were already out, the softness in your voice betraying the feelings you had buried so deeply.

Gojo looked at you, and this time, there was no teasing smile. No playful comment. His gaze was intense, even under the blindfold, almost painful to hold. His lips parted as if he were about to say something, but he stopped himself.

“(Y/N), I—”

He paused again, struggling to find the right words, the right excuse to pull back. To keep his distance.

But you couldn’t let him.

“I want to be here for you. I want to help”

There it was. You couldn’t keep pretending anymore. You couldn’t ignore it. You cared about him. More than just a crush. More than just admiration. It was everything, all-consuming, and you were terrified of it.

And Gojo, well, he felt it too. For a brief moment, you saw it—the truth behind his usual mask. He wanted to say something, to make it clear that he couldn’t let this happen. That it couldn’t happen.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his face softened, just slightly. And then he turned away, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for”

But you did.

The next day, Gojo made his decision. It wasn’t dramatic. He didn’t yell, didn’t make a scene. He just... pushed you away. Subtly. Quietly.

You tried to close the distance, to let him know that you were still there, but every time you tried, he was just a little farther out of reach.

And it hurt. But you understood.

This was his curse. The curse of loving and being loved. It was the same reason he’d always kept his distance from others—because love was dangerous. It always led to pain.

And maybe, just maybe, he was trying to protect you from that.

The understanding didn’t make it hurt less.

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selfie! smile, suguru!!! >__o

it's been too long since I drew them, I missed them so much ! I've been struggling to draw lately, I might've had art block but they got me out of it ♡

I tested out my new mechanical pencils, I'm liking them already 😄

[todorokies]

꒰⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ the lady in white ﾉ satoru gojo

cw 𝝑𝑒: fem!reader, sofia falcone (the penguin) inspired reader (she’s evil & a bit deranged), small descriptions of gore & homicide

reformed and rehabilitated. the sorrowing echos of stale gossip of your untimely return into society roams the bare streets warping fiction from reality.

fiery scorching gashes from skull fractures to heavily intricate ligature marks left on tracheas, topped off with cursed energy spewed into the mouths of your victims to spread like acidic wildfire for facial disfigurement.

but the lady in white has been reborn, retired even. reflecting a shiner image towards jujutsu society as you wipe off your murky crimson stained hands to trade for renowned freedom.

solitude is a mere bitter aftertaste in the back of one’s throat. a disease that spreads towards the cerebral cortex and rots from the inside out.

your fallen victims screeches from hell disturb your eardrums, reaching out towards you in confinement until another unfamiliar voice pulls you out of torment.

satoru gojo was his name.

a fellow who undoubtedly holds power in the jujutsu jurisdiction; power you can exploit and leech off from.

a singular requested phone call started it all, duration shorter than fifteen minutes. his voice booms ecstatically through the iced cold silver speakerphone, droplets of connivance wafts in his words underlying that you may be a pawn for future usage.

“…yeah, i’m your ticket out of here. don’t worry i got it from here on out.” he absentmindedly twirls at the cord connecting the payphone.

so you play your part, and you do so dauntingly well, as your upper lip curls meticulously forming a striking smile. large doe eyes void of interest spares a twitch or two, your focus darting from his noir blindfold that covers his blazing blue optics to his wicked grin.

your bleak scarred hand tightens the grip on the phone as you inch closer to the clear crystallized divider separating the two of you. your voice softens, mustering out as a meek request.

“please tell me more.”

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[kumimi3]

₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ Imagine Influencer!Gojo Satoru making a video of you doing his skincare as he stood torso naked in front of you, showing off his Herculean body to the camera. Oh how much he keeps giving u those 'I wanna fuck you' eyes when u would pat the moisturizer on his cheeks, or spread the serum that almost looks like cum--And with that in mind--He makes sure you know he's horny when he smirks and holds your finger to spread the product all over his face that has you remembering him eating you out the night before. It was so intimate and hot, and his fans were sure to make comments about it all over the internet once Satoru posts it on his account, buttttttttt, he'll edit the video later once he finishes fucking u raw in bed until the sun goes up and your hole takes the shape of his dick.

[frenchcoucou]

Wait- 😭😭😭

[adhdduckie]

It is CANON Gojo and Geto are best friends who saw each other as BROTHERS. Gege CONFIRMED this and it’s shown in the manga and anime.

@feeonajax drew this for me rq

also! when did i suggest otherwise? did you not have anything better to do than send me THREE messages about what is canon and not? are you so uncomfortable with the idea that people like to head-canon them as gay, even if it's shown otherwise in the manga? i read the manga you know, I'm aware that they might be straight. and besides, even if i did ship them together, that's my thing! you can't hold my own ship against me, because that's what i want to think, and if it's what i want to think, as long as i'm not shoving it down your throat like you're doing it to me, it's fine! i don't even personally ship them together, but it's funny that you think you can come into my inbox pushing your agenda against me. I'm hoping you don't do this to people who actually write them together as a ship. i did not need to wake up to three of these messages, btw nonnie.

[soapssuds]

Imagine being mad at Satoru, and you both are sitting in the back of the car as Ichiji drives. The atmosphere was tense, and Satoru kept trying to hold your hand the whole time.

"Stop it, Satoru."

He had your hand in his by this point. Your fingers getting intertwined in the process after he wrestles with your fist for a moment to get your fingers to open. It was obvious he wasn't letting you go with the amount of grip he had the moment he got your hand where he wanted, so you did the next best thing. You jutted your fingers out.

He glared at you then before grabbing your fingers with his free hand and pushing them back down so your fingers were interlocking with his own again. Then, in the side of the door, he pulled out some tape.

"Satoru-"

He ignored you as he placed the end of the tape on the back of his hand that was still holding onto yours, and before you could jerk away he started to rapidly cover your intertwined hands in tape.

"There," he said, "we may be fighting, but you're not letting go of my hand."

"You're so infuriating sometimes! What if I have to pee?!"

"We're peeing together then."

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