#jujutsu kaisen megu

[hinamie]

mentor

[toovaeloe]

errands and no game 𝝑𝝔 “Wooooaaahhh!! Oookay, he did not mean to say that.”

fluffy fluff drabble

genderneutral!reader x Satoru Gojo

Gojo and Megumi annoying big brother and annoyed little brother activities

Satoru visits the Fushiguro kiddos, and helps Megumi run an errand for his sister. Gojo however gets distracted by a gorgeous you— although charming you into giving him your number doesn’t exactly go as planned with Megumi around.

☁️🤍☁️

Question: 21 is supposed to be one of your best years, isn’t it? So why was Satoru spending it working, working, working, and oh, walking this stinker to and from the store??

Answer: Megumi wanted to do something nice for his sister, aka the chore of grocery shopping. And Satoru had oh-so graciously volunteered to check in on those kids every once and awhile…(mostly to get out of missions.)

“Hey Megumi, Megumi, let’s get ice cream!” Satoru chirped exuberantly as they walked by the parlor, the 8 year old’s grip on his pant leg the only thing stringing him along the sidewalk and keeping him from stopping in for a frozen treat. “C’moonnn you’re in, like, 3rd grade! 3rd graders love ice cream!!!”

“Tsumiki’s waiting for me. We have to get back.” Megumi dismissed- far too dutifully for a child as he tugged on the white haired oaf’s trousers near his knee, a plastic grocery bag clutched in his other tiny hand. “And I don’t wanna get a treat without her.”

“Awwwwwww,” Satoru whined with melodramatic crankiness, his shoulders dropping and hands shoving into his pockets with a huff as he continued to trudge along, practically curved into the posture of a dissatisfied shrimp. “You’re the most boring, levelheaded kid ever. Seriously, I should hire a babysitter to cart you around…or maybe a prison warden since you’re so ruthless and cruel,” Satoru muttered sulkily.

The little Megumi echoed his huff, irritation creasing his brows. He felt like the one carting Gojo around if anything. “I said I could go by myself. You’re the one who was whining about going with me.”

Just as Gojo was about to give his grand explanation of why he couldn’t let an 8 year old roam the streets by himself, something, or rather someone caught his eye. You.

Within seconds, Satoru was rerouting Megumi with a yank under his armpit towards you. He wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to chat with a beautiful stranger- lay on the charm, woo you with his otherworldly beauty, etcetera etcetera. And to top it all off, he had Megumi with him. Dudes and Chicks dig kids, right? Makes him seem like a down to earth, kind hearted guy.

“Yeah, he’s like a little brother to me. ‘Just taking him out to shop for his sister. Me and the little guy are like this,” Satoru explained to you after stopping you before you could cross the street, speaking as if he was the most charitable philanthropist on earth, crossing his fingers in a show of supposedly how close he and Megumi were. Megumi however, looked at Gojo with the kind of grouchy, wrinkly frown only a child- or perhaps a sphynx cat- could muster.

He had the sole goal of getting home to complete this kind deed he’s done for his sister and see the cheerful smile she would have at his show of appreciation for her. And he wasn’t about to have that be delayed by Gojo’s pathetic attempt at scoring a date.

“Your eyes look weird on your face.”

Megumi pointed straight at you as he bluntly stated his critique. “Seriously, it looks like a 4 year old drew you-“

“Wooooaaahhh!! Oookay,” Satoru quickly covered the cynical kid’s mouth with a nervous chuckle, waving off his words. “Silly little bugger,” He playfully scolded in an attempt to salvage the interaction.

Satoru whipped his head over to Megumi as he moved his hand away from covering his mouth and to his hair, ruffling it into an even worse ebony mess as the boy warded off the giant palm with indignant swats. He was speaking to you, but his words were meant as a reprimand for the mini Fushiguro.“He did not mean to say that,” He’d grit through his teeth with a denotative glare.

“What he probably meant to tell you is how radiant your eyes are- I could stare into them forever, at least,” Gojo recuperated his charm quickly, flashing you an easily dazzling grin that he hoped would get you to at least crack a tiny smile.

“No, they creep me out. In fact, you should wear sunglasses to cover them- like this freak does.” The young tween continued his merciless and unsolicited attack on you with a gesture now to Gojo, before he strolled off with far too much nonchalance for an ankle biter. “I’m going home. Losers.”

You’re too stunned to speak. This is probably the last interaction you’ve expected to have on your way to the store.

“…kids say the darndest things, don’t they?” Gojo hums with an absentminded grin now that the entire run-in has fallen completely flat. “Such creative young minds.”

“Don't go forgetting me, alright? I’ll see you around!!!” He’d shout over his shoulder, a halfhearted promise before sprinting off after the little tike. You can hear the fading sobbing of the guy complaining about the failure, as well attempting to assert his “grown-up status” to the child that ambled on like he had mentally tuned-out his chaser.

What a weird family, you’d probably think to yourself, left to ponder this odd encounter later as you sorted through the produce section.

a/n:

omg I posted writing for my tumblr againn 😛 Gojo adopts the Geto walk in the drabble uhhhh because I said so

Jokes aside I would absolutely cry if I received a creative insult from a child 😔

based off this request on a diff platform that I thought would do better as a minific 🤍

Have a wonderful day/night

[cocomanga]

🤍🖤💖😍💖🖤🤍

[mortemappetens]

With This Treasure

I felt like I needed to contribute a bit more to the Gojo Snr. and Jr. content.

Megu's a Fushiguro by name only.

[mistymuimui]

Megumi haters are pathetic period. Hating him for stupid reasons.

Get hit in the face with a cactus, lame fucks.

[katenikii]

The Itadori problem

[sukutrauma]

wip cooking up

[chaoticstrawberrywerewolf]

I WANT YOU BABEEEEE

[ofamplify]

C U R S E D W O R D S . . . H A N D S S E A L S . . . T H E D A N C E . . . T H E M U S I C . . .

independent & highly selective UTAHIME LORI from jujutsu kaisen . ( c )

[hinamie]

morning glory

[gojolight]

if gojo is back/comes back i think he, yuuji, and megumi will live. if this isnt gojo and gege decides not to have him back, i think yuuji will be the last man standing

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Squish the boi

[mortemappetens]

Satoru Gojo is a "Millennial Dad" Stereotype [Pt. 1]

Sometimes it hits me all over again that Satoru is a Millennial. And when I remember that, I think about how he probably has inherited some very stereotypical “dad” behaviours. At least in the canon, it seems like he got one thing down: embarrass and annoy your teenager to the edge of familial repudiation.

And it’s so funny to imagine that he probably (little story under each point):

Reaches around from the front of the car for “food tax” (and ends up taking an overly zealous bite):

Yuji didn’t know. How can he? He didn’t grow up with a father. And while his grandfather had stepped into the role of father figure, he didn’t exactly possess all of the peculiarities that a “dad” does. So, yes, Yuji didn’t know.

The drive back to campus should go as it always has: on completing a mission, the three first years reward themselves with some sugar and fat heavy comfort foods and eat in Ijichi’s car while Yuji prattles on about one thing or another, Nobara transfers items from her Amazon wishlist to her cart in anticipation for the big paycheque they are due to receive, and Megumi struggles between chewing his food and falling asleep.

What is curious this time, or at the very least uncommon, is that Gojo Sensei had opted to accompanied them to “oversee your progress with strategy and teamwork”.

Curious still is how the moment they had settled into the backseat and Ijichi had started the car, Gojo Sensei reached back an arm from the front passenger seat, palm out.

And Yuji just doesn’t know what to do with it.

He watches silently as Megumi places his pulled pork bao bun on the palm, watches as Sensei retracts his hand, and feels the secondhand offence as Sensei demolishes half of the bun in a single bite before returning the remainder to Megumi-

-Who takes it and continues his munching as if nothing even happened.

But of course, it isn’t over yet. And Yuji didn’t know.

The palm is back, fingertips painted in barbeque sauce.

And Yuji only watches as the fingers wiggle expectantly when they are not given an offering. He watches as Nobara slams her Taiyaki on the palm with an aggravated groan, spilling a bit of its filling, and watches as the hand once again disappears and reappears with a mercilessly beheaded fish-shaped waffle.

And it isn’t over yet, but Yuji feels like he is beginning to know.

The palm flips up again, barbeque sauce and red bean paste blending together in a smear.

Yuji feels like he knows, but- but it doesn’t hurt to confirm.

“Yes, Sensei?” He asks meekly.

“Food tax,” Megumi mumbles.

“More like food theft,” Nobara grumbles.

Hesitantly, Yuji relents and onto the palm he gently places his extra large salted caramel frappuccino - no cream.

And he laments when the cup is returned half empty.

“But why?” He whines at no one in particular.

And because Yuji didn’t grow up with a father and everyone present knows it, nobody answers in consideration for their peer. Instead, the car is filled with Gojo sensei’s cackling as he wipes his sticky palm on Ijichi’s shoulder.

Plays videos on his phone at full volume:

If Yuji hadn’t been asking stupid questions in the middle of a History of the Three Vengeful Spirits class, thus prolonging the lesson beyond its allotted time, Nobara would not have catapulted her rubber at his face.

If Gojo Sensei had not chosen to exercise his authority as a teacher, she would not have been held back to write lines in detention, as if she were still in primary school.

And honestly? It isn’t writing “I will not throw projectiles at my classmates” repeatedly that is setting her nerves.

Gojo Sensei giggles not five minutes after his last fit, and the tip of Nobara’s pencil snaps again. Swallowing down a growl, she pulls out her pencil sharpener.

“Can you stop?” she says through a clenched jaw, and only barely manages to restrain herself from sending her pencil flying when the response she gets is another giggle. “And if you have to, can you not with the Boomer volume?”

Gojo Sensei lifts his stupid turnip head from his phone, stupid lopsided smile on his stupid face. “Huh? Sorry, did you say something? I’m watching this thing called the Skype Laughter Chain. Have you heard of it?”

Pencil sufficiently sharpened but at the risk of snapping in Nobara’s fist, she reminds herself that Sensei has got his Infinity activated. Oh, and she is already in detention. “I know what you’re watching, and that’s my point. If I’m going to be stuck in here all afternoon, I’d like it to be a quiet one.”

Dropping his feet down from their perch on his desk, Sensei simply waves her off. “The point of detention is for you to sit silently and think about why you’re here. Not for me to sit quietly and think about where I’d rather be.”

And so Nobara begrudgingly spent the entirety of her detention listening to Laddergoat, some English instructional video on how to be “emo”, several episodes of Mameshiba, and of course Gojo Sensei giggling as if he he had only just discovered Youtube.

Sneezes so loud, the ground shakes:

Megumi doesn’t embarrass easily. Sure, he is quick to anger, and the reasons why would produce a never-ending list. But his list of things that embarrass him has but two items.

Love confessions (fortunately, high school has thus far spared him from this particular strain of embarrassment as the only two female students find him aggravating, Inumaki senpai seems to have his eyes on someone else, he isn’t a tall woman with a big arse to attract Yuji’s attention, and Panda is… Panda is made out of microfiber stuffing).

Satoru Gojo

As Satoru bites into a chip drowned in pink sauce and far too much pepper, he lets out another thunderous sneeze. And as with the last one and all the others before it, the heads of nearly every patron at the restaurant turns to stare at them. Megumi doubts he can sink any further down his seat without being entirely under their table. It is bad enough that he was dragged out of bed to catch the six am Shinkansen for their monthly trip to Shima Spain Village, but the day is only made worse by Satoru insisting on “dining” on deep fried shit from Hermanos.

Because deep fried anything means the abuse of black pepper.

“Don’t like your food?” Satoru asks, pointing a chip at Megumi’s barely touched tray-acting-plate. “If not, I’m not sharing. You eat what you order.”

Megumi ducks his head away from the view of a passing server who had earlier referred to them as her favourite customers. He makes a mental note to add “Being recognised as a regular customer at Hermanos” to his list of embarrassing things.

“It’s not the food,” he mumbles.

“Was it the Tomatina? Made you sick? I think I’ve got some peppermint in my bumbag-”

“It’s not the ride and for the love of fuck do not wear it that way.” Megumi wonders if “Satoru Gojo wearing a bumbag around his waist” falls under list item two or if it is severe enough to be on its own.

Satoru pauses his interrogation long enough to eat another pink-saucy-black-peppery chip, and of course sneezes loud enough that a toddler somewhere actually pauses its crying from the sheer shock of it.

“What is it then, Megu? Is it the park? Come on, you used to love it here!” he says, wiping his nose.

If they were not in public, Megumi would have attempted his first Black Flash. “It’s not the park. Why do you have to fucking sneeze like that? You’re embarrassing me!”

Satoru smiles something cryptic and pushes the pepper shaker to the side. “When you become a father, you’ll get it. I just hope your kids treat you better!”

Neither of them mention that the likelihood of Megumi becoming a father is nil, considering their line of work. The reminder of their mortality simply hangs unaddressed in the air, just as it always has.

Megumi watches as Satoru carefully selects the least abused chips and lifts them to his mouth.

“Eat your food. We’re going to Cibeles Plaza next for face painting,” he says, before stuffing his mouth with the chips.

Megumi wants to die.

“I think I’ll get something new this time. Think they’ll do Doraemon for me? And I’m assuming you want to get a Shiba Inu, as usual?”

Shares and laughs at his own Dad Jokes:

“Hey, Yuji, wanna hear a joke?”

Yuji turns away from the wooden dummy he had been going through some forms with. “Um, sure?”

By now, Nobara has given up on her stretches and Megumi has inclined his head in interest from where he lay sweaty and exhausted on the floor after having had his arse handed to him by Sensei. The three watch as their teacher claps his hands together once before flashing them two thumbs ups.

“Two men rob a liquor store. One of them grabs a bottle and asks the other, ‘is this whiskey?’. The other says, ‘not as wisky as wobbing a bank’”.

Yuji actually has to remind his face to at least offer up a smile. Nobara and Megumi are less generous.

“That was-” Yuji starts, words faltering amidst Sensei’s giggling.

“-bad.” Megumi completes his sentence, and his thoughts, really.

“That was dad,” Nobara adds.

Sensei stops giggling at their replies, his smile dropping only for a moment. “Okay, so that one was an epic fail. This next one will have you all rolling. What do you call a zombie that doesn’t joke around?”

The dramatic pause leaves Yuji feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Dead serious.”

Sensei’s giggling makes him feel worse.

“Oh come on! That was a good one!” Sensei whines, before he frowns and crosses  his arms petulantly. “Fine then, let’s hear one of yours. Megu?”

Megumi sits up and stares blankly up at him. “What is the difference between acne and a Catholic priest? Acne doesn’t come on your face until you’re 12.”

Yuji, Nobara and Sensei’s collective gasps drowns out Megumi’s quiet chuckles.

“Jesus Christ, Megumi!” Yuji squeaks.

This does not act as the deterrent he wishes it did.

“What did the man say when his girlfriend accused him of being a paedophile? ‘That’s a big word for a five year old’.” It still is only Megumi who chuckles at his own joke.

“Who raised-” Gojo Sensei has never looked paler. “Where did I go wrong?”

“What’s the hardest part of a vegetable to eat?” This time it is Megumi inserting the dramatic pause. “The wheelchair.”

“MEGUMI!”

[mistymuimui]

Blushing. Megu is also cute

[fushiglow]

Gojo cares a lot, actually

Perspective and empathy in Jujutsu Kaisen

Once again, I see accusations that Gojo only cared about people in relation to their strength. I can't believe that 236 and 261 haven't put this idea to bed already, but let's go over it again for the class. Here are some thoughts on the importance of perspective and empathy in JJK. Spoilers for chapter 266 ahead!

In 236, Gojo tells Geto he loves everyone. This single line, direct from the man's mouth, should be enough. However, moments later, Nanami says, "You never cared about protecting people". So why do some readers only take one of these perspectives at face value?

Perspective matters in JJK. Often, characters and even the narrator state things that are only true from their perspective in a given moment. What you choose to believe says more about you than it does about them — an idea I explored in my analysis of 236.

This is particularly important when it comes to Gojo and Megumi, because the moment they meet is the only (?) scene in the whole of JJK that we get to see from two perspectives.

The second time, the reader understands the emotional weight of it for Gojo — but Megumi doesn't. He's kept in the dark, so of course he thinks about their meeting in different terms.

Once again, whose perspective are we going to take at face value? From Megumi's point of view, he wasn't offered a choice. From Gojo's point of view, he extended to a child the little agency available to him.

Offering a choice is something Gojo does consistently throughout JJK — pick your hell. It's one of the ways he shows care for others that goes unrecognised, so it's ironic that readers and characters alike misinterpret it for a lack of empathy. However, this is no coincidence.

For much of the series, Gege keeps Gojo at a narrative distance from the reader. Most of what we know about Gojo comes from what other characters tell us, and our view of him is therefore coloured by their perspective.

However, while Gojo laments the distance between himself and others, he fails to recognise that he's the one maintaining it — and not because of his strength or his technique. He has admirable goals, but he chooses to work towards them alone.

There are many occasions where characters reach for Gojo, but he refuses to let them past his metaphorical Infinity out of a sense of duty and perhaps misplaced belief that he alone can or should bear this heavy burden.

All of Gojo's actions are about preserving the humanity of others at the expense of his own. That's precisely why he chooses to become the "monster" alone. In this way, Gojo is flawed but he isn't uncaring. Again, it's a matter of perspective.

Gojo sees strength as the solution because it's all he's ever known. However, recognising the strength of others doesn't mean that's all he sees — because Gojo knows that dehumanisation acutely. What's more, 261 also suggests he thinks of "strength" in different terms to others.

When they meet, Gojo tells Megumi not to get left behind. However, he later says he was "left behind" when Geto defected. We know Gojo's physical strength eclipsed Geto's, yet Gojo only refers to himself as "the strongest" alone after Geto dies.

Before that point, there's nothing in the text to suggest that Gojo ever stopped thinking of the pair of them as "the strongest" — as a unit, as a duo. This suggests that strength, for Gojo, is something much more intangible, much more sympathetic, and much more human too.

What do the strongest characters in JJK all have in common? Indomitable will, courage in their convictions, an overwhelming sense of self. Looking at strength through this lens shines a new light on Gojo's goal of raising "strong" allies.

When he forces a third option in Shibuya, Gojo proves that strength doesn't have to come at the expense of compassion. In the later chapters of the Shinjuku Showdown arc, Yuta, Yuji, and the rest of Gojo's allies reinforce that idea ten times over, and I have every belief that Megumi will soon do the same.

To suggest Gojo only saved Megumi for his technique is unfair when he has consistently proven himself committed to protecting the futures of others, even "weak" non-sorcerers who have nothing to offer him. Once again, it's all a matter of perspective.

Gojo's way of caring is still caring, even if it doesn't look familiar to you. His only flaw was closing himself off from others and choosing to care from afar. However, just like Gojo never stopped reaching for Geto after he left, Gojo's allies never stopped reaching for him.

There's a phrase we use to describe looking at things from another perspective: putting yourself in someone else's shoes. I think it's very telling that Gojo's allies have taken that literally — Yuta by stepping into his skin, and Yuji by standing in his place in 266.

TL;DR: Gojo cares a lot, actually. If Gojo talking about his innermost feelings can't make you empathise, and the students he supposedly "doesn't care about" recognising his burdens can't make you empathise?

Well, that says far more about you than it does about him.

Come read my fics about this!

In His Shadow explores the ways Gojo keeps his distance from Megumi, who isn't equipped with the tools he needs to reach him but finds his own ways to show he cares, born from ten years of history together.

Rivers Crossed, Mountains Scaled explores Gojo and Megumi's relationship through the vehicle of SatoSugu — why Gojo took him in, whether Gojo really gave him a choice, how Gojo sees him.

Hope you enjoyed the post! I love you, Gege Akutami ♥️

[ethereange]

there was nothing in this world that could have felt so close yet so far at the same time. it happened right in front of you. and you didn't move.

you couldn't, you told yourself. your organs were stabbed. your heart was crumbling. you couldn't move.

but you could.

snap out of it! megumi would say that, wouldn't he?

if he were here.

but he wasn't, he was on the other side of the screen- the one you constantly wavered back and forth from gluing your eyes to or gluing them shut as you huddled with your fellow sorcerers.

it's sukuna. and with his markings and red pupils, anyone could see that.

it's sukuna. because megumi would never push his hair back like that, would never smirk like that. he would never... try to kill gojo. it made you want you to throw up.

it's sukuna. so why did he have to choose megumi?

because he's strong. he's still in there, you thought. you hoped.

the two strongest in the world clashing before you, displayed like some horrific movie.

please fight back, you pleaded. please don't give up.

half of your heart crawled its way to your throat, choking you as tears spilled. but for just a second, it stopped. and for a moment, breath couldn't find its way into your lungs.

because the other half of you was dying, was giving up.

and you wished with every fiber of your being that this was all just a movie.

you took the half of me that i needed and how'd you walk away so easy? it's almost like you like to let me down you took half of me, could you leave it? and go back to when we were speaking i hate the fact that i miss you around