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“ I thought love would be softer, sweeter, and kinder. I found out with my first love that those thoughts were just a happy delusion. Falling in love with someone is something much more violent, like having your flesh ripped apart ( … )

( … ) When his hands touched my skin through my clothes, there was so much tension, like I’d been pierced by needles. I wanted to rip all of these needles out, strip him naked, and sully that purity... ”

( About Ron Weasley and Blaise Zabini )

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Poke & Slip | A Satoru Gojo x Reader Drabble

summary: you help gojo in more ways that you realize

a/n: it’s December 24th in Japan and twitter is wreck right now so I wrote this to cheer (myself) everyone up. don’t go on there unless you want to have an emotional breakdown

Satoru hadn’t thought it would come to this.

As is the lifestyle he lived, Satoru Gojo had a duty all his life to prepare for the most dire of circumstances. World is suddenly taken over by curses? He must be ready to destroy them all to reinstate balance. Sukuna finds a way to completely take over Yuuji? He must find the strength to fight and defeat his vessel, a student who he has come to cherish. Aliens randomly decide invade Jujutsu Tech? Weirder things have happened and the six-eyes bearer will not pass up the opportunity to be the first person to defeat an alien race.

However, there is one singular thing that Satoru Gojo did not even fathom to encounter, let alone prepare for. One circumstance that was so unforeseen, and one that scared him colossally more than the aforementioned events ever could.

That one thing, is you.

Ever since the departure and subsequent death of his closest ally, Gojo had become content with notion that he will never have someone understand him like Geto did ever again. That bond of friendship, partnership, took time and vulnerability to create and nourish, a vulnerability that Gojo could longer extend. He was the strongest, he was the one everyone relied on, he cannot falter, for the consequences of that would be catastrophic.

So when you came along, all sass and determination, he at first not thought much of you. Sure, you were cute and you were cheeky. You played into his antics but never bludgeoned into submission. He liked that about you, but anyone could be that, you weren’t special.

Except you see him. God, you see him and drives him to near insanity. You know when there’s something off; you know when he’s apprehensive, when he’s uneasy, restless, annoyed, or angry. On the third day of February, after half a day of studying lesson plans, you pointed out how Gojo wasn’t as jovial as he normally is. At first he waved you off, but you pressed further, asking if today marked a day that Gojo would rather wish to forget.

His emotions had overwhelmed him and his blood ran cold, so he abruptly left the classroom you two had been situated in. You went to follow him; however, upon chasing after his figure, he was gone. Probably teleported. You were left alone wondering if you overstepped his boundaries.

Meanwhile, Gojo had indeed teleported, to his luxury penthouse apartment, still in a near neurotic state. You had hit it perfectly on the unstable head, you knew exactly what was amiss with him. And it scared him.

It’s a visceral fear, steady and unchanging, stubborn and firm. A fear of having someone witness the fragility of the strongest, and having them poke at it, until the structure has fallen and the mask has slipped.

Don’t let the mask slip don’t let the mask slip don’t let the mask slip don’t let the mask slip

That became Satoru Gojo’s mantra the proceeding months after the little incident during the cold winter of February.

Except you kept poking. You weren’t deliberate in actions, but it very much affected Satoru as if you were. Every time you pointed out something off about him, every time you offered a smile and a ‘You doing alright? Need to talk?’, every time you brought him a gift because you were worried about him, the persistent leech of fear kept digging it’s grubby claws into Satoru’s brain. You kept poking, his mask kept slipping. And a mantra isn’t a mantra if there’s no purpose behind it, it’s just an anxiety.

One day, news broke of a family member of yours being diagnosed with an illness, and Satoru had found you in the steps leading to Jujutsu Tech in tears. He was conflicted, he didn’t want to leave you alone, that’s an asshole thing to do, but he never was outstanding at comforting people. Especially crying people.

So he sat next to you and waited for your tears to come to halt.

“Thanks Gojo, I like having someone close to me when I cry. Makes me feel less alone.”

He wanted to ask you, but mumbled simply with a ‘you’re welcome.’ However, the question nagged at his consciousness even as he escorted you into the school to begin a day of teaching, and the urge was too much, so he gave in:

“Do you always cry in front of people?”

Gojo cringes immediately, noting how easily that could be taken offensively, but you surprised him with a giggle.

“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. I guess it depends on where I am. Being sad is normal and suppressing stuff is unhealthy, so I let it out. I learned how to not be embarrassed of my feelings.”

Poke, slip.

From then on, Gojo begin to notice just how unguarded you were. When he shared a dessert with you, you were candid about your gratitude and how joyous you were when you tasted the sweet sugar. When Gojo said something out-of-pocket, you were immediate to show your dislike of the comment. Before a mission, you expressed your nervousness and dread. He has given you a cocky smile and had said ‘don’t worry you’re with the strongest!’ but deep down, he kept noting how he was always the one saying ‘don’t worry’ and how much he wished someone would say it to him.

Poke, slip.

Gojo had once looked down on your defenselessness. Now, it was something he admired greatly about you. He’d venture to say he was envious of you but his pride would never admit to feeling such a feeling.

After months of spending time together, you began to invite Gojo over. He had a sneaking suspicion it was because you believed he was lonely (he was) but agreed nonetheless. Quickly learning you were a fellow media buff, movie nights become frequent in both of your routines.

The two of began to watch an anime about superheroes and Gojo expressed his immediate dislike for the main character. Satoru called him a ‘crybaby’ and you retaliated with

“I am too!”

“Well, you’re endearing when you cry, but you expect me to believe the greatest hero is crybaby?” He responded.

Then you hit him with

“Vulnerability will always exist within strength, but more importantly, there is strength in vulnerability.”

Poke, slip.

A year passes of Gojo knowing you, a year of you unknowingly influencing Satoru Gojo’s life. And when a year of knowing you passes, your influence permeates Satoru Gojo the most it has ever and his vulnerability peaks beneath the mask he has so desperately attempted to not let slip.

Satoru Gojo confesses that you have done more than just poke, you have crawled into the crevices of his once-shielded heart, chipping away at the armor. He expresses his desire for you and his desire for your continuous influence, to remain vulnerable to you, for you are the only one to see him for who he truly is.

As he expected, tears fall from your eyes, and when he presses his mouth into yours, he welcomes the salty taste. He welcomes it because it is a physical manifestation of your requited love, just as strong and powerful as your vulnerability.

And when Satoru Gojo gazes lovingly at your sleeping form, right next to him in his bed, he knows of the strength in vulnerability you once spoke of. For it is the 24th night of December, a day he once dreaded, but no such feelings are present. Instead, there is feelings of love and adoration for the person next to him and feelings of excitement and restlessness for the future you two will mold together, the reminder of said future gleaming on your left hand.

Yes, you were the one to poke at Satoru Gojo’s mask. And now, you are the one who gently pries it off, and when it’s time for the mask to be put on, you leave a lingering kiss to the forehead. Selflessly loving the person underneath it, and selflessly loving the person he is when it’s on.

And for the first time in his life, Satoru Gojo is happy he wasn’t prepared.

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Goodbye, monster.. Sometimes I need to be alone.

Bachira Meguru × Kendrick Lamar.

BLLK. ; Ep. 24 — Blue Lock / ブルーロック is a Japanese manga series written by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrated by Yusuke Nomura. ★ I do not own any media used/, referenced. ★ © Kingjwls on Tumblr.

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Have two feral babies

They're siblings and they love to spar with each other, I don't make the rules.

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Clancy and Jack's shadows

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One thing about me is I Will take pictures of random animals I see

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Why is this mind-coded.

Cos anything Miku is mind coded of course

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BEING KILLED IS KIND OF INTERESTING. I LOVE MY NEW QUESTIONABLE SCIENTIST DAUGHTER

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2023 V a l o r a n t art dump

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Mihai coloring

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“Planet.” ##Kurona Ranze

BLLK.; Ep. 24 / Ch. 158 — Blue Lock / ブルーロック is a Japanese manga series written by Muneyuki Kaneshiro and illustrated by Yusuke Nomura. ★ © Kingjwls on Tumblr.

Kurona is one of my favorite characters. Planet Hotline best duo fr.