#not to be dramatic but Yuuji and nobara will kill people for megumi

[gojossocks]

Gossips and Convenience Stores

Pairing: Gojo x reader

Summary: just some jjk first years gossiping lmao. Implied that Geto didn’t turn batshit crazy and killed a lot of people.

a/n: this is probably an epilogue to a series I’ve been wanting to write for a while. lmk if you guys liked it ! <33

“I wonder when Gojo-sensei will ask Y/N-sensei out.” Nobara asks, before taking a bite of her onigiri.

Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi were all sitting together in an empty parking lot outside a convenience store, something that has become a routine after a tiring mission.

It’s midnight. Most of the diners are closed and the only store open was the 7/11, just a few blocks away from Jujutsu High.

“It’s kinda annoying,” She continued. “Every time I see that damned teacher around her, he gets more annoying. That’s a given since he’s more annoying than when he’s with Geto-sensei. If that’s his way of flirting then I don’t think he could ever pull her.”

Megumi snorts at Nobara’s keen observation. “I’m surprised you noticed that.”

She rolls her eyes before glaring at Megumi, “How could I not? Even our principal notices it. Hell, even Yuuji knows it. Right?!” She turned to look at Yuuji, who shrugged mindlessly while eating his noodles.

“I don’t know, he does talk about her all the time. Whenever I ask what’s their history or whatever, he says they were long time friends.”

Megumi snorted at the statement, earning a look from his classmates.

“What’s that look you got, Fushiguro?” Nobara accuses him. He replies with a hum.

Nobara sighs before clicking her tongue. “Anyway, I know you know a lot about those two because Maki-san told me you basically grew up with having them around. Besides, he always asks you to bring pizza for Y/N-sensei. I think it was an unrequited thing, don’t you think? I mean she’s way out of his league if you ask me.” She says confidently.

Megumi knew that this was bound to happen but he never thought that he would have to explain the situation this early. He really hates it when people gossip about his life— and that extends to Y/N. He met Satoru and Y/N when he was 6 years old. Most of his childhood, he and Tsumiki stayed with the Gojos.

“They used to be together.” Megumi mumbles, looking down at his shoes. He then looks up at his friends when the both of them yell ‘HUH?!’ in unison. He couldn’t blame them though. Satoru and Y/N’s acting skills as if they were never together in the first place really fooled a lot of people, especially the people who don’t know anything about them.

“Yeah,” He says, trying to act as nonchalant as possible. Megumi takes a sip from his pepsi, in hopes to escape Nobara and Yuji’s interested gaze. “They’re marrie— could you both shut up for a bit?” He grumbles in annoyance.

Nobara scooches closer to Megumi. “Oh my god, tell me everything.”

He rolled his eyes but continued anyway. “They were in an arranged marriage as far as I know. They were together for 8 years. I think they’ve known each other for much longer, though.”

“Oh he definitely fumbled the bag.”

Yuji stares at him with his mouth agape. His eyes suddenly widened as he dramatically gasped, “Is that why you accidentally called Y/N sensei ‘mom’ ?!”

Megumi feels blood rising from his cheeks. He quickly looks down at his shoes once more to prevent Nobara and Yuji from seeing him embarrassed. Both of them started giggling.

“So that means you call Gojo-sensei ‘daddy’ huh?” Nobara smirked at the onyx haired boy. Megumi chokes on his drink before muttering a ‘shut up, I don’t.’

“So why did they break up?” Yuuji asks.

“I’m not really sure. They try to keep us out of their problems. Y/N just packed up one day and that was it. We kept in touch but she made me promise not to tell Gojo anything. Anyway, that’s it, stop questioning me.”

Nobara points a finger accusingly at the empty parking lot, “I bet he has commitment issues. Yeah, just by looking at him, he’s definitely the type to have one.”

“They have been together, for 8 years.” Megumi deadpans.

“Damn, adults are complicated.” Yuuji whines. “They’d look great together though.”

“He still fumbled! I bet my new perfume on that. To be honest, I don’t really see Y/N sensei with him. He seems chaotic enough as he is.”

“That’s a little harsh.”

“Well, she tolerates us,” Yuji adds, “Besides I don’t think Gojo-sensei will ask her out. Earlier, I saw Y/N-sensei on a date. I just forgot to tell you guys.”

Even Megumi doesn’t know that.

“What?!” Nobara exclaims, standing up. “C’mon, it’s 2 am. I need to get my beauty rest. I’ll get the Y/N and Gojo lore this week. I can’t wait to interview Geto-sensei!”

“That’s invading their privacy.” Megumi sighs.

Nobara and Yuuji kept asking Megumi questions, theorizing and pestering each other. The three of them talked (read: argue) on the way home, too engrossed in the mystery of Gojo and Y/N’s relationship.

Meanwhile they fail to notice their teacher casually leaning on the wall beside the convenience store, chuckling at his students’ curiosity.

Gojo shakes his head before heading off to god knows where.

gojo u naughty boi why are u out at 2 am wanna read more?

[dr4k3n0]

Bumps and Bruises --Fushiguro x f!reader

Synopsis: After a small mishap during training, you found yourself a bratty Megumi.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: crackfic, Gojo being Gojo, fluff

Megumi has never been the best at close combat fighting. Hence he found himself grumbling to himself when Gojo announced that today's training would specifically be on close combat.

The agitated ravenet stood with his arms crossed with a glare plastered on his face. He was making sure Gojo could see it with all 6 of his eyes. If looks could kill, this would be a mass murder.

"Since we are doing close combat today, here's how it will go," Gojo began.

"You all will be defending against one of Principle Yaga's cursed corpses. If you can last for 5 minutes, you pass. If you don't, you fail, easy as that." He said with a stupid-looking smile.

Small nods and hums of acknowledgment were all that Gojo got back as a response. He sighed defeatedly before clapping his hands dramatically above his head.

"Now, you all will be fighting different cursed corpses based on your current fighting and defending skills," Gojo began explaining once again.

-

As you stood between Nobara and Megumi, your gaze slowly shifted to Megumi. Gojo's words began to all blur together. You already knew the rules and how this worked. But you couldn't help but admire Megumi, he stood with his arms crossed, looking very unamused. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself when you saw his little pout.

Your eyes then traveled to his spikey raven-black hair. Then to his beautiful blue eyes. Now finally, his pretty pink lips. He was gorgeous.

-

"Y/n," Your paintbrush for a teacher called. You snapped back to reality and quickly replied with, "Yea?" You could tell he was eyeing you through his mask. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he began to speak again. "Y/n, you need to start paying attention. Looking at your boyfriend isn't going to explain the instructions to you." You blinked in shock as your mouth fell agape at what your teacher just said.

Yuuji and Nobara -- the little demons they were-- failed to hold in an obnoxiously loud laugh, and you sent them both a glare as they laughed uncontrollably. Megumi looked away from all the chaos trying to hide his blush, but also a small smile that began to take form on his lips.

Eventually, you decided to cover your face and nod to spare yourself any more embarrassment. Gojo sneered at you, he was overly proud of what he said, and you knew it.

Once Nobara and Yuuji calmed down to the point it was only little giggles every once in a while, he soon began the instructions again, "Now, go find a spot on the field and begin when I say," Gojo said as he walked off towards the bleachers.

You all began walking towards the field. Yuuji and Nobara made jokes about the way Gojo had embarrassed you, while you stayed quiet beside Megumi.

"Did you see her face when he said that?!" Yuuji giggled as he tried to impersonate the face that you made.

Nobara was cackling at the sight, clutching her stomach at how hard she was laughing. You watched them make fun of you with an unamused look on your face. Three not-to-be-named people are going to die tonight. That's for sure.

An exasperated sigh left your lips. You were beginning to plot the murderers you were about to commit. All three would suddenly go missing, and when their bodies are found, their faces will be sma-

-

"So..." Megumi said trying to break the silence.

Your eyes landed on Megumi after he broke you out of your thoughts. And like magic, all thoughts of murder left your mind.. for now. But, as far as you were concerned, Megumi's presence was all you wanted and needed right now.

"'m sorry if I embarrassed you, Gumi.." You finally decided to utter out.

You were glad that Yuuji and Nobara were too busy cackling about how embarrassed you were for once. If they heard this, you both would never hear the end of this.

Megumi could feel his face begin to heat up remembering the previous moment. He thought it was admirable that you were even bothering to look at him. To Megumi, he wasn't much of a sight to be compared to you. The fact that you were even with him, as his partner, still manages to boggle his mind. That is why he found himself smiling at his idiotic teacher's words.

"You didn't embarrass me.." Megumi mumbled quietly.

It went quiet again after his words finally registered in your head. You smiled to yourself already beginning to feel a bit less embarrassed about it.

You let out a small sigh of relief. The rest of the walk to the field was spent in comfortable silence as the leaves crunched under your feet with each step.

Soon enough, you and Megumi had made it to the field where Yuuji and Nobara stood waiting for Gojo to come back. You both joined them there.

Nobara and Yuuji were arguing about something as per usual, and you and Megumi just listened to the chaos. That was until you heard a dreadful screech. You all covered your ears and looked in the direction of the noise, and it was none other than your teacher with a megaphone.

"Alright now that I have your attention-" Gojo started, as if he was trying to play off the terrible noise the contraption just made.

"Who wants to go first?" Gojo stated. He stood awfully calm beside the cursed corpses you all would potentially be fighting against.

Silence wafted through the whole campus. All you could hear was the wind blowing through the trees and if you listened close enough, you could even hear crickets chirping. As the wind continued to blow, Yuuji eventually sneezed, ending the silence.

"Yuuji! Thanks for volunteering! You're going to be fighting this one with the blue gloves. Remember, n-" The megaphone began to squeak as Gojo was about to say something else and the high-pitched sound made you wince and cover your ears.

Bang

Bang

Bang

"Come. On. You. Piece. Of. Shi- Oh, there we go!" Gojo smiled triumphantly as he smacked the megaphone on the bleachers between words.

"As I was saying, no cursed technique. Now, are you ready Yuuji?" Gojo continued.

"No- wait I dont wan-" Yuuji began.

"3"

"Wait Gojo, I don-"

"2"

"Wait-"

"1"

"Begin!" Gojo shouted into the megaphone, before messing with the extra noises and playing a siren noise.

The cursed corpse with the blue gloves charged at Yuuji. It ended up punching him straight in the jaw before Yuuji even registered it was starting. You all winced in sympathy for the boy. That's gonna hurt in the morning...

Yuuji soon recovered and began blocking the cursed corpse attacks, and was slowly able to dish out some of his own punches. This went on for a while until Yuuji managed to grab the cursed corpse and hold it down, causing Gojo to end his time early since he basically stopped it.

Next, he called Megumi, and you could tell from the face Megumi made, he was not happy. With an eye-roll Megumi stepped forward and got into a fighting stance while Gojo smiled at him mischievously.

"Alright, 5 minutes, ready.. set, go!" Gojo yelled into the megaphone while activating the same siren noise on the contraption.

The cursed corpse charged at Megumi, and at first, he did well. He managed to block and stop a decent amount of the attacks from the cursed corpse, landing some of his own hits too.

But, after three-ish minutes, you could tell Megumi was getting more tired, and the cursed corpse started landing more hits. Once the time was up, Gojo got the cursed corpse to stop and Megumi walked back over to you with a huff. He had a bit of a bloody nose, a busted lip, and what would probably be a black eye in the morning.

He sighed quietly and wiped his nose on his uniform before giving Gojo a look.

"I'm going to clean up," He stated, not caring if he technically had to ask, he was going.

Gojo gave him a look before chuckling as he watched Megumi grab your hand and practically dragged you to the school with him. You give Gojo a confused shrug before catching up with Megumi and walking beside him.

"Alright, I'll give you all a 15 minute break, better not go make out during that time you two!" Gojo called after you both.

Megumi grumbled under his breath at Gojo's words before his gaze shifted to you and his gaze almost seemed to soften a bit. He pushed open the doors of the school leading you to the boys bathroom, and locking it behind the both of you.

"God he's so annoying," He muttered while letting go of your hand and then looking around the bathroom for some bandages that were usually left in there.

"Gotta say I have to agree-" You add while placing your hands on his shoulder and moving him to lean against the counter of the sink.

Finding the bandages and getting a tissue, you set the now open med kit beside him and begin to gently wipe away the blood from his nose.

"That cursed corpse got you good, Megs," you comment while tossing the dirty tissue into the trash, and then focusing on the cut on his lip.

"Shut up," Megumi muttered in mock annoyance, giving you a fake glare while swatting your hand away from his face.

"God, you're almost as annoying as him," He adds, trying his hardest not to smile from his words, because really, he didn't mean it.

"Am I now?" You muse while grabbing his hand with one hand and then placing your other hand on his chin, tilting his head down to look at you. "I'd have to say I disagree with you," You add with a mischievous smile.

"I will beat you with a stick- I swear to God," he utters out while swatting your hands away again and leaning away from you.

His eyes linger on your figure while you laughed at his reaction. Yet, he couldn't help but smile and let out a small chuckle. He then wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him while he carefully brushed some hair behind your ear.

Your eyes lingered on his, your lips parting slightly as he held you close. And he almost laughed at how quickly his actions managed to shut you up. He then smiled at you for a moment and placed a soft kiss to your forehead, while his other hand moved to cradle your jaw.

His thumb brushed against your cheek carefully before he leaned back a little to look into your eyes. He chuckled at how you almost seemed to melt into his touch.

"You gonna keep your mouth shut, now?" He quipped while caressing your jaw with his thumb.

It almost took you a moment to snap out of your thoughts, but you soon smiled happily and wrapped your arms around him. "No, wait- now give me a proper kiss," You whine while looking at him with puppy eyes.

"Nah, that can wait," Megumi mused with a smirk. He then completely pulled away from you and made his way to the exit.

"You comin'? It's your turn to get attacked by the cursed corpse," Megumi added while placing his hands in his pockets and walking out of the bathroom, leaving you there wanting more.

God, was he annoying.

[elimf]

(totally didnt turn into an excited fangirl when i saw your june blues post)

i would like to make a request your honour. i was thinking of grumpy megumi x sunshine yuuji, along with internalised homophobia on megumi's end. no details no nothing. do whatever you wanna do. i would eat it up and devour it hehheeh

prompts i used:

making heart eyes when the other is giving their best at something/ or even just talking in general

&

"i'm straight, okay? i couldn’t be anything else but straight.”

tw: internalised homophobia

June 2 '24

yuuji annoyed megumi a lot. everyone knew that. megumi was plenty vocal about it after all.

but what people didn't realise was, yuuji annoyed megumi in ways he couldn't understand. or maybe he did understand but he couldn't accept it. even if he somehow accepted it, saying it out loud would kill him.

megumi wasn't dramatic. so if he was fearing something, it was a serious deal. at least for him. and he couldn't accept being afraid of something.

so the easy thing to do was, to hate it.

megumi hated it when yuuji would smile at him.

megumi hated it when yuuji would bring extra food for him.

megumi hated it when yuuji shared his water bottle, which he puts to his mouth, with him.

megumi especially hated it when yuuji did what he was doing right now.

geography wasn't itadori's strongest subject. the currents of the wind and the science behind a cyclone went right above his head. he made a plane flying above his head motion to put his point across. megumi sighed and eventually agreed to tutor his classmate.

"is it wrong to even call him my friend?" megumi shook the thought out of his head. "whatever i don't care. yuuji is not that important to me anyways."

megumi sat adjacent to him as he and yuuji sat in the almost empty classroom. it was recess and most of the students were out playing or hanging out with their friends from other sections.

but the boy found himself struggling with the subject, himself. he kept reading the same sentence again and again and yet nothing went inside his skull. his face turned into a scowl. closing his eyes he heaved a long breath.

"can you stop fucking looking at me like that, itadori?" he gritted his teeth.

"like what? i am not doing anything." yuuji replied, with that- that fucking look on his face.

"like like that- it's weird and it's anno-"

"huh? what do you mean?" the pink haired boy still looked clueless as fuck.

"nevermind." megumi pinched his nose. he took a long inhale and repeated a "calm down" to himself. he didn't wanna sound rude or like a bigot as nobara says.

yuuji was out. proudly pansexual. and the star player of school's football team.

whatever.

the session finally started. it went well for 45 minutes. yuuji was actually understanding the words of his geography books for once. he felt a pressure relieve off his shoulders. he is not gonna fail in the upcoming test now.

yuuji felt immense gratefulness towards his friend. megumi didn't have to, but he did. he beamed at him. gratitude in his eyes. he was like that. pure at heart and an angel towards everyone. and he felt proud of himself when girls told him they felt safe around him.

megumi was a total grump on the other hand. girls did not feel safe around him. they were visibly intimidated by the black haired boy. his reputation as a delinquent didn't help his case much. megumi didn't care. even if it might have affected him in the beginning, just a little bit though.

"you are doing it again." megumi's eyebrows furrowed.

"what?"

"that look. you look like i am explaining something really interesting to you." megumi rolled his eyes. "as if i hung the stars in the sky. or as if i am the most beautiful person you have ever seen."

"you are. yes and yes." yuuji replied affirmatively to everything, looking too calm and normal for megumi's flustered self.

no the fuck he wasn't. bullshit.

"shut up." he looked away, towards the book, frowning.

"okay!" yuuji, did in fact, shut up.

for a minute.

"wait." he gasped. "you think you aren't, don't you?"

megumi didn't reply, just looked at him incredulously.

"oh my God. megumi! you are the prettiest boy i have ever seen! i know i know you don't like people fussing over your looks. but i thought you were like that because you were aware of them already."

yuuji really did pay too much attention to him. megumi thought. megumi felt his face getting warmer. he could practically feel his ears turning red. and weirdly, so weirdly, he felt something in his chest. something weird and a little tingly?

"and honestly, when you explain something, you look even prettier. you know when you are concentrated and focusing on your studies? i've seen you during class-" megumi's head snapped towards him. he didn't look the happiest, eyebrows knitted together. "especially your eyes! your eyelashes are so long. they make you look-"

"i'm straight, okay?" yuuji shut up.

"...okay?" he replied after a minute of complete silence.

"so stop it. stop whatever you are tryna do. i don't like it."

"what do you-"

"just- just shut up. i'm straight. i couldn’t be anything else but straight.” megumi answered, slamming the book shut. "it's disgusting. have you no shame? that's not how guys talk to each other. stop it, just fucking stop it. got it?"

yuuji was completely quiet. but megumi saw what was unsaid. there was hurt in his eyes.

his classmates, who were still in class during the break, turned around to look at the commotion. the chatter stopped. everyone looked back at the two boys.

he stood up, scoffing. "enough studying for today. you're clearly more focused on me than what you came here for."

"i never said you weren't straight." yuuji sounded so unlike him. there wasn't the boldness in his voice that he always had. that kind voice with a timbre. there wasn't that sparkle, that shine in his gorgeous brown eyes. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

megumi couldn't answer to that. he was just frozen.

he felt his heart clench. yuuji like that, that didn't look correct. that looked wrong. so very wrong.

no one deserved to make him look like that.

but it was he himself who was the reason for the hurt that flashed over yuuji's face.

fuck.

"look. i'm sorry." yuuji got up. picking up his book and stationery. he smiled again, but God that smiled didn't look right. "it's okay. not everyone's comfortable with these things. i know."

megumi could do nothing but stare at him.

"i'll take my leave now. thank you for spending your time on me. you really helped me a lot."

but before he could gather the courage to stop him, yuuji had already dashed out of the room.

megumi felt his heart ache. within a matter of a few minutes, yuuji made him feel more than he did in the whole week.

"what the fuck?" he shook himself off of that feeling. albeit after five minutes of complete silence and a chaos of a mind. he put his hands in his pocket and got out of the class.

"tsk." the bell rang. he hadn't eaten. and now he was more annoyed than the start of the lunch time. "fucking hate this day."

the day turned worse as feelings clawed at his heart. it wasn't until night that bouts of self doubt and contemplation began creeping up.

megumi hated it when yuuji made him feel scared.

megumi hated it when yuuji mirrored the truth he was so afraid of that he resorted to feeling disgusted and repulsed by it.

megumi hated it when yuuji made his heart feel what he had never felt in his life.

was it hate or was it fear?

do i fucking like him?

[cherryys]

The thing about his personality is that he's not mean or disrespectful or thinks himself better than anyone. He's pretty down-to-earth and rational most times. Hell, the reason we're in this mess to begin with is because he saw a good person and didn't want him to die. He doesn't think himself a lone wolf or does any sort of dramatic "i'm going to do it on my own". He's always worried for his teammates' safety at all times but not too overbearing where he thinks they can't handle themselves, so i'm really confused on why people dislike his "cold, distant act" even though it's very clear he's distant due to his upbringing and his friends even help him out of his shell. He's just chill most of the time lmao

As for the Potential Man (augh) jokes i feel it's kind of meta irony. Kids are always told they need to reach their "potential" and that if they haven't done so yet then they're not trying hard enough. I kinda relate to it on a personal level cause I was also told i had so much "potential" to be great and i feel it's wasted on me, and this is a common occurence between gifted kids in general: burn out. That's also symbolic of what Megumi is experiencing right now in the abyss: he's been told he could become great so many times that he lost the drive to even do good at this point. So for people to keep making jokes about it feels like the point went right over their head (or maybe im reading too much into it) but for Megumi he COULD've become great. Hell, he already was reaching that point as we've seen in his Culling Games Arc, but unfortunately it was cut short by Sukuna taking over his body. How the hell is that his fault? He didn't even take it lying down or anything, he still fought tooth and nail anf saved Yuuji and Maki until the bath, when Sukuna FORCED him to give up. But sure the 15 year old should've just brought a towel and dried himself off or something lmao

Also, you are 100% right about the Shibuya thing. idk why it's an unpopular opinion considering Sukuna literally says "I'll kill every human in Shibuya." So he was gonna do it regardless. Hell, Megumu even unintentionally saved 60 meters worth of Shibuya because Sukuna reduced the radius for Megumi, which also happens to be where the main cast was. (Maki, Nanami, Nobara, Kusukabe, Panda, ETC.)

Anyways I really hope gege gives Megumi a W for once 😞🙏

Some characters I feel like are impossible to genuinely hate unless you just have no heart.

[lunaekalenda]

C A M M I N G . J P / 1

warnings: camboy!gojo, teacher x student, voyeurism, masturbation, neutral gn fem bodied reader, a little shitty cause it’s an introduction lol, i’m not really happy w the result tho

There isn’t a rule Gojo hates more on the Jujutsu Tech School than the one that allows students to bring laptops to class.

It has nothing to do with his way of giving class, and he didn't vote for it when the teachers reunited not long ago. Even when his classes are usually theory – he had nothing against practical lessons, but he was extremely lazy –, talking to a group of students whose eyes where fixed on screens didn't fill his teacher ego. Specially on your class, the older ones, who decided to specialize on the Tokyo School. It was a little course, just one more than the three students he started to give class almost six years ago, when they weren't more than teenagers. Time passes fast, he thinks, as he looks at his four students in front of him.

Yuuji, who entered without knowing anything about Jujutsu, and he's now one of the strongest, still harboring the King of Curses inside him, totally under control. Gojo has always admired the patience and the inner dialogue Yuuji was capable to set with Sukuna, and he's glad to see the guy and the curse got a strange friendship respecting each other's interests. In anyway, he has still strict orders of killing Itadori if Sukuna tries to take control. And immediately after, taking his own life for being unable to control it. That's a little dramatic, and he may even think about escaping to Canada with a new name and a new life, but he's still aware of his destiny.

On the table right next to him, Megumi plays with a pen, silently listening to whatever Yuuji is telling him with a big smile. Gojo feels how his 33 years gain weight on his back. He saw Megumi grow, become the man he's today, with almost 20 years. Gojo knows he's one of his most capable students, getting ready to reach the highest sorcery grade. He works hard, and he's ready to become one of the biggest sorcerers of the moment.

On the other side of the class, Nobara Kugisaki shows something to you on her phone. Nobara is still stuck on her 15, with that capricious and teen behavior, but, at the same time, Gojo knows perfectly she uses it as a shield. After the things she suffered, well, all of them, it's normal to have psychological as well as physical sequelae. Gojo respects her, and he's always surprised for the strength that the girl has inside her. Next to her, you.

Gojo Satoru is always curious about his students, but he has to admit that you, who entered with almost 18 a couple years ago, transferred from Kyoto to Tokyo, are still a whole world of unknown things he wants to discover. You had an easy time to adapt to the existent group and easily became friends with all of them. It's common to find you training with Yuuji, talking with Megumi or shopping with Nobara. You also showed a huge capability to talk to teachers – specially, to Nanami, for some reason Gojo prefers not to know.– But you're still incapable to talk with him without taking your eyes away from his, or leave quickly. He found it cute and even amusing at first, but now, seeing how you freely talk with Nanami as if he was a friend more, it's starting to crisp him. He wants you to talk to him the same way.

Maybe his intentions are mixed and he doesn't really want you to talk to him as one more. He wants more than your usual interactions with other people. Probably he's being egoistic, but he wants you to blush at his jokes and to search him on the breaks. He wants to make you nervous, to make you want to talk to him, to rely on him. To desire him, even when he knows it shouldn't be like that. He tried not to fall, he tried it so hard, but, now that he wants you so bad, he at least desires his feelings being reciprocate. But, he has a huge problem.

Satoru Gojo is used to have people reaching him like butterflies towards light and, for the first time, he's the one supposed to talk to you first, to ask you for a date and to reach you. And he doesn't know how to call your attention, specially knowing there's less than a week to finish the course, and with it, your stay on the Jujutsu Tech School of Tokyo, under his gaze.

In one hand, he feels lucky for that. He won't be nervous about the fact that you're still a student on his class and he, your tutor. And, at the same time, it makes him think how the hell is going to keep contact with you, when you have no business there once you stop studying. He could ask Nanami if he has your number, and make up a excuse to see you.

No. He's not going to ask for help, and less to his best friend, who didn't tell him about his marvelous friendship with you. Gojo will make things on his own way, and he hopes they will result.

"Going back to the class, please open that damn laptops and take notes. And this is a direct warning for you, Itadori. I saw you playing the other day, and you suck at 2048." You all open your laptops while the teacher walks to the back of the class, having a panoramic of all your screens, making sure you all are opening your books. And he sees it. You're fast to take it away, but he read clearly the web you left open yesterday on your laptop: camming.jp

He only was able to see the big pink logo on top of the page before you closed it, blushed and looking around to find his covered gaze on you. He looked away, as if he wasn't paying attention to you. He saved the page on his memory, thinking of his first alone time on the morning to check it on his phone. Just with the name, he can even imagine about what it could be, but, at the same time, internet domains sometimes play to be called in ways that don't relate to the content. He hopes he's wrong, or else, he'll have to fight with all a community of streamers you probably like. He'll investigate a little, if it is based off videogame streaming, he can talk with you about games! a direct way to have a conversation with you. His plan was amazing, and it had no margin for error.

However, two hours later, alone on his office, he did not expect to find a half-naked man welcoming him to the page for the first time, apart from a large pink pop-up warning asking for age verification. Gojo lifted his brow as he checks twice that his door is closed and the window that connects his study with Nanami's has the blind down. His attention goes back to the phone, putting the volume down as he types.

"An adult video website, huh?" he smiles for himself as he introduces his age on the page pop-up, and once checked, it lets him access to the content. "An adult streaming website." he hums. He slides down, streamers of all genres and ethnicities showing up on home-made streams, filtered by the top favorites of the week and verified streamers of the page. Gojo supposes it works with tips that public leaves to the streamers, as he keeps looking down to the solo section, the couples, the threesomes. There's a lot of alternatives and a lot of different genres to choose from. He licks his lips softly. So this is what you do on your free time? Getting closed up on your room at the dormitories of the Jujutsu School, seeing this streams? Cute, he thinks, as an idea starts to appear on his mind. He wants to call your attention, but there's no way he will abroad you on the corridor to talk about sex streamers. But, what if he became one?

He doesn't want to be narcissist, but he's handsome. He has a nice body, and his private parts are for sure something to be proud of, he thinks. He doesn't mind to show his solo fun routine for an audience, specially, if you're between them. No one is going to recognize his hands and his moans, but he will make sure you have a way to recognize him. After all, this is the only purpose he has in mind while he starts typing information and switches the account from "viewer" to "streamer".

Under the profile name of "blue_eyed_guy", he puts all the necessary information and adds a profile pic, one he took on the beach several years ago that shows from his marked abs to his strong and pale legs. He's even excited to start, he's not gonna lie. The fact that you're gonna see him makes Gojo smile. He sets his usual stream time to your free hours, as he calculates it might be the time you get connected to the stream. He only needs to get who you are between the tons of users inside, and worse, make you get connected to his stream. They're both important steps and he has no idea on how he's gonna make it. He decides to try luck on a first stream, right after his last class, once he's comfortable on his bed.

Another pop-up appears as soon as he opens the web on his laptop, already home, showered, without the blindfold and half-naked. "Do you want to collaborate on a video with your favorite streamer? Click here for more info!" A big smile appears on his lips. Collaborations? Maybe that makes his work a lot easier. Of course, if you want to collaborate. Though, you wouldn't have why record a video. Maybe just give some orders... Ask for special clothes...

To collaborate, you need to be geographically close, which makes all the people who aren't from Tokyo unable to participate. Then, some specifications from the streamer can make the circle of people smaller, until he has some profiles to pick from.

Maybe he could use a final sentence on stream, and use it on class too! Watch your reaction to it and get if you see his streams or not. He decides to try both as he turns the led lights red, make sure his face is away from the frame and clicks on start streaming. At first, just a couple people join, as he has his hands occupied on the keyboard, searching for some video to heat him up. He's not even aroused, but he needs to get you so bad... He needs to start now.

His hands caress himself above the fabric of his pants as the video starts. Some more people enter, as he counts with an special new streamer push, and he starts to imagine. Are you looking at him? Are you connected to his stream? He takes the first layer of clothes away, only black underwear covering him. He keeps rubbing as he gets harder, ideas about you filling his mind. Will you touch yourself to him? Will you think about him - as your teacher, not as a random streamer - while?

He doesn't know that the answer to all of them is yes. You're on his stream, as the page recommended it to you, and his bony and large hands pressing his bulge made you imagine them on another places, until you paid special attention to his right hand. A scar could be seen, just if you looked really well.

If you knew where to search it.

"Sad, isn't it?" Gojo sarcastically said in class while showing his hand, with a largue scar, some weeks ago. "The strongest sorcerer gets his first scar cooking."

He didn't know you knew it was him, and blood rushes up to your cheeks as you imagine the frame of his face, his chest and his long legs. You wonder if he keeps the blindfold on or he doesn’t, as your brain questions your teacher. Why is him on a page like this? And why is him streaming? 

Since you entered to study on Tokyo, the tall teacher called your attention. First, with his heavenly looks, and then, with his smooth personality. You started to feel attracted to him without noticing it, every time he took you four out for a mission, picking you up later to have dinner, when he let his hair fall on his forehead, with big sunglasses covering his eyes. You read the stream title, “i’m just trying, might delete acc” as, on the other side of the screen, Gojo’s mind started to wonder further. The video he was using is long forgotten as his mind produces specially explicit images of you. Of your body, always wrapped in that uniform, on your hands - and the things he thought when he saw you wrapping them around a katana, so tight and sliding them so slowly -. The comment section starts to move, asking him to take off his underwear or to show his face. The first low tips start to appear as well. You look attentive to all the movements of the man on the little screen of your laptop, as, doubting, you place your fingers on the keyboard, ready to post a comment for him.

It’s short, and it calls his attention because it’s different to the ones he has been receiving until now, all of them being extremely lewd and asking him in different ways to fuck them. It’s wrote all in lowercase, and it makes his heart race and his lips part in a low moan. Even when he’s usually the one saying this things, the praise sends a new wave of arousal down his body.

“good boy.”

Your shy personality makes him unable to attach you with that comment, and it will probably cover you until he deletes his account, making him unable to discover who’s the person behind the account that just tipped him 750 yens. He doesn’t want the money - he has tons of that, with a generous salary and a big inheritance from his ancestors. -. Maybe, he doesn’t care at all who’s behind the mysterious tipper, but you’ve heard of streamers who contact the best fans for a reward. It could be fun, and, if you can get it easily, you wouldn’t say no, acting surprised when you discover he’s your teacher and praying he doesn’t mind about your professional relationship. It would be an easy way to get close to him and, maybe, to have some fun without having to ask him directly. Gojo's hand presses harder on himself as you're able to hear him groan, making your body shake and your core get pathetically wet. His fingers curve under his black underwear waistband, as yours sneak pass your skirt end. Gojo playfully plays with the elastic, making the chat impatient and you impatient. He releases it, still rubbing the bulge from above, as he gets comfier on the bed, showing pale skin and strong arms, but without showing his face. You wonder how his skin would feel against yours, how deep his fingers - and his cock.- would go inside you. It makes you dizzy just to think about how he curled them to get the elastic, and how nice it would feel to get them curved inside you. 

Desire has been consuming you for a long while, and you weren’t able even to talk with him, because every single little action the man does catches your attention and gives free room to all the naughty thoughts you could develop from that, without knowing, of course, that your teacher was having those same ones on the other side of the table. How many times both of you dreamed with closing the class door and use the desks for something more than studying. As he keeps a good rhythm, you get comfortable, putting your earbuds and letting your hand find your panties, caressing in circles from above the pink fabric while you put the laptop near you, opening your legs on the bed. You’ve done this so many times thinking about him that you don’t blush anymore, even when hearing his groans and moans make your heart skip a beat. Your lips part to release shaky breathes as your hand moves faster and harder against the now wet underwear, as you open your eyes with difficulty to look again to the screen. He lets spit fall from his mouth to his hand, as the other hand takes the waistband again but, this time, taking it completely away. You moan softly when he does the same, once his bony fingers are wrapped around his shaft and he starts little movements. Up, down, up, down, so slowly but so good. He’s just using his imagination, convinced that he’ll have the autocontrol to enter in you slowly, without slamming his hips against you or give too hard thrusts inside, even when he imagines your tight hole squeezing him to death. Just the image of having you naked, on his bed, with blushed cheeks and hair made a mess while you try not to moan as he fucks you is enough to make him twitch in anticipation. He doesn’t know how many time he has been streaming, or how many time he should, but if he keeps having all those fantasies, he won’t last long enough to make more content.

His hand increases its pace as yours do, the other covering your mouth to avoid being heard, even when supposedly no one is around the dorms. Is Gojo streaming from his dorm on the School? You can’t see clearly because of the led lights that cover the background, but it seems to be bigger, and an apartment, not a first-floor traditional house, as the dorms are. Gojo keeps going, his moans being more and more deep, as the chat, with several members now, burns in comments of “keep going” and “edge yourself.”. But you want to see him cum so bad… To hear him moan and to see his hips sweetly thrusting against nothing.

His hand slows a little as his breath trembles, legs tensed while he curses in deep voice, as he gets stained with cum. His chest - or what you can see of it.- raises and decreases quick, as he giggles softly, tired. He gets closer to the camera, showing only the V on his hips and his torso, to whisper against the mic, while your hands are still busy down there.

“I’m searching someone to… help me on my next stream. Please, if you’re from Tokyo and you enjoyed this, fill the form I’ll be leaving here. Thanks for watching.”

His soft, breathless voice against your ears makes you moan as your hips search your fingers harder against the wetness, as your mind wonders. You can fill that form. It’s the opportunity you’ve been searching.

He would love so much to see you moaning his name as you roll on bed, with your fingers still above your underwear and the image of himself getting off repeating on your brain while your mouth opens in pleasure and your pussy clenches around nothing as your tired body finds liberation.

Both of you sigh at the same time, getting up and going to the bathroom, cleaning yourselves before getting your laptops again. He’s quick to make the survey as you’re quick to find it and fill it up.

His smile gets bigger when the first collaboration request comes from a name he knows too well. You.

taglist: @crazybutconfidentaf -> please let me know if you want to be tagged on part 2!

[usertala]

What are you wearing?

wearing someone else's clothes

Characters: Megumi, Itadori, Maki

𝙵𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚘 𝙼𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚒

Now, this man is very very observant. He knows things about you that even you didn’t notice, how you have a specific pattern in writing notes, how you like your coffee, your mannerisms. But he’s been traveling with Gojo for a few days, killing curses day and night without a wink of sleep.

You hear him stumble around the apartment, the lack of sleep getting to him. Now that you look at him, he looks a bit disoriented. His eyes can’t seem to focus on what’s in front of him.

“Gumi? You okay? C’mon let’s get you to bed.” You drape his arm around your shoulder and guide him towards the bedroom. As you laid him down on the bed, you feel him tug your arm, “Take it off.”

“Take what off?” pulling you towards the bed, he tugs off the hoodie you’re wearing.

“This isn’t mine.”

“What? But I grabbed this from your closet?”

“Itadori left it here the other day.”

Safe to say, you never saw another clothing of Yuuji’s anymore.

𝙸𝚝𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒 𝚈𝚞𝚞𝚓𝚒

This guy.

This guy. He’s the one that wears other people’s clothes, he just sees it as an add-on to having friends. So you didn’t really have any thought about borrowing Maki’s clothes. I mean, who would be upset when you borrow your closest friend’s clothes?

Yuuji apparently, now you have to deal with Yuuji’s puppy eyes and constant sighing.

You roll your eyes as you hear him sigh for the nth time, one louder and longer than the last. “Okay, what’s the matter?”

He crosses his arms. “That crop top you’re wearing isn’t yours. Whose is it?”

“Maki’s,” You see him comically widen his eyes, jaw-dropping, “Don’t be dramatic, as if you don’t wear other people’s clothes.”

“They aren’t as cool as Maki!” You snicker. “Are you saying that Megumi isn’t cool? I’ll tell on you.”

“Snitch. Also, take that off!”

𝚉𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒

How you got Nobara to let you borrow her clothes is beyond your knowledge. Though you only wore for a few hours. You were called to go to a party where there were lurking curses; you were assigned with Nanami and Maki.

Nobara lent you a white halter top dress. Maki may not know who the owner of the dress was, but she sure knows it ain’t yours.

You feel a tap on your shoulder. “Is that a new dress? Why didn’t you tell me?” You feel her breath on your ear. The host was currently speaking so you couldn’t talk that loud.

“Because it isn’t. It’s Nobara’s dress, I just borrowed it.” You said, eyes scanning for Nanami around the room. You hear a curious hum as you feel her tighten her arm around your waist.

“Why didn’t you ask me for one? I have lots of dresses.”

“I would, but Nobara already lent me hers. Why does it matter anyway?” She drags you outside towards the car, taking a paper bag and passing it to you. “I bought an extra dress in case mine rips, but you can have it.”

“But I’m already wearing one-“

“Then take that off and wear this one. I’ll wait for you inside.”

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[bluecatstory]

The fortunate one - Chapter 2

The continuation & end to this. Thank you for reading! 

Boy met a tea kettle genie. Unfortunately, this wish-granting genie did not get to grant a single wish. This is an AU 100% based on Neil Gaiman’s The October Tale. Also, the main pairing here is GoYuu (Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji), so please click back if you don’t like it. 

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It was a lovely day for a stroll through the town. The weather was cool but fair, and green leaves flurried on the trees as the gentle breeze blew by.  

People were out and about, scurrying with their life. But if you pay attention to the crowd, you would see a strange pair. A pink-haired boy was walking together with a tall, lanky man. The handsome man was still young, maybe in his 20s, but his hair was white from the roots. His outfit even made it stick out more, all black with sunglasses. 

They were having a somewhat lively conversation. 

“So tell me more about yourself, Yuuji. I want to get to know you more.” 

“What do you want to know?”

“Your likes, dislikes, dreams, family, just anything!” Gojo grinned playfully. His current master of the tea kettle, by far, was the most intriguing. He wanted to know what kind of person was Yuuji Itadori, who claimed to be perfectly content with his life. 

And Yuuji, like the honest boy he was, told Gojo of his family: his parents passed away in a car accident when he was just a toddler, how his gramps raised him by himself, and he also passed away recently, having left him the house. Yuuji told him about his job: how he was a kindergarten teacher who had gained his reputation among the school for cat drawings. He told him he also taught basic drawing at the local community once a week. 

“Ah, but have you ever wished to be more than that? With your physique, you would make a great athlete. Or model! I mean, look at those legs.”

Red crept up his face. Yuuji smiled sheepishly. 

“Thanks… I guess. But you know, I admit there were tough times. Imagine one accidentally smuggled candies in the class, and the whole 20 would go bonkers. And the parents would just scream at you for everything. But I’m making a difference in the kids’ life. Witnessing them discovering things and eagerly telling you about them. It’s rewarding, and I feel happy every day going to work. “

Yuuji’s smile was so beaming that Gojo felt blinded by it. Ok, so scratch work. He might need to dig into other areas. 

“Now it’s your turn, Mr. Cryptic genie. Tell me more about yourself.” 

“Hmm, you only need to know that I’m the strongest genie that can make your wish come true. Hey, we’re here! Can we buy some cheesecake? I’ll carry the groceries for you.” Gojo pointed to the cakes on the shelves and dashed away, leaving Yuuji standing confused at the door. 

Yuuji snickered at the childlike man. 

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“How about friends? Lovers? You have one?”

“Sometimes, I feel like I’m talking to a police officer who’s doing a yearly census, not a 1000-year-old genie with a desperate need to please people.” Yuuji sighed as he unpacked his grocers in the fridge. 

“Excuse me, I’m only 966. And I ask because it’s my job. Kids these days…” The genie wiped the invisible tears from his eyes. 

“Ok, ok. Don’t cry.” Yuuji lightly patted his head. Being with the genie for a while, he realized Gojo had a dramatic side to him that sought attention. 

He told Gojo that no, he was not dating anyone now. His best friends were Megumi and Nobara. That they had stood with him since high school, through good and bad times. That Megumi was a grumpy yet caring dog whisperer with 2 adorable, fluffy, smart dogs. That Nobara was a strong-willed woman working her way through the modeling world. And they always made time to catch up on the weekend despite a hectic schedule. 

“Hmm, I see.” Gojo said thoughtfully. There were really no holes in Yuuji’s life to be fulfilled by wishes. Except one. 

“You know, I can see that your life is good. But you are missing someone to share that life with you. Wish, and you’ll get the perfect woman. Or man.“

“No need. I’m good.”

“Are you?” 

“Yes. I’ve got everything I need.” Yuuji patted the genie’s head lightly as an assurance. 

“So what do I do now?” 

Yuuji thought for a moment. Then he pointed to the garden. 

“Can you help me tend the plants?”

“Sure! Is it your wish?” Gojo said excitedly. 

“Nah. Something you can help while I make dinner.”

So Gojo tended the plants. Then, after dinner, he helped Yuuji wash the dishes. The list of things Gojo helped Yuuji gradually grew. He ran errands for him, picking up sweets and office supplies for the school. He helped Yuuji planned surprises for his class, joining his local art class as an assistant. And sometimes, when Yuuji was tired, he gave him an excellent massage with his big, strong hands. 

It was not that Yuuji wanted help. But he let Gojo help. 

As time passed, Gojo moved out of the spare bedroom and ended up in Yuuji’s bed. 

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They were lying on the bed, hands holding each other. Gojo silently watched Yuuji as the sunlight crept on his youthful face, aligning his parted lips. As Gojo was gently brushing a strain of hair away, his lover opened his eyes, and he smiled at him. 

“Mhh…morning.”

“Morning to you, too.” The genie smiled back, lovingly. 

Yuuji stared at him just as he was in a trance. 

“Your eyes… so pretty.” His bright smile struck Gojo, time and time again. Yes, this was the sight he wanted to see every day. His beloved Yuuji wrapped up in his arms, smiling and looking at him and him only. 

“Is this why you always wear blindfolds or sunglasses?”

“Well, a genie would say that because his magical eyes can see everything, so covering them up is a way for him to not know too much. But I would say that those baby blues are only reserved for you.” 

The pink-haired boy’s laugh got muffled by Gojo’s sudden kiss. 

“Hey, I’m wondering… What if it was you who were granted 3 wishes? What would you wish for?” 

Gojo thought for a moment.

“Nah, I’m good.” He told Yuuji. “I’ve got everything I need.” 

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Gojo was perplexed when he met Yuuji. The boy was weird in every aspect, genetically pink haired with tiger markings, refusing his granted 3 wishes, and insisting his life was enough. For almost 1000 years as a genie, he knew people would always want something. 

Gojo was not a benevolent being. As he appeared before the boy, the genie thought he would just grant him 3 wishes and take his life in return, just like his predecessors. Those greedy, low-life scums would just scream and beg him to spare them. But what was done was done. Oh, how he reveled in their blood and shrieking soul. That was why he got sealed in the fucking tea kettle. Killing too much, the gods said. 

The genie chuckled. 

But Yuuji, his beloved, his eternal sunshine, was different from them. From wanting to know more about him, he started to fall for the boy. His fluffy hair that never seemed to be tamed, his bright, bright smile that made Gojo’s chest hurt, his well-built body that he could not stop planting more kisses on every inch of it, and how he did everything with much passion. 

Gojo loved everything about Yuuji. And now, with him in his arms, he would not let him go. No matter what.

End.

[questcat44]

JJK Chapter 139

I don’t have much to say about this chapter except that the plot is progressing faster than I expected. After we were shown that three separate people—Yuuta, Naoya, and Megumi—were searching for Yuuji for very different reasons, I thought there would be some buildup to the various characters meeting up. Like, a few chapters with the characters doing their own thing before crossing paths or some chapters focusing on where some of the other characters are and how they’re doing after Shibuya (how’s Nobara????). But nope, we got Naoya and Yuuta finding Yuuji pretty quickly. I have a feeling Megumi is gonna show up dramatically mid-fight lol

Speaking of Megumi, I do love that Yuuji is so protective of him, asking Naoya what he wants with Megumi, then giving him a death glare when Naoya says he wants to kill him. I want Megumi to show up soon to talk some sense into Yuuji (and maybe Yuuta too if he’s really determined to kill Yuuji), but I also don’t want to subject him to Naoya. Can’t wait for the next chapter!