#ofc gojo wouldn’t even entertain them but

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megumi who tells fushigojo mom about every instance someone tries to flirt with satoru at the park/grocery store/during school pickup AND drives them off immediately once he realizes what’s happening

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Can u write oneshot satoXshort f!reader? And both entp!( I mean he ofc is but like u get it)

I don't k if i can or the requests r open but I hoppee!!

GOJO SATORU X ENTP SHORT F!READER

A/n : Hii bestie @nana-saturo , sorry for this late update. I really hope you like it tho 😭✨ sending you big huggies ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ

Both ENTPs? Teasing and sarcasm are the backbone of your relationship, your number one love language and both of you agree on that.  You have a unique kind of romance, filled with banter, competition, roasting each other and a lot of skinship. You just love touching each other at any given chance and under any circumstances. You’d be hanging out alone or with your group of friends, randomly and unexpectedly, you decide to shower each other in affection. You’re a dynamic and chaotic couple, literally annoying each other and everyone else in the room. May or may not use insults as nicknames.

ENTPs get bored easily and want to be entertained 24/7 or you might lose interest. Lucky for you, you found each other, both you and Gojo have a blast together in your own  unique way. You may team up to prank people just because why not? Joking around a lot, people may not take you seriously, but in reality you’re smart and high intellectuals. You’re just unique in everything, to the point that only you can get each other.

Gojo likes to annoy you, using your height to tease you. Always making playful remarks. He finds amusement in resting his arm on top of your head, playfully putting all of his weight just to see you struggle.

“you know babe, you’re the perfect height for a napkin holder!” .

“They say good things come in small packages, but I guess great things come in tiny ones…just like you hehe”.

Would you get offended? Absolutely not! You always come up with the best comebacks. And once you start teasing each other, the cycle never ends.

“Oh yeah? You think I’m too short? Well I guess you’re just too tall! I’m pretty sure you were a giraffe in your past life, you even got the long neck to match!”

“you’re like a human ladder, I won’t find a difficulty changing my lamps”.

This kind of jokesstrengthens your relationship, Gojo loves loves it when you don’t hold back and just make fun of him,  when you match his energy and vibe. Even during arguments, you never stop being playful, he mischievously places your belongings on higher shelves so he’d watch you struggle to reach them or so you can ask him from help. But of course as an ENTP you’re independent and kind of self-centered so it would be an insult to you if you ask for help. So he always ends up laughing while watching you tiptoeing or  getting on the counter to get to that shelf.  

“Really? Tiptoeing? You wouldn’t even reach my knees” .

He’d willingly get you what you want even though you defiantly told him that you can handle it yourself. Your bickering sets everyone off the edge, except for you. People around you might think  you hate each other since you’re getting to each other’s throat but in reality it’s just a simple small argument, ENTPs just love the drama.

Beyond the mean jokes and the heart crushing teasing, you truly appreciate each other’s heights. He finds you extremely cute, he loves the height gap and given Gojo’s personality it makes him feel very protective over you.

“Your height only adds to your charm and uniqueness..making you even more captivating and attractive in my eyes.” .

In return, of course you love his height too. Whenever you burry your head in his chest, you can actually listen to his heartbeat, and you find it really soothing, his huge form makes you feel safe and warm, he’s like a human teddy bear. His embrace is your favorite hideout and his big arms are your shields.

“I feel so secure when I’m with you. Your height makes me feel safe…. It adds to your charisma” .

ENTPs feed on compliments; it boosts your self-confidence to the top. After making fun of each other, you always make sure to reassure each other and show your love and admiration. You actually find joy in each other’s  size difference, both of you are like the same person but in different shapes, what’s more fun than that?!

"I love how perfectly we fit together, like two puzzle pieces destined to complement each other."

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(𝟓) 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐞

In which Yuji Itadori accidentally spoils Hana Akiwara’s plans by ingesting Sukuna’s finger, and Satoru Gojo is constantly humbled as a result.

satoru gojo x ofc x suguru geto

[ canon divergence, fix-it au, everybody lives, no kenjaku, no shibuya incident, jjk s1, slow-burn, aged-up characters, age gap, questionable relationships, mentor-student relationships, unresolved sexual tension, more mature and graphic in future chapters, crack heavy for now, tvd references if you squint ]

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“Idiot.” Hana grumbled under her breath as the door clicked shut behind Kenji, signaling his departure. She turned to face the annoying older sorcerer, who hovered too close for comfort. “Ignore him.”

He was looking at her with an amused smile. Yuji, who stood rigidly beside them, seemed to be waiting for a fight to break out. Maybe it just would. Hana scooped to the other side of the couch before Satoru could take her brother’s seat on the armrest. He seemed entertained by her awkwardness, as he took it once she had already put some space between them.

Prick. Hana took back what she said about him looking normal and less annoying.

The man patted the space that Hana had vacated, and Yuji hesitantly took it.

“So, where were we?” The man adjusted his glasses, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous sparkle. “Ah, yes, Jujutsu Tech. With your brother’s dramatic exit, I assume we no longer need his blessing?”

Hana scrowled. She had no desire to engage in this conversation, and neither had Kenji. Her twin had an “akiwaresque” line of thinking, you could say. His disdain for Satoru was no secret; he saw the sorcerer as nothing more than a nuisance, an imbecile and a stalker. Kenji was convinced that getting involved with sorcerers was a risky move, especially when dealing with an unhinged sorcerer from one of the Big Three Families.

The siblings had been unsuccessful in their attempts to avoid drawing attention to themselves, as being active members in jujutsu seemed to attract other active members. The Akiwaras had decided to stay away from them since January. Not that there were many curse users lingering in Tokyo after whatever happened in December… The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons.

Hana shrunk herself in her seat, shaking off the gloomy feeling that thinking about that brought her. Kenji and her were in the US, peacefully celebrating the festivities with their family when hell broke loose in Shinjuku and Kyoto. Hana exhaled, they were safe.

Well, as safe as they could be now that their paths had intertwined with sorcerers.

The constant presence of Gojo and the looming threat that hung over their heads were already taking a toll on Hana, fueling her temper and her need for surrender. She had even noticed a shift in Kenji’s judgment. Whether it was driven by boredom, the realization that they couldn’t get rid of Gojo, or having heard Hana bawl her eyes out too much for his liking; Kenji was having a change of heart. 

The heart-to-heart the twins had after Yuji’s death and subsequent resurrection had been a turning point. Hana’s tears had flowed freely, a release of pent-up emotions she couldn’t quite comprehend. Then, after her eyes were all irritated and her head hurt from crying, they had weighed their options:

Option A: Run away.

Option B: Surrender.

And, option C: Fight (this was their favorite)

Option A was out of the question. Nuh-uh. They had come to Japan with a purpose; to stop hiding and practice jujutsu freely. Option B was annoying and option C had to be discarded if they ever wanted to live in peace. So B they settled with. Of course, they wouldn’t give up easily. They had some requests for Gojo and if they could buy themselves more time, they would. In case the situation escalated, they were also prepared for option C and A. In that specific order, yes.

Realistically speaking, as now turned pacifists, there were few paths the Akiwaras could follow that didn't involve a bunch of questionable stuff to get rid of their problem. They weren’t particularly opposed to it if things got to that point, but Kenji recognized Yuji’s importance in his sister’s life. He was considering option B for her sake, begrudgingly. It was one of the reasons why he left her to deal with Satoru, but he was also just a prick.

Kenji only had to endure him for less than an hour. It was unfair.

“Um, Hana?” Itadori’s gentle shakes drew her attention back to the conversation. He gave her a concerned stare. Behind him, his teacher looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “I asked if Kenji and you had thought it over?”

“Oh, yes… We did.” Hana nodded, speaking softly.

“And?” Satoru pressed, leaning in slightly.

“We will, but-!” She made a pause and held up a hand at Gojo, halting his response. “Not yet. Not until Yuji does, alright? We want a break from all this mess.”

The sorcerer’s skepticism was palpable. “I’m glad you chose correctly, but what exactly would prevent you from running away?”

“Nothing.” She admitted with a smile, relishing the wariness in his tone. “But I think it’ll be great if we started on better terms and, since you don’t trust us and we don’t trust you, we’ve decided to show you our little collection of cursed trinkets.” His glare became more pointed. Hana rolled her eyes. “ And I’ll give you back the finger. Just let me end the sentence, geez.”

Yuji muffled a laugh behind his hand at the exchange. Hana was probably the only person able to annoy his mentor this way.

“Excellent.” The sorcerer’s smile returned, his demeanor shifting to one of satisfaction. “And, just so we are clear, I didn’t say I didn’t trust you, I just didn’t trust you too much! But I do trust you a little.”

The curse user lifted her thin, black eyebrows. “You should really work on your words, Satoru.”

“Hey! I’m being honest here.” Satoru leaned on the couch’s backrest, inclining to his side in an uncomfortable position. “You didn’t let me down.”

Hana leaned in the opposite direction, using Yuji as a human wall dividing her space from his. “I don’t need your approval. You’re not my teacher.”

“But I will be!” Satoru countered with a hint of triumph.

“Whatever.” Hana rolled her eyes, her sigh was a soft exhalation of her frustration with him. “Do you actually want to see our artifacts or not?” Gojo rose from his seat, almost too enthusiastically for her liking. She gave him a look, her gray eyes inspecting him before she continued. “No touching, just watching, got it?”

Both Gojo and Itadori nodded in agreement, the latter in a more credible manner. Akiwara stood and led them down the corridor to a simple, built-in closet. With a flick of her wrist, she slid open the door and revealed shelves full of different talismans, amulets and artifacts. Each piece emanated a distinct and unique cursed energy that was only now being noticeable.

Itadori’s eyes widened at the sight, completely awed. Gojo, however, remained unfazed, his attention drawn instead to the protective rune etched inside the closet. He had seen it in the living and kitchen area, alongside another he didn’t recognize. He guessed this one hid cursed energy and the other prevented unwanted guests like him.

“You have quite the liking for hiding yourselves, heh?” Satoru voiced his thoughts, to which Hana replied with a hum and shrug.

It was something he should have expected, now that he knew what kind of trinkets they had. Their little collection amounted to quite the sum of cursed objects Hana and her brother had been manufacturing over the years. Or kindly borrowed , Satoru suspected as he eyed some objects he had briefly heard about. Thankfully, they weren’t special-grade type of cursed objects. They weren’t even powerful enough to have to be confiscated, but it still made him wonder if they were Hana’s practice dummies so to speak. The sorcerer wanted to believe she wasn’t using sorcerers as guinea pigs, but he had half a mind to ask about it.

Both Hana and Kenji had decided to show him their collection as a little truce, but Satoru knew he was one stupid comment away from having the cursed energy sucked out of him. It hadn’t been pleasant when the curse user to his left did it before and he’d love to never have to experience that ever again. Plus, the fact that his infinity proved to be useless with her unnerved him. Just as she kept some things to herself, he did too, forcing a small smile on his mouth as he eyed the trinkets again.

The woman watched as the man recognized some of the items, silently confirming his theory. The twins had a habit of taking what they deemed worthy of other curse users when they were, conveniently, unable to protest. It wasn’t stealing if what they took was stolen in the first place, alright?

Hana caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, Satoru’s hand inching towards the shelves. “No touching!” She chastised him, swatting his hand away from the closet.

Yuji stopped looking at the insides in curiosity and turned to the sound of her voice, anticipating some kind of argument to erupt over the tension. Instead, his mentor only chuckled at his friend’s fierce protectiveness. She crossed her arms as Itadori scratched his head, knowing he was probably overdoing it with the worrying. He didn’t comprehend if his teacher and his friend hated each other’s guts or were in the path of friendship. Also, Sukuna’s monologue recognizing some of the artifacts didn’t help his peanut-sized brain to decipher it either.

“Now, where’s the finger?” Gojo inquired, making Itadori realize he had probably missed Hana’s explanation about what was in the closet. It wasn’t like he would have understood that much about it, aside from the basics. 

“Obviously not here.” The girl closed the door with a swift movement. The oppressive cursed energy dissipated the moment the closet was shut, lessening the tension in the air. 

Hana retreated to her room, her steps quick and purposeful. Kneeling down, she lifted a specific loose floorboard with a familiarity, and peered into the hidden compartment only to find it empty. “Yuji?” Hana called him out, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and accusation.

“Um, yes?” Her friend appeared at the doorway, his expression completely dumbfounded.

“Did you have a midnight snack?” Hana grimaced as Yuji blinked at the implication of her words stilling outside her room. “A finger, perhaps?”

The teacher stepped into her line of view, his towering presence filling the space next to Yuji. “You let him sleep in the same room you were hiding the finger?” He questioned the woman with a raised eyebrow.

“You said he was in complete control.” Hana tossed her black hair to the side and put the floorboard back in place before staring back at the man. Her gaze was defiant as she remained seated on the floor, earning another pointed look with a raised eyebrow from Satoru. “How would have I known?”

“Rookie mistake.” Satoru chidded, the corners of his mouth turning up in a knowing smile. He took a few long strides into her room and removed his black lenses, surveying the space with a critical eye. His gaze swept over the room, noting the absence of any residual cursed energy, save for the aura surrounding Yuji himself. “When dealing with a vessel, you need to be more careful.”

“I’m dealing with my friend.” Hana retorted, her voice softening despite her irritation. “Besides, isn’t it good that he consumed it? You were going to make him do it either way.”

“Well, yes, but in a controlled environment.” Satoru exhaled a sigh. He readjusted his glasses, his eyes meeting hers once more. “Did he take over… or anything?”

The two friends looked at each other before shaking their heads.

Gojo blinked, processing the silent exchange. “I was right, then. You have unknowingly made a binding vow of shorts with Sukuna, Yuji.” His tone was casual, almost conversational, as if they weren’t discussing the catastrophe a biding vow was. “And now he’s able to overpower you. We should learn what the grounds for that are, because you are strong enough to control him.”

Hana’s glare shifted from Gojo to Itadori, her eyes narrowing. “You didn’t think it was important to tell me you had made a binding vow with him?”

“We weren’t sure.” The vessel looked like a kicked puppy with his crestfallen expression.

“But now we are!” Gojo interjected, clapping his hands together with a sense of finality. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

Hana was seething and she felt a migraine brewing. She let out a long, drawn-out sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. When she opened her eyes, she lifted her face towards the older sorcerer. “If that’s all, can you leave?”

“We still haven’t discussed-” Satoru began, but Hana cut him off with a sharp gesture.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” She exclaimed, her arms crossing over her chest in a defensive posture.. “Just make up some story about me helping you with a mission or whatever. I need time, and I’d rather join when he does.” Her gaze flicked to Yuji, who had resorted to just watching them. Her friend had a feeling he hadn’t done a great job convincing Hana, so it would probably be best if he sat this one out… “What’s the point of making us enroll when summer break is about to start?”

Gojo’s smile was infuriatingly serene, too calm in comparison to what Akiwara was feeling. “You might have a point there.” He conceded and paused. “But don’t think I’m letting you guys off the hook.”

“Whatever.” Hana sighed, her voice a mixture of exasperation and resignation. “Just do something on my terms for once.”

Fortunately, the sorcerer didn't argue further, leaving her bedroom instead. Yuji muttered a goodbye, to which she gave an acknowledging nod, and he followed Satoru out of her home. It was only when she heard the front door close that Hana let out another tired breath, leaning against her bed while still sitting on the floor.

Fingerless Hana 2 - The Strongest 1

Gojo knew that woman had already put him in his place multiple times. Meeting her had been a humbling experience, to say the least. Yet, as he descended the stairs with Itadori, a small, triumphant smile played on his lips. He was slowly but surely going to make up for it.

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For a few more minutes, Hana remained motionless sitting on the floor of her room. Her thoughts were a whirlwind, circling the revelation of Sukuna’s binding vow with Yuji. All the possibilities of what could have happened to Kenji weighed heavily on her, complicating an already messy situation she found herself in. The brief mention of her nana the night before had stirred some memories in her, prompting her to get up from the floor. Hana walked towards her desk, where she had a framed picture of her grandmother and her. In the picture, a teenager Hana had her arms wrapped around her elderly grandmother. The photograph was a couple of years old, it was her high school graduation, before her grandmother got sick. Hana was looking beautiful, but what caught her eye was the necklace she always used to wear.

The actual necklace was hung over the frame. It was made from silver and had a small circular locket with a detailed design, adorned with a tiny ruby. It was probably the most expensive item she owned, and the one that held the most memories. Her nana, Mineko Akiwara, had made it when she ran away from Japan with her sister, who didn’t have cursed energy. She wore it regularly in fear of a sorcerer ever finding her.

When her own children showed no signs of jujutsu, Mineko had set the necklace aside, believing that cursed energy in their lineage had ended with her. The birth of Kenji and Hana, children of her second son, reignited her deepest fears. They had the spark of cursed energy, but it wasn’t until years later that they tapped into jujutsu and discovered their cursed techniques. Hana had inherited the clan’s cursed technique, whereas Kenji displayed a natural talent for crafting cursed tools and possessed a more subtle reserve of cursed energy, just like their grandmother had.

Most sorcerers of Mineko’s age and their ancestors had often lacked a distinct technique, their jujutsu watering down from generation to generation. Instead, they relied on their profound understanding and creation of cursed tools and weapons, their sharpness being passed down. Yet, it had proven not to be enough when the clan had to face the Big Three Families, and running was all that was left for them. Mineko was determined to keep her grandchildren away from sorcerers, mentoring Kenji how to make artifacts. His first creation was two rings that would cloak them completely from sorcerers. It was an emergency measure, sure, but they had put it to use in Japan.

For Hana, it was another story. Their nana had her using her old necklace, as a means to dwell down her cursed energy. The fear that sorcerer’s instilled in Mineko was still great, even if she was in a completely different continent and hadn’t met any of them in over thirty years. Her life had been marred by tragedy, the loss of her entire family at the hands of sorcerers left her with severe trauma that only shared with her sister. She had passed away before Hana and Kenji were born, and Mineko, being the matriarch of the clan, had to make some decisions for the well-being of her family. Her sons, nieces and nephews, as well as their respective spouses hadn’t opposed her choice. They felt the beacon Hana could grow up into, sadly. In her desperation, Mineko believed the best course was to veil Hana’s powers from the world.

Even as a little girl, Hana wasn’t capable of resenting her grandmother. The loss of her cursed energy when she wore the necklace was noticeable, feeling a void within. She knew a piece of herself was being restrained, but she remained an obedient child and never took off the necklace.

It was only at a family gathering that Hana’s interest in jujutsu was piqued. Most of her extended family had attended, filling her nana’s already packed home. Some of her relatives from her great aunt’s side started discussing jujutsu and the clan’s history. They mentioned Hana and her technique, which was the one who could “restore the family’s honor”. That was the Akiwara’s legacy, a centuries-old legend about a savior who would bring back the clan’s old glory and avenge their ancestors. To Hana, it was some story her ancestors had made to keep their hopes up, as they were being massacred left and right. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy, really. If sorcerers kept killing them, it was a matter of time before one tried to return the favor. Yet, as much as she disliked sorcerers, she didn’t want to start a war.

Not then, and not now.

Mineko’s reaction to their conversation was one of alarm. She got pretty upset with the other family members, as she didn’t want them putting those ideas in Hana’s head, but it was already too late. Hana asked her grandmother about what they meant, and Mineko reluctantly explained that her technique was supposed to be able to beat the Big Three Families. She never wanted to put Hana at risk and believed she would be safer away from jujutsu, which they knew was the truth. Hana, nearing the end of high school by that time, was determined to fly to Japan and get stronger. It wasn’t to comply with the family's legacy, but for the peace of mind it would offer her grandmother. Mineko’s heart swelled with mixed emotions, pride mingling with fear. Kenji supported his sister’s decision, also believing that going to Japan would be great in order for both of them to get stronger and possibly to allow their family to come back to their roots.

The twins left for Tokyo the fall following their graduation, as nothing else aside from their family and a few friends stopped them from going. They settled down in Kichijoji, a neighborhood close to what would eventually become their campus, Sugisawa College. In the time being before the start of the school year in April, they grew accustomed to a routine of training and working at their part-time jobs. Hana was recruited by the café she currently worked at, and Kenji was briefly a supermarket clerk before taking a position as an instructor in the local gym they frequented. Kenji wanted his sister to learn self defense, just in case running away wasn’t an option one day. Back in high school, Hana used to be on the track team. She was an excellent runner, quite faster than the average, but also wanted to be able to fend for herself. In the first months in Tokyo, she made quick progress while her brother perfected what he already knew.

But their learning didn’t stop there; the twins also trained jujutsu at home. Kenji had deciphered the rune that made cursed energy untraceable inside their flat after a few weeks of investigation and sleepless nights, a matter Hana wasn’t able to help him with. Until then, his sister wore Mineko’s necklace even to go to sleep, just as she had done for the last eight years. Kenji’s rune allowed her to get used to her own cursed energy, as well as accustomed to sensing others’ and seeing curses, in the safety of their home. Her brother counted and described many curses when they went outside, a great contrast to America’s fewer and weaker curses. Hana worried that without her necklace, the flood of cursed energy might overwhelm her senses and not only because she was fairly new to it. Since her technique specialized in detecting cursed energy, she was quite sensitive like somebody with good hearing or a strong sense of smell

Nowadays, Hana wondered if that was what Satoru felt like. She suspected his problem was a lot bigger than hers was, as the man had to cover his eyes. Her nana had mentioned briefly the abilities the Six-Eyes had or, at least, what she knew about them. Satoru was basically the best glorified curse detector.

In those initial months in Tokyo, the necklace remained clasped around Hana’s neck. It was a part of her, the memories of being gently chided by Mineko for forgetting to wear it still clear in her mind. Yet, Hana was also doing it for her grandmother’s sake; the poor woman would have a heart attack if she knew Hana was “flaunting” her cursed energy. What the Akiwara’s matriarch hadn't realized was that the necklace also emanated a strong cursed energy and it was hard to miss once you had spotted it.

That was what provoked Hana’s second meeting with another fellow cursed user to take a different turn. However, her first meeting was a lot grimmer.

The twins had been searching for a cursed object for Hana to channel and practice on, as she still didn’t have a great grip on her technique. Using it on Kenji was out of the question. If she stripped off a sorcerer all their cursed energy, they would die. The siblings found out about that when their paths crossed with a curse user, a man that had been looking for the very same cursed trinket they just acquired. He made sure to let them know of his intentions, knocking Kenji unconscious upon his arrival. Hana used her technique on the man, grabbing him by the shoulders.

She didn’t realize what she had done until she dropped his gray, desiccated body. That was the effect of her technique when she exceeded the limit of how much cursed energy the victim produced. If the rate at which she took it was faster, she would eventually deplete her opponent of cursed energy.

This encounter made Hana more wary of sorcerers, if that was even possible. She practiced daily with the tool, while Kenji made more of them for her to train on. His trinkets were weaker in comparison, but she dedicated herself to master the balance, to understand when to stop at varying cursed energy levels. There were more positives to using objects. It meant they could put cursed energy inside it again and reuse it, whereas if Hana used sorcerers, their bodies would pile up.

Do not get it twisted: Hana didn’t want to hurt anybody, but she also didn’t feel remorseful for taking that man’s life. The woman would always choose their safety over a stranger’s life. There just were more risks in letting the curse user live when he already had made it known he wanted to kill them.

Another great point in using cursed objects was that they could sell them afterwards. There was a large underground market many curse users were a part of that they could exploit. You see, the average idiot buying off of them didn’t realize that the cursed object they were sold had been stripped out of its original cursed energy and instead had been replaced by some to resemble it, making it practically useless. The item didn’t have its original properties, which meant Hana and Kenji were actually doing Jujutsu Tech a favor, getting all of these dangerous weapons away from curse users' paws and, instead, giving them useless copies. 

Their operation was a well-oiled machine, shipping out packages to eager buyers who were none the wiser. For safety reasons, it was best if they weren’t present when the buyer realized their mistake, but there was one curse user who offered a great sum of money. Money they needed for college, as what they had gathered until that moment wasn’t enough to cover for both their tuitions.

They needed 1.64 million yen, roughly 10k dollars, and they were halfway there by the start of December. The Akiwaras had three months to come up with the rest of money to continue with their education, and the stranger curse user’s offer of 900,000 yen to sweeten them had worked. Mineko Akiwara was adamant they went to college and tried to live a normal life, and the twins' efforts to accomplish her wishes grew as her health deteriorated. That was the only thing their grandmother asked them to do, since she knew there was no point in stopping them from going to Japan. Both Hana and Kenji knew their grandmother wouldn’t live to see them graduate, but they wanted to make her proud and happy that they were enjoying life despite jujutsu.

Thankfully, tuition in Japan was less expensive than in the States, but it still didn’t mean they could ask their family for help. The Akiwaras didn’t come from money and some of their relatives were already struggling. They actually intended on sending them money from their “business” once their college fees were paid.

So, against Kenji’s judgment, Hana accepted the curse user’s kind offer and met him one cold night of December in a quiet park. The silence was filled with her breaths and her steps as she navigated through the park. Whatever bad feeling she had about the encounter was kept at bay with the reminder that all she had to do was drain his opponent if it came to it.

The man she was to meet had signed off as S.G., and she didn’t even know what he looked like. They just agreed to a place and a time, but Hana believed she wouldn’t have trouble spotting him. Even wearing her necklace, which prevented her from recognizing cursed energy, they would probably be the only people in the park at that hour. It wouldn’t be difficult.

Just as she thought about it, she reached their agreed spot. It was a bench near the lake, already occupied by a man. He had been pretty punctual, which was something she appreciated.

The sound of her boots scraping the paved pathway made the stranger turn his head towards the source. As her figure emerged from the trees and approached him, the man inspected her. Hana was clad in black clothing excepting her scarf, which engulfed her neck making her look even tinier than she already was. She sported a layered bob cut that framed her pale face and made her gray eyes adorned with eyeliner pop.

The image would have made him chuckle if it weren’t for the fact that he hadn’t noticed an ounce of cursed energy emitting from her, only from the object he had purchased. There were lines forming on his forehead before he erased his annoyed expression with a more kind one. Hana lifted her thin eyebrows at his reaction, insulted.

He probably wasn’t expecting a woman to arrive, just as she wasn’t expecting a monk.

The man had beautiful sharp features and pretty fox-like brown eyes, that closed into crescent moons when he smiled upon her arrival. A very fake smile now that she had seen him frown, Hana may add. He wore blue robes and sandals, which resembled a buddhist priest’s attire. Hana thought he seemed fairly young to be one, and knowing he was a curse user just like her, it was probably some kind of ruse.

The woman put her hand inside her bag and grabbed the object the fake monk was waiting for. With a flick of her wrist, Hana tossed the object towards him, keeping some distance from him. The man caught the item with ease, his smile faltering. He then took a stack of money from under his clothes and actually handed it to her, like a normal person would. Hana stored it in her bag, smiling now that the exchange was complete. She spun on her heel, thoughts already drifting to the warmth of hot chocolate.

But the man wasn’t done. “I paid you, and you’re not going to tell me the object is fake?” His voice sliced through the cold night air, sharp with accusation.

Stupid monk. 

Hana stopped dead in her tracks, as panic took over her. She mustered the picture perfect face of innocence before turning to the man. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. It isn’t fake.” Her voice didn’t waver, as she feigned confusion.

“No, you’re right.” He shook his head, getting up from his seat on the bench. “It is the original piece, but it doesn’t have the cursed energy it used to have.” His eyes firmly fixed on her, his expression worryingly tranquil as he discarded the useless trinket onto the frosty grass. “ You don’t have the cursed energy you should have. I suppose that’s the job of the talisman you carry, am I correct?”

Stupid monk and his stupid keen eye.

Hana was frozen a few steps away from him, almost rooted to the spot. Her hand instinctively went to her necklace when she saw him try to shorten the distance between them. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She warned him, her voice barely above a whisper

But the man, sharing the white-haired sorcerer’s stubbornness, paid her no mind. Hana took off her necklace with a swift movement, her other palm colliding with the man’s chest before he stepped closer. She held onto his robes, feeling the exhilarating rush of sucking the cursed energy from him. A pleased smile played on her lips as he grimaced at the feeling. The man had a big amount of cursed energy, Hana noticed. She still didn’t fully know how to control her technique, the process stopping as she wasn’t concentrating anymore.

The man retracted a few steps from her, staring at her with wide eyes. Hana’s stance remained defensive, her hand extended in front of her warily. The man had underestimated her, that much was clear, but he also took notice of her hesitant nature. Her raw power was unrefined, yet the potential was undeniable. The cursed object he was looking for was nothing in comparison to who had delivered it to him. It had been four years since he had seen an exhibit of power like that, so needless to say he was intrigued.

Especially with a technique like that.

“That’s all?” Hana challenged him with a look, lowering her arm.

The man didn’t respond, which she attributed to shock. Instead of waiting for his answer, the woman turned and started walking. She had barely taken a few steps when his voice pierced the silence.

“Wait!” He called out.

Hana paused, her shoulder tensing, but spun back. “I’d rather not talk to curse users I’m not making business with.” She sighed. She was growing tired of his shenanigans already.

The man gave her an eerie smile. His expressions seemed performed, only natural when she had taken him by surprise. “Meet me here on Saturday and I won’t spread the word about your shady business.” He proposed, a certain glint in his eyes, but just Hana raised her brows at him in an unimpressed manner. “Alright, and I’ll give you an extra 100,000 yen.”

That was better.

The mention of money drew a smile from Hana as she clasped her necklace back on. The man watched it work with interest. “Saturday at 12, sharp. Right here. And you’re buying lunch, eh…” She trailed off, her brow furrowing slightly.  “What’s your name again?”

“Suguru Geto.” He replied, a note of amusement in his voice that did seem real. Hana nodded in acknowledgement, his name didn’t ring any bells, although she found it cute. “Yours?”

“Hana Akiwara.” She shot back and turned again, this time decided to get home no matter what he said. She waved her hand without looking in his direction, which was more dismissal than farewell. “See you then, Suguru!”

As she vanished into the night, Suguru stood motionless, a rare flicker of confusion crossing his features at the use of his first name by the stranger. It was the first time somebody was able to make him break his practiced character multiple times in a row, which he found more interesting than unsettling. His seller was turning out to be a delightful surprise.

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"Why is a filthy monkey delivering the cursed object?"

"Filthy monkey? Is this a racist thing?" Hana was stunted. "Look man, I just want the money"

i initially wanted to add this but geto is like one of the characters i want to take seriously hahahahaha

i promise as the story goes on i'll make my tone more serious for the tiniest bits of angst i'll write, but be warned that this is mostly a fix-it crack fic, i don't want to see my babies suffer :(

mmmm also let's forget i said kenji and hana lived in sendai, i didn't take into account the distance it had from tokyo so it didn't make much sense... sugisawa college is now in tokyo

on another note, has anybody noticed the vampire diares references at all???? or the fact that hana and kenji are basically mikasa and levi from shingeki physically?? i just love when i notice this in other fics, kinda cute, hope you don't find it annoying!!

and as always, comments and suggestions are highly appreciated! hope you guys like how it's turning out <3

[gojowh0rcs]

anyway, imagine despite all precautions taken and how careful and vigilant the two of them might’ve been (save for that one very spontaneous emotionally charged night), gojo still manages to get his s/o pregnant. it probably isnt even smth that crosses the realm of possibility in gojo’s mind at first just BECAUSE of how cautionary they (he) would have been. having a kid isnt really on his agenda. so much preparation and thought would have had to gone into even entertaining the idea on normal circumstances. but gojo--what with everything going on pre-shibuya arc--would be too buried under his responsibilities to dedicate the proper time and energy into caring for a pregnant s/o. it’s probably pure denial and avoidance that halts him from delving deeper into the possibility at first. he doesn’t have the time so the universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to layer another obligation, especially one as important as this, onto his already sky-high pile---is what he thinks. but then he remembers the universe has never quite been on his side (perhaps terrible luck was the karmic balance of the strongest). being head of his clan and the sole pushing force of it does deem him a little freedom. there’s nothing anyone could truly force him to do, which is why he’s the nerve to be so rebellious in the first place (along with just being the literal strongest sorcerer---who gon check him? LMFAO). but gossip and social pressure from the higher ups is bound to aggravate him. he still has to stay somewhat within the lines of their politics. play a little by their rules. impregnating a s/o without any social standing or status in jujutsu society probably spreads rumors of diluting the gojo bloodline. he ignores it, ofc. lets them have that if they want. but he draws all lines at dragging his s/o and specifically their baby into that world. there’s a huge, steal wall of separation he builds thicker than before between his s/o and jujutsu society. no one is forcing his s/o into the gojo clan, no one is forcing his child into obligation or training either. he decides. this is his. and they belong solely to him. 

(that being said he’d definitely train his child regardless if they’re born with cursed techniques or not when they come of age. its just under his say not anyone elses :) SDJDSDFJ)

as for the relationship with his s/o, idk if he’d marry them outright just because they’d get pregnant. that entirely depends on the s/o and their own perception of marriage. if its important to them, then maybe. but i dont think gojo would want to put that pressure, and he doesnt really care about what society or anyone would have to say abt having a child out of wedlock either. actually it seems more in character for gojo to never actually legally marry but have a whole secret long-term relationship on the side that no one knows abt until he’s sealed and his s/o comes lookin for him 💀. when his students find out hes just like oops lol hehe silly me 

their relationship would definitely take a different undertone. gojo already regarded his s/o as his, but the pregnancy would make that x100000. he’d start making decisions on their behalf without them always knowing, takes more of a lead. might not legally take the title, but definitely assumes the role of a husband. a lot more protective, but its all very subtle. his s/o would feel the change in energy coming from him. he might move them out of their apartment and somewhere more safe and secluded. the city is crawling with curses, so the farther out they are, they less likelihood of danger. might set up a curtain that protects their home that keeps curses and curse users out when hes not there. he’s still not as present as he’d like to be, so his s/o might be left feeling lonely, but there is a notable effort in how much more frequent his visits will be (especially closer to the delivery date). 

gojo might  🤏 be a little more vulnerable than usual too. it might actually catch him by surprise. he thought he’d be just as vacant and as distant of a father as someone like toji. there’s probably a theory out there that jujutsu sorcerers make for shitty parents. they’re all too hardened to coddle the dearness, the preciousness of youth. hence why so many sorcerers are forced to grow up early and thus the cycle repeats. he probably rationalizes that he’ll be like that too. that even if he’d try, and god will he try, he’d still manage to fuck his kid up a little. it’s just how these things kind of go. but there will be so many nights that he rests his cheek against his s/o’s growing belly and tells their baby stories about his day, his students, his battles. he complains about the higher ups and their stagnant ways. he tells their baby that he’s the strongest sorcerer alive, and thereby the coolest dad in the world. and on nights where he’s troubled by things he’s too proud to divulge, he tells them that he will rip time and the universe apart for them with his strong hands. that no one could touch a hair on their head without his permission. that he’d do anything for them. that they were his, and he’d protect them for the rest of his life.

[tempenensis]

So you think Gojo and Megumi are not emotionally connected? I wouldn’t say they’re “emotionally close” ofc, cause like you said Megumi tends to pull away and Gojo being “the strongest” is kinda detached.

But Gojo saw that kid grow up🥺 After Tsumiki, Gojo is probably the closest thing Megumi has to a family…right?

I do agree that Megumi probably views Gojo primary as a Benefactor, but what about Gojo? How do you think he views Megumi?

Not this again, please. Please, this is the very last time I will entertain this discussion. I'm so tired of this.

First of all, I never said Megumi and Gojo are not emotionally connected. I just said that they are distanced, okay?

Megumi clearly said that he is going to jujutsu school and working as jujutsushi to pay their debt to Gojo and said that for him, Gojo is his benefactor. He said "onjin", meaning someone he is indebted to.

Q: What is Gojo satoru for you? A: For now, benefactor.

I don't know how it is in your place, but Asia people usually feel reluctant and awkward when we ask more out of our benefactor, which is why Gojo comments like this when Megumi asks him to train him, implying that he rarely asked.

Gojo already wrote off his debt to Zenin clan, then trained him since he was young in jujutsu, now that he grew and realized the burden of his debt, it's reasonable to think that Megumi also feeling the reluctancy and awkwardness of asking more out of his benefactor.

Now, Gojo. The reason why Gojo went out of his way to look for Megumi is this.

(literal translation of this. yes, it's harsh)

Q: Why did Gojo went to meet "Fushiguro Megumi" who he heard from Touji? A: To seek excellent human resources.

By this time, presumably Gojo started to gather young talented jujutsushi to then be taught so that he can realize his dream of "resetting the rotten jujutsu world" by means of "growing" strong allies. Megumi being the first of them. So, it's also selfish in Gojo's part too in supporting the Fushiguro siblings financially.

This is also from the fanbook. The reason why he helps even problematic kids like Yuuta and Itadori is because he doesn't really care as long they are strong. As long as they have the potential. And Gojo has implied that Megumi's cursed technique able to go on par with his.

Yes, Gojo taught him since he was young. Yes, he saw Megumi and Tsumiki grew up. But not as a parental figure, simply as a mentor and benefactor who care for their well-being. There is a difference of emotional distance between being a parent and being a teacher. I know it's difficult to see, but as someone who has some experience in this matter, there's a certain limit that a teacher shouldn't pass. That the only one who can and is allowed to reach emotional distance past that limit is parental figure. In this matter, IMHO Gojo is a proper, good teacher.

This is why I don't think Gojo ever see Megumi as his "son". And Megumi himself never sees Gojo as a parental figure.

There. This is the last time I will answer about this topic. Any other ask discussing this matter will be ignored.

[secondhand-trash]

hi hi cadence sama can i get 22 with ofc yuuji pls 😌😍

A/N: tag yourself I’m megumi😌

Pairing: Itadori Yuuji x reader

Word count: 816

22. dragging your friends to help take your cheesy couple photos even though they are all unwilling because no one wants to look at you two pretending to kiss each other for the camera

It wasn’t easy finding a trustworthy person to be your camera person. 

Kugisaki was judgmental about taking pictures for social media and she would not let you walk away with an inch of skin unscathed as she kept remarking on how tacky couple pictures are. Maki wouldn’t even bother to entertain you and if you hand your phone to Inumaki, you might just get it back with a camera roll full of his selfies and no pictures of you. You didn’t even want to think about asking Gojo to help even though he seemed rather eager, wanting to bury yourself in a hole just as the thought of asking your teacher of all people to third wheel.

And Panda... He was a panda, could the screen even detach his fingers?

By elimination, it left only one person you could turn to for this sacred task.

Fushiguro tried to walk away the moment he saw you looking around with your phone in hand and a smiling Itadori in the other, but he was still one second too late.

“Fushiguro!” 

It was too late for him to pretend that he did not hear you when you, as sharp as always, knew immediately that he could not run away from the split second you made eye contact. He knew what you were looking for and sadly, it seemed he was your victim of the day.

“Can you help us take a picture?” you held your phone out simultaneously as you asked, making it quite clear that he was never given an option to choose to start with, “please?”

“Huh...” Fushiguro exhaled, reluctantly taking your phone when you shoved it towards him once more when he didn’t respond, “and can I please ask why?”

“It’s our five-month anniversary,” Itadori scratched the back of his neck, flashing a wide grin towards you as his face grew flushed.

Fushiguro wanted to mention that there was no such thing as a five-month “anniversary”, but he knew the couple in front of him had nothing but pink bubbles in their heads and he had no interest in spending even more time on this than it absolutely needed to.

He sighed, watching in silence as you two excitedly talk about what pose you should do. 

“I’ll come back when you’re ready-”

“No! We’re ready!” you stopped him, “Just keep snapping, we’ll pick the one that works when we’re done.”

Fushiguro had only managed to turn half way around before you crushed his escape plan. He did not know if he had managed to keep his face straight instead of letting them twist together when Itadori held you up in a bridal carry with ease, grinning ear to ear when you wrapped your arms around his neck. 

“Remember to use portrait mode,” you remarked.

“Hm...” 

“And can you hold the phone sideways?” Itadori chimed in.

Fushiguro held down his urge to roll his eyes as he nodded forcefully, trying to be as professional as he could. His helpful spirit died little by little as you showed no sign of being done, only seeming to get more and more into it as it went on. 

Small pecks on your boyfriend’s cheek turned into full-on kisses when Itadori couldn’t stop from laughing at the ticklish feeling, hoisting you up his arms when he kissed you square on the lips, until staying still got unbearable and you kissed him back. His fingers curled under your knees, his smile spreading wider and wider when you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck. You put lip gloss on before taking the shot and seeing the plumpness up close made his face hot. It was now smeared over his own lips and the sweetness only made him dip his head down for more as you giggled.

You were both very into it, very much so in your own world as you curled up in his strong arms.

So much so that the suffering of the other person who had to watch all of that happen was completely forgotten.

Fushiguro Megumi had no idea that time could pass by so slowly until Itadori finally put you down. It was a wonder that he could feel so drained even though he wasn’t doing anything that required his energy. 

He silently let out a heavy breath when you took your phone back from him, already ready to take a stride in the direction of his dorm room when you were scrolling through the camera roll with Itadori leaning down to look over your shoulder. 

“Oh, these are good!” you beamed, linking your arm into Itadori’s as you showed him the pictures.

Fushiguro sighed. It was a hassle, but it was good that his friends were being happy he supposed.

The little bit of satisfaction he felt cracked when he heard what Itadori said next.

“We’ll come to you for help again next time!”

(back to the prompt list)

[ririakaashi]

Rainy dates with jujutsu kaisen boys part 1

Hello everyone, it’s my first time to write a story on tumblr, while I’m watching jujutsu kaisen along with the characters, I fell inlove with them and I was really entertained reading different stories with us being the main character and being paired up with each character, so I got inspired in writing one and maybe in the future I would write more. 😘

How will they spend time with you during rainy days ☔️?

Theme: fluff ☁️☁️☁️

Characters in this part: (yuujixfem reader),(megumi x fem reader)

Warning: grammatical errors 😭

This cutie strawberry-haired dork is a type of boyfriend who loves to do a lot of fun stuff and being an adventurous bean that he can make you not forget every single memories that you two will share everyday.

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[scenario 1]

He noticed that the rain wouldn’t be that strong and he wants to make your day with him extra special so here’s what he might do:

As the rain started to fall, he will pull your hand leading the both of you outside the dorm.

This man will give you a lot of surprises such as he will prepare some music playing on his waterproof speaker.

Then he will offer his hand to you like some prince from a fairytale disney movies, then will lead you to a slow dance and will spin you around like some princess (such a romantic man indeed 🥺) or like the scene in high school musical 3.

Then he will re enact some romantic films where the male and female lead will kiss in the rain (he’s into watching any movies which makes him adorable).

The following example of movie where the couple will kiss in the rain are the notebook and breakfast at tiffany’s, after you two dance he will pull you closer and hold your cheeks while telling you how much he loves you until he kiss you passionately.

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Another scenario can be this one:

[scenario 2]

He was worried that the weather will be stormy today so he told you that you should spend some night on his dorm, which you don’t mind.

He lend you his oversized hoodies and you can see him blushing due to fact that you look adorable.

He will cook you some ramen 🍜, since it’s perfect for rainy days (he’s actually a good cook)

He offered you to have a netflix marathon with him and he will bring you a lot of snacks to make sure that you’re happy 🥺.

While watching movies, he will give you cuddles and maybe make-out sessions (he’s a perverted baby).

After watching movies, he can also play games with you till midnight, he will make sure that you two will have lots of fun.

When you two feel tired, he will carry you like a bride and put you on the bed and covering some fluffy and warm blanket to you and he will join you later, since he will take some few pictures of you sleeping.

He will whisper in your ears “ I love you (y/n)” and kiss you on the forehead.

Overall he’s very sweet and caring boyfriend which will make you love him even more.

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This type of guy that prefers making you feel safe and he doesn’t want you to get sick in the rain, he can be cold to others but he’s actually a softie only to you but don’t underestimate this baby, cause he will make sure as well that you will have fun spending time with him even if it’s raining. He’s actually the kind of boyfriend who loves being cozy and comfortable even if you’re just in the house.

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[scenario 1]

As the rain poured down from the gray sky, he closed his door and hugging you from behind.

He would low key whisper in your ears “sleep with me tonight (y/n), in a husky voice.

You blushed and nodded to his request( he actually likes making fun of you), then when he saw you blushing he will laugh softly. 🥵♥️

He’s the kind of guy with an organized list of what you both will do for today in your rainy dates (well he’s very neat as It seems).

He will lend you his hoodies since you look adorable in it.

He will first asked you to watch some documentaries like crime documentaries (which he seemed to fit, since he likes knowing a lot of stuff) and he will bring you some home made food such as sandwiches and fruits.

After watching the movie, he likes to read comics or knowledgeable books while laying on your lap.

He might share his fave playlist while cuddling you.

He will make some dinner for the both of you or he will ask you to help him making it.

After having a dinner he will pamper you such as sharing a bubble bath with you while massaging your body, lending you again his fave shirt and pajamas.

As both of you lay down on the bed, he will wrap his arms around you and lean in for a kiss, which can also lead from making out sessions (if he’s in the mood).

He will play some board games with you (if both of you don’t feel sleepy).

Before you two will go to sleep, he will stare in your eyes and kiss you on forehead, down the nose and lastly your lips passionately.

He will smile and blushed and tell you “Thank you for making me happy today (y/n), I love you so much”.

You smiled back and will tell him “ Thank you for making our rainy day special”

You two fell asleep in each others arm.

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[scenario 2]

You were walking down the city streets while placing the snacks you’ve bought on your bag, since it’s for your date with megumi but suddenly the rain started to fall.

You’ve panic and checked your phone was on a dead battery moment. You had no other choice but to run on the busy streets of tokyo.

You’ve found a bus stop where you can sit down and wait for the rain to end but before you walk towards the stop, you’ve noticed there’s no rain falling on your head and you felt a warm arms hugging you.

You raised your head and saw megumi holding his umbrella while looking at you worriedly, you’ve apologized to him for making him worry, he just stared in your eyes and pulled you closer.

He held your cheek and kissed you passionately knowing that the umbrella fell on the ground but he didn’t mind because he was just kissing you.

You’ve kissed him back while the rain is pouring on both of you.

You two pulled away and blushed and feeling embarrassed. Since, a lot of people we’re watching the both of you like you two were in some kind of a movie scene. ( like the kissing scene in some kdrama)

He smiled and pulled you away from the people watching the both of you.

As you two got back on his dorm, he placed a towel on your head while drying your hair and you did the same same with him.

He lend you some hoodies to warm you up and he will cook some warm some for both of you.

You two will have some cuddle time while watching some romantic movies while eating some snacks.

He will chat with you a lot of stuff that he usually read from the book or the movie you’ve watched together. (He’s really bubbly around you which is very cute ☺️)

He will summon his divine dogs and you two will play with them ( as if they were real dogs).

He might give you tickles while you’re teasing him for his cute childhood photos taken by gojo sensei.

He can play an instrument for you like a guitar and serenading you and you’re smiling since his voice melts your ❤️ (he’s actually a good singer).

A few hours later while he was reading a book, he saw you sleeping and he placed the book on the bed side.

He placed your head on his arms and kiss your forehead.

“ I’m so lucky to have you, you’re beautiful, kind, sweet and I love you (y/n). He whispered as he watched you sleeping in his arms.

He might not be the adventurous and fun guy but he can make you sweep off your feet, he’s the cozy type of guy that can make your heart warm and fuzzy for being a quiet but affectionate man.

End of part 1

Next will be gojo and nanami for part 2

Thank you guys for reading, I really did my best to write this.

While writing this story , I’m wishing for all of the characters to exist in real life 😭😭 but ofc we know that there are also a real man that can do this for us .

I would gladly read your comments so please let me know if you want more stories ♥️♥️♥️

Lovelots, vam