#protective gojo satoru

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Clan Leader Gojo Satoru AU

A short one-shot to enjoy! 😆

!!Warning!! Implied smut, suggestive theme and violence. MDNI, please.

Arranged marriage…

You would think in this modern era, that ancient method is already nonexistent. But it actually still lives… albeit most people have modified it to suit the modern era… that is what we call blind date.

But I am in fact, being arranged a marriage with a man whom I have never seen the face. Objection is not an option, so I have no choice but to be married off. Such is the fate of the weak clan in jujutsu world. There are number of reasons why the old fossi… ahem, I mean elders choose the weak clan to be the wife of the head of the current strongest clan, the Gojo clan.

First off, as we are weak, we are easier to control. I can be a spy for them who can observe the head of Gojo in the closest distance… which of course, I am not going to do. In fact, I would do the opposite.

Second, we are a weak clan, but as weak as we are, we are good at collecting information. Thus, many of my kins are windows or work in the admin of jujutsu circle and the best part, is they have access to all information available, including information that has no relation to jujutsu world. Thus the main reason for me being placed as the head of Gojo clan’s wife.

Third, my appearance… no, I am not saying I have an Earth-shattering, Heaven-defying type or even a beauty that will ruin the nation type of appearance. But according to them, my so-so appearance (according to me) and petite height are also a weapon to reign the wild clan head.

Fourth… apparently, I have the ideal body structure to accommodate pregnancy, labour and delivery… so, they want me as children breeding machine. Probably thinking if they can’t get the Gojo head to surrender to their whim, our children will.

On that note, they can #$$^%^$%&^*&%^%$&^% themselves.

But it’s not all bad. If there’s one thing I know about my husband be is that he is unbelievably handsome. Who wouldn’t want a handsome husband to look at? Granted, I might not be able to look at him every time I want… I don’t even know if I can see him after the wedding. But… well… whatever happens will happen. If the time comes, I can just look at the wedding picture to savour his appearance.

And today is the day of the omiai, the day I will meet my future husband-to-be for the first time. we have been sitting for an hour in the… whatever room we are in now, waiting for the esteemed head of the Gojo clan, Gojo Satoru to come.

The noisy old fossils are gritting their teeth now, that Gojo Satoru must have done it on purpose. This deserves a thumbs up, but since I am also waiting and getting tired too, I must retract my thumbs up.

After another eternity… which is actually just five minutes in reality, the shoji door slides open, revealing the head of the Gojo clan, in his kimono, saunters in like he owns the room… okay, he owns the room since we are in Gojo mansion now. He didn’t bother to be polite or pay any respect to old fossils.

He plops on his seat cushion, hands inside the sleeves and eyes surveying the glares he is receiving with glee. ‘Ah, this is a routine.’ My mouth twitches at his reaction.

“Gojo Satoru!” one of the old fossils started by calling his name.

‘Haaa… he is on it again.’ I let out a small inaudible sigh behind my furisode sleeves.

“Mutsuki Fuuka.” Another one calls my name and I know I am going to listen to their nonsense again… it’s about how to be a good wife, how I must bear a male heir… blah blah blah… it’s something they have repeated for the nth time and something that I have never listened to for the nth time. Instead, I just doze off.

I don’t doze off for long before I suddenly feel my body lurches forward. I jolt awake and see my angle of view have shifted. I am staring at the floor… I peer up and see my husband to be is peering down at me, smirking with amusement dancing in his eyes. He then shifts my body, so I am being carried in princess style.

“That’s enough nagging from you,” he said.

“We only talked for 5 minutes.” They barked.

“Shut up.” Gojo Satoru glared, effectively chilling the temperature and his curse energy spiked up. “My wife is tired, she needs her sleep.” With that said, he carries me out of the room, leaving the screeching-but-can’t-do-anything elders.

“Where are we going?” I struggle to focus on my bleary eyes.

“My room. It’s comfier to sleep there,” he smirked.

“Oh…” I drop my head into the hollow of his neck and continue sleeping.

The next day, I woke up in a comfy huge bed, with my hair undone and furisode changed into a yukata, and on the side of the bed was my future husband-to-be. I tilt my head, trying to remember what had transpired last night. “Oh.” I hit my fist on my palm. I was carried here so I could sleep better. Now… I look at my sleeping husband-to-be. Can I get out of bed without waking him? Should I just step over him? Can it be done? With my short legs? Maybe I can just step on him?

“Pft.” I look at my now awake future husband who is trembling while holding his laughter, one of his pretty blue eyes is peeking at me… he must have been awake for some time. “You sure are calm for someone who woke up on a bed with a stranger.”

“…We are going to get married?” I tilt my head to the other side while answering his question.

“Yeah, we are.” Gojo Satoru sits up, tousling his hair. His messy from sleep yukata is revealing part of his torso. “Like what you see?” he stops ruffling his hair and teases me instead.

“Yeah. Looking at pretty things can elevate my mood.” I nod without batting an eye.

“Well~” he drawled. “Looking at pretty things does make the mood better for sure.” He purrs.

“?”

“In any case, nice to meet you, wifey.” This sentence means he will accept the arranged marriage. We do share a common interest in making the old fossil go bald or even better if they died because of high blood pressure.

“Likewise, hubby.” We shook hands and sealed our fate together. ~”~

The wedding ceremony happens pretty fast after our initial meeting. In one week, I have officially and legally become the wife of Gojo Satoru, sitting in the position of Mrs. Gojo. The old fossils are anticipating the birth of the heir, but here’s a secret… the two of us haven’t consummated our marriage yet. The reason is simple… it’s all to drive the old fossils crazy and also we promised each other that not touching without consent.

For the flashy show my husband gave to the world to see, he is an upright and morally just… okay, a bit questionable because he sometimes pulls crazy stunts to make the old fossils die quicker. But he is not a philanderer or whore or gigolo or anything remotely close to that. Man is busy leading his own clan and out to exorcise curse spirits all day around… or he is the master of hiding all of his scandalous affairs.

*Flick*

“Ouch.” I rub the sore red spot on my forehead.

“You are thinking about some strange things again, aren’t you?” Satoru rolls his eyes.

“I am not. I am just thinking whether you are a gigolo or not.” I answered.

*Flick*

“That’s what I call a strange thing.” Satoru deadpanned. “…Seriously, do I look like one?”

“Absolutely.” I give him a thumbs up, the highest praise I will ever give to someone.

“Seriously?” he sweatdrops.

“Seriously.” I nod.

“…”

“So, are you?” I ask.

“It hurts when your own wife doesn’t believe in you. Oh, woe is me.” Satoru clutches his chest, where his heart is. I am just staring at him, waiting for his answer. “…I am not.” His palm drops on the top of my head.

“I know. Just want to clear the doubt. There is a 0,0000000000000000001% chance that you were hiding them.”

“At the very least, I can promise you I will never lie to you,” Satoru mutters. Our marriage is one of mutual respect for each other… and in the scheme of how to make those old fossils die out of anger.

Life is all and good. We have a very very peaceful life for a short while before the old fossils can no longer wait for the pregnancy news. Since the nagging has no effect… well, not like we listened to it anyway. They take a drastic measure that we never expected to.

The two of us just came back from dinner. The servants of the mansion inform us that noisy old fossils are waiting for us in the drawing room. Satoru narrows his eyes but says nothing. We make our way to the drawing room. Opening the door, the sharp gazes of old fossils zero to me. I blink at the blatant hostility. Satoru takes a step forward and shields me from them, with his chin up and eyes looking down at them. “Speak. If this is not important, I will make sure you spend the rest of your lives in the hospital awaiting death.” His cold voice, though spoken normally, still instils fear into the people present.

“Hmph!” one of the ancient fragile fossils harrumphed. “If it’s not because of your incompetent wife, we also don’t want to waste our time here.”

“Oh?” Satoru cocks his brow, his curse energy is simmering… as if waiting for the right moment to erupt.

“That’s right! Your failure of a wife still hasn’t gotten pregnant yet despite being married to you for a month.”

“…” I blink, tilting my head. I have a hunch they will come to hound us about this sooner or later… but not this soon. Just like they said, we only have gotten married for a month… shouldn’t they have at least waited for about… half a year?

“So?” Satoru pressed.

“We have chosen another more suitable woman to bear your child. Come-” A flash of red flies straight, brushing the speaking elder and straight out to the veranda and garden, effectively destroying the room and garden.

I hear a high-pitched shriek and a woman scrambles away in fear. My mouth takes an ‘o’ shape as I see what she is wearing. The woman basically wearing the skimpiest of clothing that it’s borderline illegal to wear in public.

“What did you say?” Satoru’s massive curse energy releases a suffocating pressure. The elders are trying to get the words out. “What did you call my wife? A failure?” the pressure grows heavier and it starts affecting me too. “How about I show you the fate of the one who dares to slander my wife?” even bigger pressure is enveloping the room… probably the whole mansion. The woman has already fainted from the said pressure and her body is twitching. I hope she will be okay and hopefully not foolish enough to believe these old men in the future.

Now… on to the more pressing matter…

“…Satoru…” I tug his sleeve, trying to get his attention. “I can’t breathe,” I mumbled softly. In an instant, the pressure dissipated and I could breathe normally again. “!” Satoru lifts me into his arm.

“Do not show your faces here anymore or next time it won’t end without you all retiring six feet under.” His eyes glow as he looks at them and clicks his tongue. “This will be the last warning I give you.” with underlying promise, Satoru brings me back to our bedroom and sits me down on the bed. He starts firing a barrage of questions in panic to check me if I am alright.

“I am fine. I don’t think I suffer any internal damage.” My mouth twitches at the contrasting sight of my husband. He was so ready to turn into a serial killer just a moment ago, and now he is like a lost puppy who is guilty of doing something bad.

“Are you really sure? I shall have Shoko do a full checkup on you.”

“You are exaggerating.”

“Worrying for your wife's well-being is not exaggerating.” He pouts, resting his head on my thighs.

“I will be fine after you feed me a lot of sweets.” I smile, burying my hands into his white tresses, stroking it, earning content hums from my hubby.

“We will be having our own Tour of Sweets starting tomorrow.”

“Okay. I am looking forward to it.” I let out a light giggle as I continued stroking his hair. “But to be honest… I was expecting this to happen, but not this soon.”

“They were a bunch of old fossils that can’t think of anything except playing with young girls. There’s no need to heed their stupid nonsense.” Satoru grumbles.

“I won’t… but they will surely bring this up again in the future.”

“Would they dare? I wasn’t threatening them. I was promising them that death would greet them next time.” he snorts.

“You know they would…”

Satoru lifts his head to look at me, “Haaaa���” and lets out a tired long sigh. “I have a surefire way to shut them up permanently.”

“By burying them six feet under?”

“Tempting, but not that.”

“Oh, do tell.”

“I just need to make sure you are pregnant with my baby.”

“…”

“…”

For a while, the two of us are just staring at each other. *boof* and a small blush covers my cheeks as I quickly push Satoru’s head down, squishing him to my thighs.

“F-Fuu?” Satoru twists and turns just to take a peek and is absolutely gleeful at my flushed cheeks.

“...will… will it end after I got pregnant or… do you have ulterior motives?” I asked softly.

Satoru blinks, pushes himself up and plants his hands on either side of my legs, face hovering close to mine. “Will you get angry if I say I absolutely have ulterior motives for doing this?” His voice is barely above whisper as if he is saying his deepest secret.

“Depend on the ulterior motive…” I reply with the same hushed tone.

“I want to dote on you… even after you are pregnant with my child… even after the child is born… even after you grow old… and will still dote on you even after you reincarnate…” The gap between us is just a hairbreadth. If I tilt my head up just a tiny bit, the gap will be closed.

“Was the last part necessary?” I blink, amused.

“Yes… absolutely…” his lips graze mine. “I want us to be together for our next next next life… for eternity…”

“Can you really do that?”

“Of course. I am the strongest.” He purrs as he manages to get me to lie down on the mattress, deliciously pinned underneath him, with one of his legs wedged in between my legs.

“Then, if you don’t hold up on to your promise, I will curse you for all eternity. You won’t be able to get it up.” I said.

“It can never get up unless it’s for you.” A wide predator grin adorns his face. Satoru doesn’t bother to mask the burning desire in his eyes.

His gaze prickles my body, making it hotter, all the while sending shivers down my spine.  “...nn…” and a barely audible moan escaped my lips.

Satoru growls and buries his head in the crook of my neck, sweating and breathing heavily. His hot puff of breath does nothing but contribute to my arousal and his hot pulsing erect limb is pressing right on my aching core.

“Fuu…” he licks a stripe up my neck. His voice is thick with need and desperation.

“Satoru…” my own voice is also thick with desire. “Make me yours and in turn be mine completely.”

Being given the brightest green light ever. Satoru is quick to get to work. In no time, the annoying barrier called dress, clothes, pants and underwear are scattered on the floor…

Skin touching skin, lascivious delightful moans and groans followed by obscene squelching sounds echo in the bedroom. No more words need to be exchanged between us. The raw primal need and the carnal desire to be one is enough as conversation for tonight.

Stroking, groping, licking and thrusting. Each of those actions spoke volumes of how we have yearned for this… yearned for each other. Despite only knowing each other for a month, we are so sure that we are the one for each other.

Satoru's guttural growls and groans are ringing deliciously in my ear. The way his hot burning hands stuck themselves tightly on my hips. Each sharp thrust of his is taking me higher and higher to euphoria.

The way he pushes his load back inside with each thrust is turning me on more and more.

Satoru swears as he blows another load into my womb as I cum for the nth time tonight. But instead of going soft, his limb is still hard…

“So greedy…” he teased and abused my overstimulated hole. “...still refused… to let me… go…haaa… perfect…you are perfection…” stream of praises flowing out of his mouth like water.

My delirious mind can no longer comprehend what he said, incoherent babblings of his name is what I could say for the rest of the night. Wanting to feel more pleasure… even more than this… legs locked tightly on his waist, refusing to let go.

“Yeah… I will definitely get you pregnant after tonight.” Satoru pressed a kiss on my forehead and continued to drown me in his love.

After tonight, Satoru unlocked his hidden fetish for breeding kink. Just the image of his wife’s stomach swelling with mini him is enough to send blood rushing to his dick. Coupled with the image of his cum overflowing his wife’s tight hole… let’s just say he won’t be stopping anytime soon. ~”~

I was awakened by gentle kisses across my face. I let out a small whine because my sleep was disturbed. I am still tired and sleepy. My whine only serves my husband to laugh even more.

“Noisy…” I groan, burying my face deeper into the comfy pillow.

“It’s not my fault that you are so adorable.” A big hand wrapped itself around my stomach, pulling me flush against my topless hubby's hard chest. His hand wriggles around until it rests inside my (his) button-up shirt, on my bare lower stomach, slowly tracing patterns on where my womb should be.

“Do you think you are gonna get pregnant?” He whispered.

“...” with how many times he poured his load yesterday…

“Well, I can always try again today.”

“...I am still tired.”

“I will do all the work, wifey. You just need to sit back and enjoy it.”

From that day onwards, date is a routine in the day and physical intimacy is the routine for the night. I also picked up his habit of goading me to have physical intimacy by stroking my womb… and it succeeded more often than not.

The next day after, Satoru will wake up energetic, happy and sated… while I will wake up tired, happy and sated. I really wonder where he got his bottomless stamina… It's quite an envious trait.

Satoru is a very affectionate person. He doesn’t care when and where, he will dote on me when he feels like it. His doting will be in the form of having me sit on his lap to feeding me sweets… Be it in the middle of the meeting with old fossils or when he is out doing missions by calling while in the midst of exorcising curses… speaking of mission, he refuses missions that will cause him can’t go home for the night. When he was asked for the reason…

“I want to get my wife pregnant. Isn’t this the first and foremost priority?” He shamelessly threw the sentence to their faces. He was laughing hysterically when recounting the event to me.

Well, it’s not long until two red lines show up in the test. And 9 months later, an additional family member to the Gojo clan was born. ~”~

[bloody-bee-tea]

Don't ask (please do)

Satoru isn’t sure what’s going on. Suguru is strangely subdued these days, quiet in ways he wasn’t before and even as Satoru explains his—frankly—ingenious automation of his Limitless technique, he keeps an eye on Suguru.

It seems as if Suguru is looking straight at him, but his gaze is empty, hollow, passing right through Satoru and something sharp and painful lodges in his chest, like a splinter.

He worries.

“Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?” he calls out after Shoko left with a wave of her hand, his eyes fixed on Suguru, who simply shrugs the question off.

“It’s just heat fatigue. I’ll be fine.”

It’s a lie.

Satoru doesn’t even need to know Suguru as well as he does to know that it’s a lie, and not even a good one. Suguru is wearing his entire uniform; Satoru and Shoko are dressed down to alleviate the heat at least a little bit, but Suguru is wearing his jacket as well, all buttoned up.

There is no way it’s the heat, not when he’s dressed like that.

Besides; Satoru gave Suguru explicit permission to throw something at him, right at his head, too. Suguru should be overjoyed by that. He always threatens to throw something at Satoru if he doesn’t shut up, and now the one time he actually has permission and he can apparently barely be bothered to participate.

No, something is wrong.

“Suguru,” Satoru starts but Suguru turns away from him before he can even think of what to say.

“I said I’m fine, Satoru.” His voice is barely raised enough to reach Satoru and while Suguru has always been soft-spoken, he’s never been quiet like this.

Satoru watches Suguru walk off, his shoulder’s hunched as if he’s warding off a chill or preparing for an attack even though they are in the middle of Jujutsu High, one of the best protected places there is.

He seems small in a way Satoru isn’t used to and the splinter in his chest only lodges itself deeper.

Something is wrong with Suguru and Satoru is going to find out what.

~*~*~

Satoru has never been a very attentive person. His Six Eyes provide him with more information than he can reasonably compute and he learned to tune most of it out early on, in pure self-preservation.

But now he fixes all of his Eyes on Suguru. Now, he’s being very attentive.

And Satoru finds that he doesn’t like what he finds.

Suguru is losing weight. The bags under his eyes grow darker with every day—he can give Shoko a run for her money with them already—and his fingers keep shaking. He barely eats. He doesn’t laugh. On the rare occasion they are all together, Suguru tags along Shoko and Satoru as if it’s a chore rather than something he actually wants to do.

“Suguru, are you alright?” Satoru finds himself asking again, one afternoon where he managed to find Suguru outside of his room for once, even if he barely acknowledges Satoru’s presence.

“Stop asking me that, I told you, it’s just the heat,” Suguru gives back, just a beat too late, as if mustering the strength to speak is already too much for him.

The heat is still oppressive, Satoru will give him that, but where Satoru is wearing a thin t-shirt, Suguru continues to be dressed up in his normal uniform, even though they have the afternoon off.

There’s not a bead of sweat on his face and Satoru would bet his entire heritance that Suguru is cold to the touch.

“Yeah, right, the heat,” Satoru gives back, makes sure to let Suguru know how unconvincing he is by the sarcastic tone of his voice and he regrets it the moment Suguru gets up to leave.

He never simply walked away from Satoru like that.

Satoru wants to call him back, wants to follow after him and drape himself over Suguru’s back like he did countless times before but he can’t bring himself to move.

Something is wrong with Suguru, and he’s not letting Satoru know what it is.

The thought stings, the hurt settles right next to the worry in his chest, two splinters now vying for attention and it makes Satoru just a little bit sick.

He watches Suguru walk away from him, afraid to take his eyes off Suguru for even a second. It feels as if he so much as blinks Suguru could turn into mist and dissipate into the night as if he was never there in the first place.

The thought scares Satoru.

~*~*~

Satoru is an annoying person, he knows that. It’s mostly by choice, except for when it isn’t, and even though he usually doesn’t give much thought to how abrasive or overbearing, how loud and rude he is, he starts to care now.

Things with Suguru feel delicate at the moment; Suguru himself feels delicate.

He used to be a strong and steady pillar at Satoru’s side, sturdy and supportive for everyone around him but the more Satoru watches him, the more time passes, the more noticeable the small cracks seem to get.

Satoru thinks that Suguru is brittle enough to crumble with a wrong word and it makes him cautious.

He wants to go back to how they were before, joking around, rough-housing with each other, but the thought that Suguru could fracture apart with the slightest touch makes Satoru keep his hands to himself.

It doesn’t help that he’s barely at the school these days; Yaga and the higher-ups are sending him on back-to-back missions almost all the time now and Satoru knows that Suguru is not faring much better.

Except while Satoru seems to thrive under the stress, Suguru seems to break.

“Hey, Suguru, join me for dinner, will you?” Satoru calls out as he jogs up to Suguru, careful to keep a little bit of distance between them because the thought that he could cause Suguru to shatter is unbearable.

Better safe than sorry.

“I’m not hungry,” Suguru gives back, his voice still lacking that distinct inflection that makes it feel alive and warm, and Satoru tries to hide his frown.

He doesn’t even know why because it’s not as if Suguru is even looking at him.

“You haven’t eaten in ages, though, come on, we can get your favourite,” Satoru needles him, and that finally gets a reaction out of Suguru.

“How would you know when I last ate,” Suguru says, seemingly too tired to even give the words the proper inflection to make it a question and Satoru bites his tongue.

Suguru is probably not going to take it well if he tells him that Satoru is keeping all of his Six Eyes on him these days.

“You’re never around anymore, anyway,” Suguru adds, much more quiet, much more bitter than anticipated, and Satoru almost freezes in his steps.

It’s true; neither of them are around much these days with all the missions. Satoru knows that the missions stress Suguru out, can see it in his deteriorating health, but it never occurred to Satoru that his absence would be something that bothers Suguru so much.

“Yeah, things have been busy, haven’t they?” he agrees with a wistful smile and he feels as if he burns when Suguru’s eyes slide over to him.

It feels as if it’s been ages since Suguru last looked at him.

“You look good, though,” Suguru mutters and while Satoru usually would take it as a compliment and be obnoxiously annoying about it, this time he only shrugs.

“It has his perks, being able to heal myself,” he gives back and it’s not even a complete lie.

He has been tired as well, lately. Satoru doesn’t really need to sleep anymore, not since he figured out how to use the reverse cursed technique, but that doesn’t stop him from being weary.

That mostly comes from the worry for Suguru, though, but he doesn’t say that.

“Must be nice,” Suguru mumbles, barely audible over the sound of their steps and Satoru wants to drape himself over Suguru so badly it almost physically aches.

He compromises and reaches out for Suguru’s sleeve, tugging slightly on it.

“Join me for dinner, Suguru. We’re both here, aren’t we? Dinner and a movie.”

He bites back the joke that usually would follow those words, doesn’t know if Suguru is up for their usual banter and too scared to find out what could happen if he’s not to say anything.

Suguru doesn’t move his arm away, even as he slows his steps before he comes to a complete halt. Satoru watches him open and close his mouth several times as if he can’t quite decide on what to say and in a fashion completely uncharacteristic for him, Satoru stays quiet and let’s Suguru figure out what he wants to do on his own.

“Fine,” Suguru finally breathes out and the splinters in Satoru’s chest dislodge themselves the slightest bit.

Suguru is not completely lost to him.

~*~*~

“Absolutely not,” Yaga decidedly says and Satoru fights the urge to stick his tongue out at him.

It doesn’t matter what Yaga says; it’s not as if he can make Satoru do anything he doesn’t want to do.

And he doesn’t want to go on missions every day anymore.

“A mission every second day, or Suguru and I only go together,” he repeats again, not budging on this at all and just as Yaga is about to open his mouth, Satoru adds “And if you make us go on separate missions on alternating days, I am going to level this entire school to the ground.”

It’s not so much a threat as a promise and going by the pulsing vein on Yaga’s head he damn well knows it, too.

“Fine,” he bites out after a very long minute. “One mission every second day, so you both have the same day in between off. If a special grade curse creeps up, though, that doesn’t apply.”

“Fine by me,” Satoru agrees because he’s not actually eager to have his fellow sorcerers killed to keep to his vacation days. “But to those Suguru and I go together.”

There is not much Satoru or Suguru can’t handle on their own, but special grade curses are always dangerous. And besides; it’s more fun with Suguru around.

“Agreed,” Yaga presses out through clenched teeth and for a split second Satoru feels bad for him because he will have to explain all of this to the higher-ups but in the end, Satoru couldn’t care less.

Yaga can deal with the higher-ups seeing as Satoru and Suguru deal with all the stupid curses out there.

“Always a pleasure talking to you,” Satoru cheerily says, his most obnoxious smile on his face and it’s worth it to see Yaga turn red in the face.

Satoru doesn’t anger him further, though, because he’s actually eager to tell Suguru the good news. Surely that will alleviate some of the pressure on him; surely that will help Suguru regain some of his strength and spirit.

Suguru is nowhere to be found in his usual spots so Satoru makes for his room, only bothering with the most cursory knocks before he barges right in. He falters in his steps when he finds Suguru sitting on the floor in front of his bed, not even doing anything but simply staring into nothing.

Satoru doesn’t let that stop him though, so he walks straight up to him and plops himself down next to Suguru.

“I have good news and bad news,” Satoru starts and briefly presses their shoulders together before he moves away again.

Suguru is still brittle, still prone to breaking in Satoru’s mind, even though it has gotten a little bit better with every meal they shared in the last few weeks, and so it’s still up to Suguru how much physical contact he can actually stand.

Satoru wants to weep with relief when Suguru chases the contact and leans against Satoru.

“Bad first, I guess,” Suguru says, clearly resigned to whatever catastrophe he expects to hear out of Satoru’s mouth next.

“You’ll have to spend every second day with me now, and special grade curses are joined missions from now on,” Satoru rushes out, a teasing glint in his eyes, because those are not bad news—he’s just trying to ease Suguru back into their previous banter.

“What’s the good news then?” Suguru asks with a frown and it’s the first real expression other than the vacant look Satoru has seen on his face in ages and it makes him want to kiss Suguru stupid with relief.

But physical touch is still touch-and-go with Suguru these days—not even to mention that he’d probably be weirded out by the kisses—so Satoru only allows himself a small smile.

“Good news is that missions are now only every second day,” he announces. “Well, except for special grade curses, those we’ll have to take whenever they appear.”

“How?” Suguru asks and Satoru chuckles.

“Yaga and I had a very nice talk.”

“Did you make him pop a vessel?” Suguru asks, something akin to a chuckle accompanying his words and Satoru leans more firmly against him, dares to press their legs together, too.

Satoru still doesn’t know what’s bothering Suguru, still doesn’t know how to really help him, but it seems all the small things he’s doing are fixing something because Suguru doesn’t pull away.

“Nah, the old geezer is fine,” Satoru carelessly says, waving his hand around in a sorry excuse to drop it on top of Suguru’s arm.

He holds his breath, waits for Suguru to brush him off, to move away and put more distance between them, just like he has done for the last however many weeks, but when Suguru stays right where he is, the ache in Satoru’s chest dulls down.

“Thanks, I guess,” Suguru whispers out and Satoru almost jerks in surprise when Suguru drops his head to Satoru’s shoulder.

Satoru hasn’t asked Suguru if he’s alright since he told him to stop asking that one time, too afraid of making him pull away completely and even now he bites the question back. It’s more than clear that he’s not alright, but it’s also more than clear that it’s getting better, no matter how minute the progress might be and Satoru is not going to shatter this newfound peace with an unwanted question.

Instead, he rests his head on top of Suguru’s and mutters out a quiet “You’re welcome” before he simply enjoys the moment.

The splinters in his chest wobble, almost loose by now, and it feels as if Satoru finally can breathe again.

~*~*~

Satoru slowly comes to. Something must have woken him up, but he’s inside the school, so it can hardly be an emergency and his Six Eyes aren’t screaming at him that there’s danger so instead of jumping up and falling into action, he lazily turns around and freezes when he sees Suguru sliding the door shut behind him.

His hair is undone and tangled up as if he had been turning in bed all this time and even now he’s wearing long pants and a baggy sweatshirt, despite the lingering heat of the day.

Suguru seems to hesitate at the door for a moment, even though he’s already in Satoru’s room, and Satoru simply watches him, waits for him to make his decision. He doesn’t want to; everything in him screams to call out to Suguru, to make a quip, banter with him, but he bites his tongue.

This is the first time that Suguru has come to him since all of this started; he’s not going to fuck it all up by being impulsive now.

So Satoru waits and despairs with every second that Suguru stays unmoving at the door, his fingers itching with the need to pull Suguru into the room.

Eventually Suguru lets out a harsh breath before he turns around and walks up to Satoru’s bed. He doesn’t seem surprised to see Satoru awake as he comes to a stop right at the edge of the bed. Satoru stares up at him, hating the fact that his Six Eyes make it so he can clearly see the almost shattered expression on Suguru’s face instead of having that hidden by the dark of the night.

He doesn’t dare to speak, doesn’t know what will send Suguru running again and so he simply waits.

Suguru takes a shuddering breath before he says: “Ask me.”

Satoru doesn’t have to ask what he’s supposed to ask; there’s only one thing he really wants to know and that Suguru has danced around for weeks now.

“Suguru, are you okay?”

The effect is instant; everything Satoru feared these past weeks happens right in front of his eyes as Suguru crumbles where he stands.

Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe when he spots tears in Suguru’s eyes.

“No, I’m not,” Suguru gets out, his voice shaking around the admission and Satoru doesn’t hesitate to reach out for Suguru’s hand, tugs him into bed with him, where he can hold him.

Suguru follows his lead easily, right until he’s tucked into Satoru’s arms and Satoru can feel the way he shakes.

“What’s wrong?” Satoru mutters into Suguru’s unbound hair, holds his breath for the answer he’s almost certain won’t come and so it’s a surprise when Suguru speaks again.

“I don’t know,” he breathes out, curling up tighter in Satoru’s arms. “I can’t—I don’t know how to explain, I don’t know how to make you understand. I don’t know.”

It breaks Satoru’s heart to hear Suguru like that, to know that something is so wrong with Suguru that he’s barely a shell of himself these days and not being able to help but Satoru is certain that they are going to figure it out, no matter what.

Suguru came to him, he admitted that something is wrong and Satoru will not let that trust be misplaced.

“That’s alright,” he soothes Suguru, nuzzling his head. “We’ll figure it out. You and me, together, right? As long as it’s us, we can do it.”

Satoru feels how Suguru shakes his head and it makes him frown.

“No, you don’t—it’s me, it’s my thing, I just thought���you should know,” Suguru weakly says, as if that makes any sense, as if Satoru would really leave him alone with whatever is going on.

“Suguru,” Satoru decidedly says, lifting Suguru’s head until he can look him in the eyes. “Of course it’s our thing. You’re my—” He wants to say ‘best friend’ but that feels lacking, that doesn’t even come close to encompassing everything Suguru is to him so instead Satoru says “—one and only, we’re going to figure it out together. Always together, okay?”

The relief is stark on Suguru’s face, as if he doubted even for a second that Satoru could really mean it and Satoru wants to chide him for being so stupid, for ever doubting Satoru, but instead of doing that, he presses a kiss to Suguru’s forehead.

“I’m here,” he reassures Suguru, who in turn clings to him as if his life depends on it and Satoru holds him tightly.

The ache in Satoru’s chest is still there—how could it not with Suguru practically breaking down in his arms—but the worry is no longer a splinter, left to fester and rot, sending sharp pain through Satoru whenever Suguru pulled away from him.

Now that Suguru confirmed that something is wrong, now that he came to Satoru and confided in him, it’s something softer, something more malleable. Something Satoru will gladly carry around with him, until Suguru can wear a heartfelt smile on his face again.

And Satoru will make sure that it happens, no matter what.

[seven-n-wolf]

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Nanami Kento / Zen'in Naoya, Nanami Kento / Gojo Satoru

AU: canon divergence, almost everyone lives

Summary:

Nanami learns about 'bath snacks' from Gojo while they're students at Jujutsu Tech. The habit is odd at first but he finds comfort in it as an adult. However, his marriage to Naoya taints the practice until Gojo finds a way to turn it around.

Or: how Nanami Kento gets himself a Bath Butler.

[drenched-in-sunlight]

unyielding sword.

[romiiarts]

my lucky charm, my talisman

[bliss-in-the-void]

Good morning

[symphonyofsilence]

What drives me even more insane about this scene is how you'd expect Gojo to imagine High school era! Geto in the crowd. Or at least not the cult leader, worst of all the curse users Geto Suguru. But no, it's the cult leader Geto. It's Geto as Gojo last remembered him. As Geto last was. Whatever choices Geto made, wherever his choices led him and them, however he was, whoever he was, traumas and messed up ideas and bad choices and ill reputations and scorns and all. Gojo wanted Geto Suguru there. Not any ideal version. Not any "what if" version. Not any "at some point in time before things went downhill" version. Not any "when your hands weren't stained with innocent blood" version. He knew very well what he wanted. And he wanted it all the same. He wanted Geto Suguru. However he was. He just wanted him to be there. He just wanted him to be.

And he didn't want him to help him, he didn't want him to fight with him even if they were strongest together and always fought together for a while. He just wanted him to be there in the crowd and cheer him on. He just wanted him to stand there and give him one of his sweet, heartwarming smiles that shaped his eyes into crescent moons. He just wanted him to be. Then even if Gojo had died in the end anyway, he would have been satisfied. It would have been worth it. Only if Geto was there.

[megumiifushiiguro]

Jujutsu Kaisen Season 1 Episode 2: For Myself

[bisepunk]

Just a WIP but Happy birthday, king 🤍

You will get what you deserve 🖤

[edmeom]

jjk memes pt.8

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20

[hellomayu]

jjk actors spotted: dating rumors true?

[marblesphere]

Reverse Isekai'd

!!Warning!! Fluff!! Suggestive theme!!! Soft Gojo!! Name is changeable

Today is my long-awaited anime convention. I can barely contain my excitement as I grab my backpack which is decorated with tin brooches of my favourite character, namely Gojo Satoru, there are other characters, but it was undoubtedly dominated by Gojo Satoru. “Yosh! Let’s go.” I nodded.

I am going to meet with my friend Yae in the convention hall. 09.00 a.m. It’s almost time. I take my house key and step out of my apartment. I have been doing part-time jobs and saved my allowance for the sake of this convention. I am going to buy a lot of merch this time around, so I have fattened my bank account nicely.

“Yae,” I called out to my friend who has been waiting at the front gate.

“Raika, you are finally here.” She smiled.

“Yep, I am here!” I laughed.

“Let’s go! I have seen someone cosplay Gojo perfectly, let’s ask some pic of him.” Yae smirked.

“Really? Let’s go!” I practically dragged her inside searching for the said cosplayer. But well, it was no easy feat. The whole building is crawling with a lot of people, and there are some that cosplay the same character, so my search for that Gojo cosplayer can wait. I want to buy a lot of merch first.

“Aren’t you buying a little too much?” Yae glanced at my overcapacity backpack plus shopping bags in my hands.

“Like you are one to talk.” I retorted back, referring to the multiple, even much more than my shopping bag.

“Well, it can’t be helped. Who told them to display such a refined figure of Archer Emiya.” She sighed without an ounce of guilt.

“Yep. That’s what they did with Gojo too, so I couldn’t help but buy it.” I nodded. I understand what she is feeling, because I am too, like that.

“Let’s eat first. It’s almost one. We have been walking for almost 4 hours straight.” Yae said.

“Good idea, then let’s go to Jujutsu café,” I exclaimed.

“Okay, okay. We’ll be eating your beloved Gojo Satoru’s face over there.”

“Don’t say something weird like that. It’s a character-themed meal, okay.” I corrected her.

“Yes yes.” She nodded. ~”~

After our lunch, it’s time to hunt for that cosplayer again. I will find them even if it’s the last thing I do. I mean, since I have come here, let me just pretend that Gojo Satoru exists in real world for a limited time.

It’s almost four o’clock and there’s no trace of the said cosplayer. “Maybe they already went home?” I muttered disappointed.

“If they are cosplayers, I bet they will come to the next convention.” Yae comforted me.

“I guess.” I nodded my head listlessly.

“I should have asked him to give us some of his time.” Yae sighed.

“It’s fine.” I shook my head. “I mean, we didn’t really know them, asking them like that is pretty weird. Let’s just go home for today.” I smiled.

“Why don’t we come back tomorrow?” Yae suggested.

“Well, we can. But we won’t be spending money anymore.” I laughed.

“I agree with that. We can just ask them for a pic and then go home.” Yae also laughed.

“Okay, let’s try again tomorrow.” Now that I am cheered up, I feel a little better. “Yae…” I called out for my best friend, while my eyes are fixed on a certain spot.

“What’s wrong?”

“Is that the cosplayer you were talking about?” I pointed to a direction, where I could see the Gojo Satoru. The height, the hair, the shape of his body, the body language, all of them literally scream Gojo Satoru. It’s like he pops out from anime to real world. It’s unbelievable, but this is the power of cosplayers.

“That’s him!!!” Yae exclaimed.

“Yosh!” My lips curled into a smile. “I am going to ask for a pic.” I grinned. ‘I just hope he/she is nice enough to grant this small wish of mine.’ Even though I look like that, I am actually a cowardly introvert. I am afraid of pain, afraid of rejection and afraid of troubling people. People like me won’t have many friends. In addition to that my hobby was not something that many people enjoy, so, I have an even smaller circle of friends than a normal introvert. Anime convention is a rare place where I can let out my inner fangirl. I can talk about anime everywhere without being looked at with judging eyes.

“Excuse me.” I gathered my courage to call he/she. ~”~

Gojo Satoru is confused. Confused is an understatement. He actually couldn’t grasp what in the world is happening now. He woke up as usual and then was assigned a special grade mission. So, instead of teaching first years, he was going to exorcise a cursed spirit. And man, was that weak. It didn’t even put up a fight aside from its special grade amount of cursed energy. It was fine and dandy for him. Less work and more money. But the moment he turned his back, the cursed energy that the cursed spirit had exploded and then here he is.

From the look of it, he is still in Japan. He can see and read the Japanese words on every sign. At least he knows he won’t be having trouble communicating. And the place he is now is crawling with people in arrays of colours and costumes. ‘Ah, anime convention.’ He nodded to himself. Gojo Satoru concluded he might be teleported somewhere. So, it’s time for him to go back to Jujutsu High to write another report…or not. Since he is here, let’s eat something sweet before calling Ijichi to pick him up.

But before he could reach the first destination of his sweets tour, he was blocked by girls who were asking for pictures. Oh yes, of course he was happy to oblige. See, he is just that awesome, even with his blindfold on, his charisma is still off chart. Then, they asked him to say something in character. This confused him a bit. Say something in character? Do they mean saying something like him, the Gojo Satoru would say?

“I am the strongest.” He pulled a grin and the girls went all kyaa, so he guessed he nailed their request. His path to the sweets stall is pretty rough, he keeps getting a request to be taken a picture, saying something and some even request him to show his Six Eyes. Those requests weren’t hard to fulfill… and then as if he realized something, he suddenly stopped. ‘Was Gojo Satoru this popular?’ He frowned. He knew he was popular in jujutsu sorcerer circle. But the people here are all just normal humans that can’t see cursed spirits, how do they know about Six Eyes?

A sense of unease begins to creep inside his mind. And when he found a café that has his face drawn on a piece of a carton, he begins to alert. His mind is thinking about every possibility. This definitely has to do with the cursed spirit he exorcised. Illusion? Dream? Those two are the most plausible explanation for his current situation. He tried to channel his cursed energy and was relieved he still could do it. To avoid more attention and start gathering information, he cast a small veil around his body, to make him less noticeable.

Gojo Satoru spent his time walking around the strange place. But what he saw is even more confusing. In this world, Gojo Satoru is very common. He has met a few of himself, or should he says people who disguised as him. He also knew that the people here knew about him, his students and some sorcerers, namely Nanamin, Mei-san and Utahime and Sukuna. He almost laughed out loud when he saw a person disguised as Megumi smiles. Megumi and smile are not to be in one sentence.

He even saw a lot of fake Sukunas. One thing he is sure of is they treat them like entertainment. He was pretty uneasy seeing them like this. Because he even heard some discussion about how Yuji would die after he consumed all of Sukuna’s fingers. Some even say something about him and Utahime being a couple. Nah, that one won’t be possible. Utahime would rather die than stay in the same room with him anyway.

Anyway, he wants to do something, but it’s still really crowded and he knows if he wants information, he can’t look like this. This is the first time that being himself is not a good way to collect information. He also still needs to find that special grade cursed spirit after all or the trace of its cursed energy. Surely, it was a lead back home. Now that he has decided his course of action, it’s time to execute it.

“Excuse me.” Gojo Satoru heard a voice. At first, he thought that someone was calling other people not him, until he turned back and saw a petite girl looking straight at him. “Hm?” He smirked. His veil was only making him less noticeable, but it was very effective against ordinary citizens, but this girl managed to pick him out. She has the potential to become a Window. If he was not in a state of confusion, he would have recruited her on the spot. Jujutsu world is always short-handed, not to mention she is a very cute girl.

“Ca-can I take a picture of you?” She requested. ~”~

“Ca-can I take a picture of you?” I squeaked out. The cosplayer in front of me doesn’t say anything, seemingly deep in thought. ‘Did I catch him at a bad time? Or he is not comfortable enough for his picture to be taken?’

“I…I am sorry!” I bowed. “If, if you are not comfortable, I won’t disturb you.” I quickly added, bowed once more and walked back to Yae.

“It’s okay.” He suddenly opened his mouth.

“Eh?” I blinked and looked back at him.

“I don’t mind for a picture. From what I can see, you really love this person.” He smirked.

‘Too alike!!!!’ I flushed when he referred to my bag. ‘Even his voice is almost the same! This cosplayer is really a god tier.’

“Well…” I was flustered to say a comeback.

“In exchange, can I ask you a few questions?”

“Questions? Okay.” I nodded slowly.

“So, where is this?” He asked his first question.

“Eh?” I blinked owlishly, dumbfounded by his question. ‘What does he mean by where is this? Isn’t he a cosplayer? How come he can come here without knowing where is this? I mean he is a cosplayer…’

“Ah.” I hit my fist on my palm. “Are you by any chance, getting dressed up by your friends and then dumped here?” I asked back.

“Yep, that’s right.” He nodded excitedly. “I was told to change into this and then they did my make-up, brought me here and then left me alone.”

“They are too cruel.” I nodded along with him. “Well, this is anime convention in Tokyo, Odaiba convention centre. Can’t you call your friends? I mean, it’s not nice leaving you alone here.” I frowned,

“I want to do that, but my phone is broken.” He smiled sheepishly.

“How unlucky you are…” I sweatdropped.

“I know right? By the way, what do you know about this character?” He gestured to his costume.

“You are cosplaying a character named Gojo Satoru.” I smiled as my eyes sparkled. I then go on a tirade about jujutsu kaisen’s anime and manga. I did get a free copy of volume one as freebie, so I showed it to him.

“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly. He seems like he is paler than he was. “Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to rest area?” I started to panic.

“Rai-chan.” Yae approached us. “What’s wrong?”

“Yae, this person is feeling unwell. Where was the rest area? We have to take him there! Should we call for doctor?” I jolted her back and forth.

“Calm down.” Yae eyes were swimming. “Let’s guide him to rest area first.”

“It’s okay. I was a little overwhelmed.” The cosplayer said as he smiled.

“Really? You are not sick?” I looked at him worriedly.

“Let’s just find a café or something. I haven’t eaten since morning, and I am quite hungry.” He said.

“Okay…” We brought him to Jujutsu Kaisen café. ~”~

Overwhelmed. Yes, that is what Gojo Satoru feels. He is utterly overwhelmed by the sheer information that he has just gotten from this cute girl. And it was only the tip of iceberg. He can now conclude for sure that this is another universe. He was whisked to another world by the blast of cursed energy. That special grade was gathering cursed energy from whoever it killed adding it to its own. And its technique is activated the moment it died. The gathered cursed energy was enough to tear open space and time.

And here in this world, they are just a piece of fiction, written and drawn by an artist. No wonder, they were talking about them like entertainment. They are really just entertainment. For once, he actually couldn’t think which one is reality and which one dream. Does this mean, the whole life he has been living was just a lie, a fiction? The choice they made, the cursed users they killed are all dictated by this creator. His jaw clenched and a murderous aura leaked out.

“Are you okay?” The girl suddenly asked. “Are you feeling unwell? Should I take you to rest area?” She started to panic.

“Rai-chan.” Another approached us, presumably her friend. “What’s wrong?”

“Yae, this person is feeling unwell. Where was the rest area? We have to take him there! Should we call for doctor?” The petite girl shook her friend back and forth. She’s worried about a stranger, how cute of her. But thanks to that, he could compose himself.

“Calm down.” Yae eyes were swimming. “Let’s guide him to rest area first.”

“It’s okay. I was a little overwhelmed.” He smiled at them.

“Really? You are not sick?” She is still sceptical.

“Let’s just find a café or something. I haven’t eaten since morning, and I am quite hungry.” Gojo changed the topic. They then lead him to that café that featured their picture. Inside, the two girls recommended some menu to him. So, while waiting, he flips open the book. ~”~

“So, I thought you were asking for a picture?” Yae whispered. She must be wondering how from asking for a picture led to this situation where we have a meal together. But he seems to be absorbed in the manga. He must like it very much.

“You see…” So, I told Yae that his friend pranked him, where they put cosplay on him and then left him here. With his phone broken, he couldn’t even contact his friends. He is really stranded in this sea of humans.

“You sure he was not lying?” Yae frowned

“…Why would he be lying? I mean, what could he get from us?” I blinked. “Besides, anyone who cosplays as Gojo Satoru is not a bad person.” I justified.

“This Gojo Satoru fanatic.” Yae rolled her eyes. Unaware that our conversation was clearly heard by the man opposite us, his mouth quirked up slightly.

“This is interesting. Do you have the next volume?” The cosplayer suddenly asked.

“I know you will like it.” I perked up and smiled brightly. “Ah, the next volume is in my home.”

“That’s too bad.”

“But, here.” I showed him an app I used to read manga online. “You can read it from this app.”

“Can I borrow your phone?” He asked.

“I don’t mind but…”

“But…”

“Can you really read with your blindfold on? I mean, that must be a hassle, right? You don’t really need to get into character anymore. You should read normally.” I said. I know there were some cosplayers liked to stay in character until they changed costumes, but this man here is not a cosplayer… Maybe a cosplayer that hasn’t read Jujutsu Kaisen, I guess.

“Oh, that’s right. No wonder I have difficulty reading. I forgot I have my blindfold on.” The man teehee’ed.

‘So cute.’ I almost squealed out loud. This guy must be a natural, that’s why his friends dress him up as Gojo Satoru. He didn’t even need to learn about his habit or behaviour.

“…” I was in a daze when I finally saw him take off his blindfold. They were contact lenses, but they were very vivid as if they were real. Even Yae was taken aback.

“…Where do you buy those contact lenses? What brand? How much?” Yep, Yae definitely wants those.

“Well, I am not sure. I mean, my friend dressed me up, remember?” He smiled.

“Oh, that’s right.” Yae slumped on the chair. “I wish I can meet your friends now.” She mumbled.

“Here are your orders.” Our orders came at the right time. We only ordered drinks since we had had lunch. But this cosplayer is really sweets fan. Half of the table is full of sweets, courtesy of his orders.

He appears to be really into Jujutsu Kaisen, he didn’t even stop reading it while eating. “This guy will be a true Gojo cosplayer after this,” Yae commented.

“Hehehe. Well, he has a talent you know. He didn’t even know who Gojo Satoru is yet he mimicked him perfectly.” I giggled. ~”~

While eating his sweets, Gojo keeps his ears open, while his eyes are reading a manga about his and his students’ story. He skimmed the whole story and found out a few details. This story centred around Yuji. The story only depicts big events. It didn’t show how they through their normal schooldays that wasn’t about exorcising curse. And the latest issues depicted what has yet to happen.

This is a huge advantage for him. This is basically a future sight. If he could use this well, then a lot of problems can be avoided. Especially now that he knows something is using his best friend, Geto Suguru’s body. Even though there’s no evidence that his own world will unfold as this story depicted, he’d rather be safe than sorry. ~”~

At the end of our meal, the cosplayer is paying for us, even though we offered to split the bill, he still insisted as a thanks, he said. So, we relented. “Thank you…” Now, I finally realized that I still don’t even know his real name. ‘What should I do?’ I looked at Yae for help, but Yae just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Tanaka Toru.” He grinned.

“Oh, thank you, Tanaka-san.” I bowed.

“It’s fine, I should be thankful for you.” He barked a laugh. “Well then, I still have to fulfil my end of the deal.”

“A deal?” I tilted my head.

“You requested a picture, didn’t you?”

“Ah!” I just remembered about that. “But you have treated us. I think that was enough.” I had a meal with Gojo Satoru, it’s enough repayment.

“No can do.”

“Rai-chan, knowing you, tomorrow you will cry why you didn’t take his offer today,” Yae interjected.

“Yae!!!!” I shrieked at my friend that exposed me like that. “I won’t cry.” I hissed.

“Your Gojo fanatic side will.” She retorted back,

“Urgh…” I didn’t have a comeback for that.

“Hahaha, you two really get along very well.” He laughed. “So, what kind of pose you want?”

“Po-pose?” I squeaked.

“A service.” He winked.

“!!!” My face heated up at the sudden attack.

“She said even if it’s only once, she wanted Gojo Satoru put his chin on the top of her head. She said it was her advantage as a short person.”

“!!!!!!” My heart jumped out of my throat.

“Hooo…” Tanaka-san looked at me while grinning mischievously.

“No… that… you don’t need to do that.” I flailed my arms, trying to say some coherent words, but my cheeks weren’t helping by staying warm all the time. ‘I want to crawl into a hole.’ Tears of embarrassment pooled in the corner of my eyes.

“Tha…that was only delusion of mine. You don’t need to do that, Tanaka-san. I knew better than make a stranger do that weird pose.” I said in a flustered tone.

“I don’t mind.” He said.

“Eh?”

“Yoisho.” I was suddenly pulled to him and felt something heavy on the top of my head. “Like this?”

“~~~~~~” Though his hands only rested on my shoulders, I still think I am going to faint from the close proximity. ‘He is not the real Gojo Satoru. He is not the real Gojo Satoru.’ I chanted the mantra in my mind. But to no avail, with Tanaka-san still in his cosplay, I couldn’t help but think the real Gojo Satoru was the one doing this.

“Perfect.” Yae snapped a picture for us. The me in the picture couldn’t even lift her head due to how embarrassed I was.

“It’s cute.” Tanaka-san commented.

“I am sorry, I am sorry.” I bowed repeatedly to him.

“It was not a problem at all.” He giggled.

“Let’s go or else we will miss our train.” Yae with her strength dragged me away by the scruff of my shirt with all of our shopping bags in her hands.

“Tanaka-san, thank you very much.” I thanked him.

“Be careful on the way home,” Tanaka-san said. ~”~

“Well then.” Gojo Satoru stretched his limbs. He needs to get home fast. But he will need to dye his hair and change his eyes' colour. And then, a place to sleep and some clothing. He has cash in his wallet, but that won’t be enough to cover everything. And he also needs a new phone and a new ID. If he was truly whisked to another universe, he wasn't registered anywhere and of course that includes his phone provider.

“Then, the first thing I need is hair dye and contact lenses, and then a new ID, phone and money.” He murmured. To him, making money is an easy matter. Even though right now he can’t use his speciality to earn money, he knew a trick or two in stock market. That’s what he would do. So he can spend the rest of his day to search a way back home. ~”~

After a nice bath and dinner, it’s finally time for me to unbox my precious merchandise. I am feeling so giddy right now because I am going to add my collection of Gojo Satoru. Not to mention today, I got a pic of a perfect Gojo cosplayer. “Hehehe.” A silly smile appeared on my face. Yae has changed my lock screen into that very same pic. “~~~~” I rolled back and forth on my bed. I am happy but also embarrassed at the same time.

“I hope we meet again at the next convention.” I mumbled a wistful wish. ~”~

I don’t know what kind of luck I have, or Kami-sama is being generous right now. But I meet Tanaka-san a few days later at my part-time. I am doing part-time job in a small coffee shop. “Welcome, how can I help you today?” I smiled at the customer. I blink at the customer who is grinning at me. “You are Tanaka-san, aren’t you?” Even though his hair and eyes are all black now, I can still recognize him from his body language. He is truly the embodiment of living Gojo Satoru.

“Yep. You got it right.” He nodded.

“I have never thought we will meet again.” I giggled. “Which one you would like to buy?” I smiled.

“Any recommendation?”

“The chiffon cake is a nice pair with our matcha latte. And cheesecake will be delicious with any beverage. I like to pair it with berry yoghurt though. Oh, our Caramel latte is also a bestseller.”

“Then, I will take 3 slices chiffon cakes, two slices of cheesecake and a matcha latte, extra sweet, please. I will dine in.”

“Right away.” I quickly made his order and put his ordered cake onto plates. “Here you are, the total is 2.450 yen.”

“Here.” Tanaka-san used his phone to pay.

“Thank you very much.” I gave back his phone.

“I still haven’t got the change.” He smirked.

“Change???” I blinked.

“Your phone number, put it in.” He leaned across the counter to whisper.

“O…oh…” I blushed again. I think I am blushing a lot recently and clumsily typing my number in. “He-here…” I stuttered a little. Tanaka-san throws a wink again when he got his phone back. “~~~~” I cast my head down. ~”~

From that day on, Tanaka-san becomes a regular customer for us. The staff also remember him as Raika’s suitor and always call me to serve him. Though I appreciate their effort, it was pretty embarrassing every time they call me out. They even refer to him as my boyfriend, I feel bad for him, even if he doesn’t really mind.

“Thank you for waiting, Toru-san,” I spoke to Tanaka-san who has been waiting until my shift is over. It’s been a month since our meeting, and he insisted to be called by his given name. I object at first, but he throws me abandoned kitty eyes in the rain and I cave in.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to rush.” Toru-san smiled. Toru-san will walk me home for the day when my part-time shift is over at night.

“You truly don’t need to trouble yourself walking me home,” I muttered.

“Do I make you uncomfortable?” His smile dropped.

“No. Not at all.” I shook my head vehemently. “It’s just…”

“Just…”

“…I might get the wrong idea…” I mumbled softly.

“Hm?” He leaned closer.

“No, nothing at all,” I responded. “Anyway, Toru-san, will you cosplay as Gojo again in the next convention?” I asked.

“…You really like Gojo Satoru, don’t you?” He chuckled.

“…Hmm… I guess I like him as a character and a person. Gojo Satoru has everything I lack. By that, I don’t mean fame or wealth. It’s his confidence and charisma and his wit.” I smiled.

“…”

“I always thought if I have just a fraction of his confidence and wit, I might do better in my life. I am a rather timid person after all. Ah, of course it’s not like I hate my current life. I am surrounded by a lot of nice people and I am very happy.” I laughed.

“But you did well asking me for a picture.” He pointed out.

“That… well… anime convention is one of few places that I can comfortably show my hobby and I got really excited.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Were you bullied?” He frowned.

“It’s not exactly bullying.” I smiled. “It’s just people around me have little to no interest in my hobby, and I am particularly very invested in this hobby of mine. Even though I talked to them, they will show weird glances and tell me to grow up. I once argued my hobby is pretty similar to how invested they are in their favourite celebrities. Well, that didn’t end well…” I laughed. “They told me their celebrities are real and exist in real life but mine is not.”

“So, I’d prefer to keep my hobby and private life secret. Well, my colleagues knew about my hobby, they were fine with it, but often remind me not to spend too much.” I giggled.

“I guess if I have 1/10 of Gojo Satoru’s wit and confidence I could shoot a witty comeback.”

“So, if someone with a similar personality as Gojo Satoru exists, will you date him?” He quirked his brow.

“I guess they do exist. But I don’t think dating him will end well.” I mused.

“Why?” Toru-san suddenly stopped.

“Hmmm… maybe because we are too polar opposite that it won’t end well.”

“But opposite attracts.” He pouted.

“It might be going well at first. But soon, I think they will get bored of me.”

“I don’t think I will.” He interjected.

“That’s the difference between being friends with someone like him and dating someone like him,” I said.

“If I were to date someone like him, he might find it interesting at first because I am very emotional, in contrast with them using logic for everything. But sooner or later that emotional aspect of mine will cause my insecurities to weigh me down and I don’t plan to burden them with my emotional baggage. I get super clingy as well and need assurance every time. I also get jealous easily, sulk easily, will use a very roundabout way to ask for something, sometimes even wishing that they can read my mind instead.” I listed out as I counted my fingers. “The worst part might be in argument. I tend to need a longer time to process the whole thing, but his type of a person was like… how do I say it, he wants it to finish that right now so he can put it behind them. Oh, and I cry easily. In short, I am a very high maintenance but low return. That sums about it.” I giggled at my own shortcomings.

“You shouldn’t downgrade yourself that much.” He frowned.

“It’s the truth.” I laughed. “Oh, we have arrived.” I looked at my apartment. “Thank you for walking me home, Toru-san.” I bowed. “Please be careful on your way home.”

“Rai-chan.” Toru-san suddenly walked closer. “Be more proud of yourself. Someone who treasures you might appear soon.” He patted my head.

“Oh…” I was surprised at his remark, but when I snapped back, he has already walked away. “Can’t they be you?” I whispered softly as I looked at his back longingly. ~”~

“So, when are you going to tell us you two are dating?” Yae looked at me.

“Dating? Who and who?” I blinked.

“It’s you and Toru-san of course.” Yae rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

“M-Me?! And Toru-san?!” I squeaked. “N-no! We are not dating!” I flailed my arms.

“He is walking you every day, waiting for your shift to finish and you call that not dating?” Yae pressed. “And let’s not forget he was the one who ask your phone number first.”

“W-well, he was being nice?”

“What are you? Stupid?” Yae flicked my forehead.

“It hurts.” I rubbed the sore spot. “Besides, he didn’t walk me home recently and seldom reply to my text anymore. So, there’s no way there’s a chance of dating each other.” I smiled sadly.

“…When was the last time he walked you home?”

“A week ago?”

“And what did you guys talk about?”

“About would I date someone with Gojo Satoru’s personality?”

“So, your answer is?”

“I said the relationship won’t last or end well, and I told him about my shortcomings. After that… well the rest is history.” I smiled.

“…” Yae was silent for a while and then suddenly slammed her hands on the table, loudly I might add.

“Y-Yae?” I squeaked.

“Let’s go.” She growled.

“Go? Go to where?”

“Tanaka Toru’s house. You know where is it, don’t you?”

“I-I know his address but, I never go to his house.”

“We are going there right now.” Yae is starting to breathe fire.

“Why do we need to go there?” I cried out.

“Of course I am going to rip off, cut off and smash off his third leg so he can be a woman forever.” She smiled darkly. I can see the dragon behind her breathing fire.

“Le-let’s not go that far. He might be just busy.” I tried to calm her down.

“Ha?! You think I am an idiot?! He clearly ghosted you after you spills about yourself.”

“He did say I shouldn’t downgrade myself too much though.”

“That’s not important.” Yae shoved her head onto my face. “The most important thing is, he strung you along then ghosted you because you have shortcomings. Who the hell in this world didn’t have a fault? I would like to see.”

“Gojo Satoru,” I answered, raising my hand like a good student.

“This stupid girl!” Yae bonked my head hard. “Even Gojo Satoru also has some faults. It’s just he’s better at hiding it.” Yae growled. “If he was so perfect, then he should have noticed his best friend’s crumbling mental state.”

“But then… there will be no story to write.”

“And the way he couldn’t read between the lines is also annoying.”

“I think he is doing it on purpose.”

“That’s even more annoying.” Yae roared. “Why do you keep defending him anyway?”

“Well, he is my favourite character.” I sulked.

“This Gojo fanatic.” Yae clicked her tongue.

“Eh? I like how Rai-chan holds him in high regard though.” A new voice joined in. “But I do agree that he is good at hiding his own faults.”

“…Toru-san?!!!” I gaped. “Why are you here? No, since when you are here?”

“Starting from ‘Of course I am going to rip off, cut off and smash off his third leg so he can be a woman forever’.” He grinned.

“Th-that long time ago?” I sputtered.

“Oh? Then you should be ready because I am going to do it right now.” Yae smiled.

“St-stop!!!” I quickly stood up between them. “Le-let’s not be hasty. This is still public space.” I said.

“We don’t mind at all. And we all agree with Yae. Someone should hit him before we gang up on him.” Manager smiled from the counter along with the staff. Yes, we are having our conversation in the very same café I worked part-time at. That’s why we haven’t been kicked out yet for being too loud.

“Manager!! Don’t encourage Yae!!!” I shrieked.

“Go for it, Yae-chan!!!”

“Use that wrestle move I taught you.”

“Everyone!!!!” I cried out.

“So, what are you doing here? After ghosting Rai-chan for a week, what are you trying to do.”

“We are going on a date.” I felt something heavy on the top of my head and hands encircled my waist and I froze. “I have been thinking and running everywhere to pick a perfect date spot. I finally found it, so I came to pick Rai-chan.” I could feel Toru-san smile.

“Where are you going to take her?” Yae narrowed her eyes.

“It’s a secret.” He grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t take her to any shady place. Even if Rai-chan wants to, I will just bring her back to my house.” He looked down at me at the same time I looked up and he smirked.

“…” I was too stunned to speak.

“Your house is the shadiest.” Yae glared.

“Well then, let’s go.” Toru-san dragged me away from the café. ~”~

The perfect date spot he mentioned is an amusement park. Toru-san brought me to amusement park. This theme park is actually pretty popular as a date spot. “I bought the tickets. Let’s go.” He cheered as he held my hand.

‘Date…?’ (Riding tea cups)

‘He brought me to a date…?’ (Riding roller coaster)

“We are on a date?!” I blinked in shock.

“Oh, you finally came back. I was wondering what should I do to wake you up from your daze. Even if you look adorable like that.” He smirked.

“…wh…what were you going to do?” I dared myself to ask.

“You want to know?” He leaned closer.

“…on second thought. It’s fine if I don’t know.” I took a step back, averting my eyes.

“I was wondering if I should pull a Gojo Satoru on you.” He chuckled.

“Why?” I blinked.

“Because you like him sooo much.” He even emphasized it with his hands.

“But… Right now, the one with me is Toru-san! I want to know more about you. so, I... I’d rather Toru-san being Toru-san.”

I gasp, ‘Wha-what did I say just now? Didn’t that sound like a confession? What should I do if I make him uncomfortable?’

“To…Toru-san… I am sorry… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” I trembled. “Yo…you can forget what I just said.”

“Okay, I will keep being me just for you.” Toru-san suddenly smiled softly. His eyes also look softer.

“O-oh? Is that so?”

“Let’s go, we are going to ride all of the attractions.” He held my hand again. Today will be the best memories of my whole life. ~”~

“…Why is the street suddenly devoid of people?” I frowned. I was sure I was walking in a very crowded street, a crossroad no less. But then suddenly, everyone is gone. Or was I the one who went missing?

I feel fear creep its hand out. I quickly pull out my phone to call for someone or anyone. But my phone is out of service. “…wa-wa…want so…so-someee….?” I heard a weird voice and my whole body tensed up. I look left and right to seek out the source.

“Wa…want…sooooommmeeee?” Something came out from the shadow of the nearest traffic light pole. It was a monster… a greenish oval-shaped monster with hollow eyes which streaming down with dark stuff.

‘Run!’ I quickly ran to escape and shake off this monster. But the monster also takes off to run after me. ‘Hurry. Faster!’ But no matter how fast I run, where I run, I can’t escape the crossroad. I keep coming back to the same place and the monster is coming closer and closer.

“Ah!” I tripped over and fall down on the street. My knees and palms are throbbing because of the fall. Blood seeped out from the wounds. ‘Get up!’ I forced myself to get up. ‘Hurry up.’ I sniffle a sob as I managed to get up and limp away from that green monster.

“Wan…wan…want…sosososommeeeee.” It opened its mouth, it became so big that it could swallow me in one bite.

I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for a painful death. But the awaited pain is not coming, so I crack open my eyes slightly.

“Die.” Toru-san blasted away that monster to smithereens. That move, that greenish-dark monster. I knew what is that and what Toru-san did. It shouldn’t be possible. He is a fiction, he doesn’t exist. But, the sight in front of me is real. There is no mistake that he is Gojo Satoru. ~”~

“It’s fortunate that you didn’t hurt badly.” Toru, no Gojo Satoru-san sighed in relief as he patched me in his apartment.

“…”

“Rai-chan?” He looked at me worriedly.

‘Wh-what should I do? I am not dreaming, right? I mean, I can still my knees aching a little. Or might this be a realistic dream? Or this is an afterlife because I was maimed dead back then? He is Gojo Satoru. The real Gojo Satoru that I am sure was part of a fiction an hour ago. If he was Toru-san, does that mean I spent a lot of time simping him in front of himself?!!!!’

“Hehehe…” I hear his chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh at you. it’s just what were you thinking is reflected in your face. It’s easy to read.” His shoulders trembled.

“Eh?” I blinked. I don’t think I was that bad. At least, no one said that.

“You were thinking about you were simping me in front of me, weren’t you?” He smirked.

“How do you-!” I clapped my mouth shut to avoid making myself more embarrassed.

“You can simp for me more.” He giggled.

“~~~~~” I averted my eyes, pouting a little.

“Are you curious?” Toru, no Gojo-san asked.

I nod my head slightly. He then takes a seat beside me and proceeds to tell me what happened.

“…sorry…”

“Why are you apologizing? It’s not your fault.” He blinked.

“I… didn’t know that you were real. And I went on and on about you like I understood you. I…have no right to do that. I wouldn’t even blame you if you hate everyone in this world.” I clenched my fists on my knees.

“I don’t hate you nor the people here.”

“But!” ‘You suffered because you were created.’

“You didn’t know I was real, Rai-chan. True, I was overwhelmed at first, even a little murderous. But when I finally think with a cool head. It was pretty strange.”

“Strange?”

“Yep. Though the story itself is pretty similar, not all of them are the same. The details are a little bit off. For example, Yuji went to fight a cursed womb on May 27th, it was sunny, but the story depicted it was raining.”

“Does that mean…”

“Parallel world.” He said. “My world and the world depicted in the book might be parallel to each other. Our worlds have the same history, and run on the same course, but not entirely the same. I don’t know how the creator saw this world. But I actually feel lucky that I was sent here.” He smiled.

“Why?”

“Because I can meet you. A cute girl who is simping for me.” He giggled.

“~~~~ Please don’t tease me.” I pouted.

“Another reason is, the book gave me a lot of future insight. Though my world might not unfold like what was depicted in a book. It was enough to take precautions. Especially if Geto Suguru's corpse is wandering out there.” Gojo-san said.

“Do you know the way home?”

“I know. I just need to use my hollow purple on the boundary between worlds.”

“The boundary between world, you mean a boundary between living world and afterlife? That one?”

“Yep. I will twist the boundary to open the path back to my world. But I need the strongest boundary. The place where people strongly believe connected to afterlife.”

“People believe crossing Sanzu river to reach afterlife. So, you have to cross a river?”

“That’s right.” He nodded.

“You have found it?”

“Yeah. I have one in mind.”

“Oh…” I nodded slowly. “When are you going home?” I asked softly.

“Tonight.” He said.

“Can I send you off?” I muttered.

“If you want.”

“Okay…” I nodded again. “…about that cursed spirit…”

“That was because of me.”

“Because of you?” I looked at him.

“You knew that when I was born, the balance tip a little to the side.”

“Yes. It was said like that.”

“That was not an exaggerating fact. But this world where cursed spirit couldn’t possibly be formed suddenly pop out. It’s also because of my influence. My cursed energy was giving form to those thoughts. That’s why I couldn’t linger long here.” He finished.

“Is…that so…?” I don’t know what should I talk about anymore.

“Rai-chan, let’s have dinner. You haven’t eaten, right?”

“Are you going to cook?” I blinked.

“I will try.” He shot me a grin.

“I will help then.” This is the last night we will spend together, the fondest memories I would ever had. ~”~

Gojo-san bring me to the place he mentioned. An abandoned bridge with a dried river under it. “I am going then…” He whispered.

“Yeah…” I nodded. Gojo-san walks a few steps and stops suddenly.

“Rai-chan, want to come with me?”

“I…” My eyes widened. I take steps forward and extend my hand to hold him, but… I decided not to go. “I…can’t…” I shook my head and his eyes dimmed.

“If I go with you, I will become your most prominent weakness. Those higher-ups won’t ever let this chance go. I… don’t want to put you in that position.” I gave him a smile. “Gojo-san, you have a goal, don’t you? You will change the jujutsu world’s regulations. You still can’t stop here because of me.”

“Yeah… that’s right.” He nodded. Yes, He, Gojo Satoru still need to accomplish his goal. So, no other Geto Suguru will be born. He knew that in his mind, but his body refused to let go of her. He doesn’t want to part with her. That’s why he spent longer than he needed to. He knew love was nothing but trouble, but still, he couldn’t help but fell in love. That’s why…

Gojo-san stops in front of me. “Rai-chan.” He called and I looked up to him due to my small stature. And he crashes his lip into mine, hungry, wild, passionate and devouring. It took my breath away.

“Go…jo…-san…”

“It’s Toru, Rai-chan.”

“Toru-san…” I repeated his name, still in daze because of the kiss.

“I am sorry I couldn’t give you everything.”

“It’s okay. You gave me more than enough.” I smiled. “That’s why I will send you off with a smile.” I blinked back my tears.

“Thank you.” He pulled me into a long kiss. The last kiss we will share. And then, he was gone… back to his world, where he belongs, as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, Gojo Satoru.

I linger there a little longer and then go back to my apartment. To my surprise that all my Gojo Satoru merchandise changed into FGO Saber Prototype. Panicked, I call Yae and tell her about this strange phenomenon.

“What are you talking about? Jujutsu Kaisen? Gojo Satoru? Did they make an anime with that title?” Yae said.

“Eh?”

“Moshi Moshi, Rai-chan.”

“Sorry, I will call you back later.” I hung up and surfed the whole internet for Jujutsu Kaisen, but there was no result as if it was never existed to begin with. The reality finally sinks in. “He…didn’t even leave something for me to be remembered.” I sighed sadly, my finger touching my lips, where I can still faintly feel the kiss. ~”~

It has been a few months since the whole ordeal of meeting Gojo Satoru. Sometimes, I wonder if that was all a dream. But one thing that remained is the wallpaper of my lock screen. The first picture I took of him at anime convention.

“You are sighing again.” Yae frowned.

“Sorry.” I smiled sheepishly. Not even Yae remembers about that, only me. She said we did go to anime convention, but I bought Saber Proto merchandise instead of Gojo Satoru.

“You are often in daze lately.”

“I just have a lot to process. Don’t worry, I will be back as usual soon.” I said.

“if you are not okay, then don’t hide it.” Yae sighed. “I don’t know what happened, but I will be here to listen.”

“Thank you, Yae.” I smiled. I am truly grateful for her constant company. “Let’s go. You said you wanted to buy an antique vase.”

“Yeah, my father’s birthday is near.” She nodded, so the two of us decided to shop for his gift. Yae’s father is an antique maniac. So, here we are.

While Yae is busy looking for a vase, I wander alone in the shop and found something ominous. It’s clearly leaking an ominous aura like that cursed spirit that time and I was reminded once again that what happened was real. This thing shouldn’t be put here. I should buy it and throw it far away from human civilization. With my mind made up, I bought that thing.

“I bought it.” I looked at the antique object. “Let’s toss this away tomorrow.” I then chose to sleep early. ~”~

“Hmm…” It’s cold and hard and sandy. ‘Weird, my bed shouldn’t be this hard.’ I cracked open my eyes and met with ground and grasses instead of my room. “What?!” I jumped, looking at my surrounding. I can see I am in some kind of temple-like place, but it’s outside.

“No, wait. It was night and I slept on my bed in my apartment, and then…” Something rolled on the ground. It’s that antique I bought. It was small and round, the size was like a crystal ball, but it was made of bronze with intricate design.

“I feel unknown cursed energy from here.” Familiar trio appeared.

“…Eh?” I blinked.

“Is this big sister a cursed user? She doesn’t look like it.” Yuji frowned.

“This woman…”

“Kugisaki?”

“Her pyjama is nice.”

“Eh?” Yuji blinked owlishly.

“Who are you? how can you enter this place? This is private property.” Megumi spoke up.

“…Actually, I also don’t know…” I said meekly. “I bought that thing and then when I woke up, I was already here.” I pointed to the bronze ball.

“…There is a trace of cursed energy.” Megumi picked it up. “Where did you buy it?”

“…That’s…” ‘How do I tell them… that I am from another universe? They will definitely dub me as a crazy person.’

“Hey first years, why aren’t you in the classroom? Are you guys bullying your teacher now?” A familiar pouty voice said. “I will have to pu…nish…”

“Hello, Toru-san…” I smiled awkwardly. It was so quick that I couldn’t react before I was squished into a tight embrace.

“Rai-chan… Are you really… Rai-chan?”

“…un…” I nodded.

“Who’s that?” Yuji whispered.

“Sensei’s girlfriend?” Nobara replied.

“Last time I checked he doesn’t have any girlfriend,” Megumi said.

“Then must be his new girlfriend,” Yuji concluded.

“But isn’t it strange? Why would she come here in pyjama?” Megumi frowned.

‘We are still in front of his students!!!’ I tried to pull away, keyword, tried. “…Toru-san…?” The response I got is getting hug tighter. “Toru-san, you are still in front of the students!” I flailed my arms.

“Kids, this is my girlfriend, Hisaki Raika.” He suddenly introduced me to them like that.

“Eh?” The trio and I blinked.

“Why is she surprised?” Yuji titled his head.

“Because this is the first time I am hearing about this!!!” I cried.

“Well, you like me and I like you. We even kissed already, so of course you are now my girlfriend, right?” Toru-san spoke as if it was the most natural thing about it.

“No wait. Let me process this…” My eyes swam.

“Then, kids, Principal Yaga will substitute for me. I need to take care of some things first.” He said and we teleported. ~”~

“Have you calmed down?” I was seated on the sofa.

“A little…” I nodded.

“Hmmm…you sure?” Toru-san scooted closer. So close that our legs are touching.

“To…Toru-san…” I called timidly.

“Hm?” he hummed.

“Ca-can you sit a little further…”

“…Are you that uncomfortable…?”

“Be-because when I am near you…. My…my heart is beating so fast that I think it will explode!!!” I blurted.

At that time what’s running in Gojo’s head is, ‘What’s this cute creature? Is it allowed to be this cute? Can I eat her now?’

“Then…” I practically feel the teasing in his tone. “Let’s do this.” I was moved to his lap and he put his chin atop my head. “I remember you like this so much.”

“!!!!” I let out a small squeak as I sat frozen in place. Unlike the first and second time. I can feel his hands intimately rubbing my hips. My heart is really going to explode!!!!

“Y…y…you…” My eyes swam again. “Are you sure you want me to be your girlfriend?!!”

“Rai-chan…” Toru-san gently turned me around.

“I…I mean… I told you that I am very high maintenance and low return. If… if you suddenly got bored of me… I… I don’t think I can handle it… And I am also weak. I don’t know how to exorcise cursed spirits. And I also will become your weakness. I don’t like that the most…” By this time, I already sniffling. “And, I am a crybaby…” I sniffled.

“You are worth it.” He said it seriously. “You are worth the trouble.” He guided my hands to pull down his blindfold. “Rai-chan, I only want you. For you, I am ready to stake my everything. That day, I couldn’t give you my everything. Even after coming back here, I couldn’t stop thinking about those what-ifs. But now, I can. I will give you my everything, so stay beside me.”

“Toru…-san…”

“Besides, all those high maintenance you said were not that bad. I am very clingy too, I like to stick beside you and you like to cling to me. Aren’t we a perfect match?” He grinned. “Though there won’t be a relationship without a fight, we can solve it together. We just need to communicate. We can learn from each other.”

“I…am not the brightest, you might find it annoying to explain things to me,” I mumbled.

“You know, Rai-chan. When you talk to me, all I notice is how soft your lips are. I think I didn’t listen to 90% of what you said. I only think how it will look like if I kiss you senseless.”

“~~~~~~~”

“So, let’s stop searching for what won’t work. Let’s try us.” He whispered as his nose touched mine.

“…un…” I nodded slowly. A wide smile blooms on his face.

“Good, now I need to make an ID for you and a phone too. Oh, by the way, how did you come here?”

“Ah, that’s…” I explained to him about the strange object that leaked the cursed energy and also about how Jujutsu Kaisen or anything related to it vanished right after he went back.

“I see. Though I don’t know why it vanished, that thing you bought must be the one who brought you here. But Rai-chan, you shouldn’t casually buy a strange object like that. What if that thing killed you.” He scolded.

“I was going to throw it away in an uncivilized place the next day. When I woke up, I was already here.” I smiled.

“Really… I am glad that it took you right in Jujutsu High. If it was somewhere I don’t know…” he sighed.

“Sorry…”

“Where is that thing?”

“Ah… I left it in Jujutsu High.”

“Well, I think I should tell Principal Yaga about this.”

“Should I go to?”

“Rai-chan, you stay here first. I don’t think you want to go out with a pyjama.” He grinned.

“Ah…” It was then I realized he was right.

“Fufufu. Rai-chan is still cute like this.” He kissed my cheek. “Then, I am going back to school.”

“Okay, be careful.” I smiled and there he went.

I look at the clock showing it’s 3 p.m. and I definitely need a bath, desperately. I padded around the house. It was a simple, luxury house. There’s one master bedroom, one guest room, and a big-sized living room complete with a kitchenette. There is also a garage. It’s very comfortable here.

The only bathroom is in the master bedroom. So, yep, I have my warm bath there. It helped me a lot to sort my thoughts. It finally sinks in that I am whisked away to another universe. I wonder what happened back in my own universe? Will I be reported as a missing person…or…anything related to me will vanish? Just like Jujutsu Kaisen? To be honest, I won’t miss my family since we are not in a really good term. Every day I will hear how much better that neighbouring kid was, how my brother was a golden child to them. I was so sick of it. It’s fine if I won’t be able to see them for the rest of my life. But if I really can’t go back. I want to at least say goodbye to Yae and my colleagues. They are all nice people. Manager hired me even though I have zero knowledge in serving beverages. They patiently taught me how to mix the drink, even baking.

I am torn between vanishing completely or being remembered. If I truly vanish as if I don’t exist, I will be truly alone in these worlds… “This must be what Toru-san felt back then…. Stranded alone in a strange place with no friends, no family and no colleagues.” I sighed. “I feel lonely…” I sobbed. ~”~

“What should I do?” I looked at the pile of dirty clothing. There’s nothing to be changed into. “Should I wear towel until my pyjama dries?” I mumbled. That might not be the best idea. Even though I am alone right now, I will still be embarrassed to death. Not to mention, I want to start cooking dinner, it’s a bit early, but I am hungry. It’s a chore to move around with only a towel. “Should I borrow Toru-san’s shirt? He’s still out, right? it will be fine as long as I changed back before he got home. Okay, let’s go with that.” I nodded.

Now, I am making dinner with whatever leftover ingredients he had. I made potato salad for me to eat now and omurice for dinner later with Toru-san. “Then, it’s done.” I sprinkled some finely chopped green on top of the omelette. “Now, let’s put these on table…” I grinned as I moved the plates onto the dining table.

“Rai-chan! I am home!” Toru-san’s energetic voice echoed.

“Oh, Welcome back.”

“Rai-chan, I finished your…ID…” He suddenly went silent.

“Toru-san, what’s wrong?” I became worried because he suddenly went silent like that. “Are you hurt? Let me see. Wait, where did I see a first aid kit box?” I went into a panic mode.

“Rai-chan, I am fine. I am not hurt.” Toru-san’s voice brought me back to reality.

“Really? You are not lying?” I asked again.

“Yep. Rather than that, Rai-chan…”

“Yes?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“…yes…?” I blinked. “…Oh…oh!” It finally dawned on me I was still wearing his shirt. “I am sorry, I washed my pyjama. I was thinking of staying with only a towel, but I want to make dinner and it was not comfortable moving around with towel. I borrowed this until my pyjama dries. I will also clean this. No wait, I will pay for it. Oh, I better change it now.” I babbled. “And I will also pay for the things I used in bathroom. Please wait until I got a job first.”

‘What should I do? Should I just dogeza now?’

“Eh?” I was lifted up and easily transferred onto the bed. “Eh?” Toru-san is pinning me underneath him. “To…To…Toru-san.”

‘We teleported?!!!!’

“!!!!” In no time, his lips are on top of mine. “To…Toru-san…?” Toru-san has already pulled his blindfold down.

“I told you I would give my everything to you.” He rasped. “Everything in this house is also yours. Whatever you want to use, you can use it to your heart's content. That includes wearing my shirt.”

“No, but…”

“You should totally make my shirts as your pyjama from now on. I have a lot.” I felt his hand sliding up to my thigh and he froze. “Rai-chan…” He groaned. “Were you planning to seduce me from the start?”

“No!!!” I squealed.

“You aren’t wearing…anything underneath.” From the sound of his tone, it’s like he is battling with himself.

“I washed my underwear too.” I cried out. “I don’t know you came back this quick. If I had known, I will wear it even though it’s still damp.”

“So, can I eat you now?”

“Why does it become like this?!”

“You see…” He pressed something hard onto my stomach.

“!!!!!” My whole body is being steamed. It’s flushing with beautiful red colour.

“And I am hungry too.” He gave me a rakish grin.

“O-omurice!!!!” I shouted.

“Omu…rice…?”

“I made omurice for dinner. If you are hungry, eat that. And, I also haven’t eaten anything yet. So, I am hungry…” My voice gets smaller and smaller.

“…Okay…” He relented. “We’ll eat dinner first.” He said. I sigh in relief, “But.”

“But?”

“You are not allowed to change that out.” He grinned cheekily. “And of course no putting anything on, that includes your underwear.”

“What?”

“I will eat you up right here and now if you do that.”

“Toru-san!!!!!” ~”~

So, here I am, in the living room, eating dinner with him. ‘What kind of shame play is this?’ This didn’t bother me before, but now I am aware that I am not alone anymore and Toru-san keeps grinning and shamelessly checking me every chance he gets. I am starting to feel hot and bothered.

“…I think it’s still better for me to put-“

“No.” Came his quick reply.

“But, what if I…stain…”

“Then, come here, sit on my lap. You can stain me for all I care.” He grinned wider.

“…uuu…” I am embarrassed to death. ~”~

“We finished dinner. So, it’s time for exercise.” Here I was again, teleported on the bed for the second time.

“Toru-san!!!!”

“What? I followed your request to eat dinner first, I even took a shower.” He pouted.

“That’s not the problem here!!!”

“So, what’s the problem?” He tilted his head.

“…That’s…”

“Do you not want to? Am I going too fast?” He frowned.

“It…It’s a little fast…” I admitted. “I…I am afraid that my body is not to your expectation.” I covered my face with my hands.

“…Why would you think that?” He frowned. “What do you think my type is?”

“…Someone with a sexy dynamite body?”

“…hey, cutie, look at me.” Toru-san pried open my hands. “You are pretty, beautiful inside out. And that’s a fact. I love everything about you, however your body is. The first thing I thought about you when we met is how cute you were. You are the most adorable in these two worlds. If someone were to say otherwise, they can say goodbye to the living world.”

“That’s going too far.”

“I don’t care.” Toru-san rolled his eyes. “You are worth it all, didn’t I tell you that before?” He smiled. “Well, this is also my job as your boyfriend to make you love yourself. I will love you so much that you won’t be able to think about those useless things anymore. I will keep reminding you how beautiful you are.��� He traced my lips. ~”~

“…” I felt feather touches on my face and hair. “…umm…” I cracked open my eyes and see Toru-san’s visage. “…It was not a dream?” I mumbled.

“Well, I can remind you about last night if you would like to.” He grinned.

“!!!!” That woke me up and jolted me upright. I let out a small yelp due to the soreness in my lower body.

“You should rest for today. I think I went a little overboard yesterday.” He giggled.

“…I can’t even move now.” I glared at him with resentment.

“No worries, I take a day off today. I can help you with anything, including bathing you.” He sent a wicked smile to me. “And after that, we are going to shop.”

“I can’t go out.” I shook my head.

“It’s using this, silly.” He opened his laptop and showed me shopping websites. They are all branded items, at least I think so, because branded store usually has their own websites.

“It’s too expensive.” I frowned.

“It’s fine. You deserve the best. Come here.” Again, he put me on his lap and put his chin atop my head. “Money is to be used. And since I have a lot, it’s natural I spend it on you.”

“…I feel bad taking your money like that. I can work too.”

“But Rai-chan, you only have a pyjama now. Even if you want to apply for work, you should have other clothes.”

“…that’s…”

“Just buy some, okay? If you aren’t picking anything. I will just dump all of these into the cart. I know your size anyway.”

“Toru-san!!!” I looked at him horrified, hoping he was only joking. But nope. He is already clicking adding to cart. “Okay, I will pick some. Don’t put everything in the cart.” I cried.

“Okay, you pick.” He nodded, satisfied. In the end, I pick some, I think around 6 pieces and some underwear, but Toru-san protested saying it was not enough. And he helped me pick some. His some equal to enough to fully occupied big sized wardrobe.

“Toru-san, it’s too much.” I pouted. “And why did you cancel my pyjamas?”

“You don’t need pyjamas. You only need my shirts. And I have thrown out that one.” He referred to the pyjama I wore.

“But it’s your shirts, you need to wear them to teach, don’t you?”

“Exactly, so I can smell you for the rest of my working time.”

“~~~~~~”

[bloody-bee-tea]

IntiMarch 2024 Day 1 - 'till not even Death do us part

After seeing a prompt list of Intimacy Starters on Twitter, I decided to make a whole month out of it, yet again. I will always put the prompt line in the notes and the stories don't connect to each other unless it's stated that they do.

The prompt for this one was "Come here"

Something is wrong with Satoru. Ever since they lost Riko, something is definitely wrong with Satoru and Suguru doubts it’s the death of the girl or even the fact that Toji nearly killed both of them.

Something else is going on with Satoru, something deeper, and in all honesty, it’s starting to freak Suguru out. Satoru is frantically trying to perfect his techniques, which is understandable, given everything that happened to them, but something about him is off in a way Suguru can’t quite put his finger on.

Satoru’s movements used to be graceful and lithe but now they are erratic, jerking where before they were smooth, as if Satoru doesn’t quite remember how to move his body. It’s evident in their sparring sessions as well; Suguru used to win seven out of ten, but now he easily wins ten out of ten and doesn’t even break a sweat doing so. 

Another thing is the spaciness. Suguru sometimes has to call out for Satoru several times, wave his hand in front of his face or outright block his vision to get his attention and even when those blue eyes do finally snap to him, there’s always a moment when Satoru looks straight through him.

The very first time Suguru had noticed that something is off with Satoru was in the room with the Star members, where Satoru had asked him if they should simply kill them all.

Suguru had understood that urge, better than Satoru might think, even though he did tell him not to do it, but what he didn’t understand was the muttered “Maybe I should give them something in return, a little peace offering”.

When Suguru asked about that strange utterance Satoru had simply stared at him until Suguru changed the subject but even though it went ignored it was never forgotten.

Something is off with Satoru and it’s starting to freak Suguru out.

“Hey, Satoru?” Suguru asks, once he finds Satoru out in the courtyard under a tree, staring into nothing. It’s becoming something of a familiar sight, but Satoru always seems so far away in these moments that there is a split second of fear running down Suguru’s back, because what if he can’t get Satoru to come back to him?

“Satoru?” Suguru carefully asks again, now seated next to Satoru and he bumps their shoulders together. “Where do you always go?” Suguru mutters, following Satoru’s gaze but not seeing anything but their boring courtyard.

“You think they like flowers?” Satoru suddenly asks, his eyes still seeing right through everything. “There are so many of them, they have to like flowers.”

There is not a single flower in sight and unease curls around Suguru’s heart.

“Who likes flowers?” he asks, trying to keep the worry out of his voice but it doesn’t matter. Satoru doesn’t even react to him.

“Satoru, please,” Suguru whispers and reaches out for Satoru’s hand, threading their fingers together. “Come back.” He squeezes Satoru’s hand and for once, it seems to be enough. 

Satoru turns his head towards Suguru and when he blinks he even seems to really see Suguru.

“Oh, hey, Suguru,” Satoru greets him before he seems to notice that they are holding hands. “What are we doing?” he asks, confusion clear on his face and Suguru is quick to untangle their hands.

“You didn’t react to me when I called out for you,” Suguru explains, willing himself to not go bright red in the face, and Satoru frowns at him.

“I always hear when you call for me, though,” Satoru gives back and it’s ridiculous enough that Suguru laughs straight in his face.

“You never hear me anymore, Satoru,” Suguru tells him when Satoru pouts at him and for a moment, for a split second, Suguru thinks that maybe they can have a normal conversation for once.

But then Satoru’s eyes glaze over, his gaze returning to the courtyard once more and Suguru knows he lost him again.

“They sure do like flowers,” Satoru mutters, narrowing his eyes as if he’s looking at something really closely. “Hey, Suguru, camellias are your favourite, aren’t they?” he then asks and Suguru is almost surprised to hear that Satoru still remembers that he’s there.

“They are,” he agrees, following Satoru’s gaze, even though he knows he won’t see any flowers.

“Maybe they don’t like flowers,” Satoru mutters. “Maybe this is a warning. Maybe they are threatening you.”

“Satoru, no one is threatening me,” Suguru gently reminds him, because they are very alone in the courtyard and there are definitely no flowers around.

“They might be, though, who knows. Won’t let them, so don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not worried about them,” Suguru gives back, and it’s true. 

Suguru is not worried about this ‘them’ Satoru keeps talking about but he is very worried about Satoru. 

“Good, good, you shouldn’t be,” Satoru distractedly mutters and Suguru wonders what he has to do to get his attention back to him.

“Want to watch a movie in my room?” Suguru asks, deciding that his report for Yaga can wait a bit. 

He has more important things to deal with right now.

“A movie, sure,” Satoru gives back, his eyes still far away, but he does get up.

Suguru pointedly doesn’t think too hard about the fact that his limbs are jerking almost uncontrollably; he looks more like a doll cut off its strings and still trying to walk than a real human being and Suguru feels like crying.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with Satoru and he doesn’t know how to fix it, either.

~ * ~ * ~

Suguru remembers that there’s a wall behind him a moment before he makes impact with it. He gets the breath knocked out of him and when the back of his head slams against the stone, everything goes dark for a moment.

Or maybe for longer than a moment because when he opens his eyes, he’s no longer in the abandoned building he was fighting the curse in but in a meadow of flowers.

All camellia, Suguru realises with a note of hysteria and maybe Satoru wasn’t going insane these past few weeks.

“Hello, Suguru,” a pleasant voice calls out for him and Suguru wheels around on his heels, hands ready as if he has to fight, and for all that he knows, he might have to.

He did not expect to come face to face with Death and instantly, all the fight leaves him. What use is there, if Death themselves is here for him?

“I died then. I’m dead,” Suguru states, feeling numb with that knowledge but Death shakes their head.

Or, well, the hood. It’s not as if Suguru can make out an actual face under there.

“You’re not. Your Satoru won’t let me,” Death explains and even takes a step back as if they are making a point. “I’m here to talk.”

“You’re here to–talk. With me. Death wants to talk to me,” Suguru mutters and then promptly sits down, because what the hell.

Death seems to take that as an invitation, because they sit down as well, though a good way away from Suguru.

“I do. Do you mind?”

“Do I get a choice?” Suguru asks and pointedly looks around. They are definitely no longer in the realm of humans, so it’s clearly not on Suguru to decide.

“You do. Of course you do. The impact didn’t kill you; it just knocked you out. It’s a state similar enough to death that I can slip in, for a little while. You’ll leave here unharmed and before you worry, barely a few seconds will have passed when you wake up.”

“Oh, that’s reassuring,” Suguru bitingly says, because nothing about this entire situation is reassuring at all.

“I know this must be unsettling but I need you to pass a message to your Satoru,” Death tells him and Suguru frowns.

Death said it like that once before, ‘your Satoru’, as if Suguru has any claim to him.

“He’s not mine,” he forces himself to bite out, desperate to clear that up, even though he’s not sure one should argue with Death.

“Isn’t he?” Death asks, the hood tilting curiously to the side. “You seemed very much like his when he fought me for your life. So I assumed.”

That knocks Suguru’s breath out of his chest. 

“When he what?” he squeaks out, because surely, surely Satoru wouldn’t be stupid enough to fight Death.

But then again–it’s Satoru. Suguru can kind of see it. If anyone would be stupid enough to fight Death and come out alive at the end, it would be Satoru.

“So he didn’t tell you about that, curious,” Death muses. “You were supposed to die together with Riko Amanai.”

Suguru’s fingers tingle and a cold shudder runs down his back. He was supposed to die. He’s not supposed to be alive anymore and every breath he takes is just borrowed time.

He’s not quite sure what to do with that knowledge.

“You said you’re not here to take me,” he finally whispers out, because he needs to reassure himself that Death is not going to cut him down with their scythe any moment now.

“I’m not. I’m no longer allowed to touch you. Your Six Eyes keeps a close watch on you, I would guess he’s starting to sense that something is wrong around this time now.”

“What do you mean, you’re no longer allowed to touch me?” 

Suguru feels faint. This is all slightly overwhelming and his head spins. He’s glad he sat down at the very start of all of this.

“The Six Eyes forbid it. Geto Suguru is not to be touched, not to be taken. He was very adamant about it. Convincing, too.”

“You’re Death. How convincing could he have been?”

“Very. Even Death can die. Even I can be killed.”

“You’re Death,” Suguru stresses again. “And for all that he’s powerful, he’s still just a teenager.”

“A stubborn one, at that. And he put his stubbornness into keeping you alive. Not even Death can cut through infinity, you know.”

“But–there were other Six Eyes users before him. You must have experience.”

“Are you arguing with me to get yourself killed?” Death asks mildly and Suguru blanches.

“No! No, I just–I don’t understand.”

Death hums thoughtfully before they speak again. “The last Six Eyes user didn’t put up much of a fight. But then again, he died with his one and only, so maybe that changes things. Your Six Eyes acted up when he realised I was only there to take you and the girl.”

“So Satoru was always meant to survive?” Suguru asks, and he decides not to look too closely into why that makes him feel so relieved.

“His time has not yet come.”

“But mine is technically over.”

“As long as your Six Eyes lives, your time hasn’t come either. He’s not going to let that happen.” Death turns their head, and Suguru gets the impression that they are looking at something far away. “And he noticed that something is going on with you. We must hurry.”

There’s a slight tremble to their voice and Suguru feels dizzy when he realises it’s because Death is afraid of Satoru. 

“You said you needed me to pass on a message?”

“Yes. You must have noticed that something is off with your Satoru.”

Flashes of vacant eyes, of jerky movements go off in Suguru’s brain and he simply nods. If those happen because Satoru had a run-in with Death, Suguru guesses he can count himself lucky that Satoru is not more affected than he is.

“It’s because he keeps looking. The sight behind the veil is not made for human eyes to behold; not even for his. If he doesn’t stop looking, things will get worse.”

“Are you threatening him?” Suguru blurts out and he gets the distinct impression that Death gives him an unamused stare.

“No. I am not. But he needs to stop looking.”

“Still sounds like a threat to me,” Suguru stubbornly gives back and he reaches for his curses, checks if he can still access them.

Death must notice that because they shake their head with a weary sigh.

“Dear Gods above and below, you truly deserve each other,” they mutter. “Listen here, Curse Eater. If he keeps looking like he does, he will pass through the veil. You noticed changes; those will get worse. He won’t be dead, but he’ll no longer be alive, either. You need to tell him to stop, and if he can’t, give him at least something to ground him with.”

“Why do you care?” Suguru can’t help but to ask. 

It makes no sense. If what they said is true, then Satoru fought Death to keep Suguru, and won too. If Satoru passes through this–veil, then Death could breathe freely and come claim Suguru as well.

“This is the place where I meet those I have to reap. I do not wish to have your Six Eyes as constant company.”

They sound put-out, as if Satoru’s constant presence is a terribly dreadful prospect for them and it probably is, for anyone but Suguru. It almost makes Suguru laugh.

“The fields with flowers, he keeps mentioning–”

“In the veil,” Death confirms. “Those are my fields.”

“And the camellias?” Suguru asks next because he remembers Satoru’s suspicion.

“An unlucky coincidence. They don’t mean anything,” Death reassures him and Suguru breathes a little easier.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him. I’ll try and get him to stop.”

“Don’t just try,” Death instructs him as they get up.” Do.”

Suguru opens his mouth to protest, because it’s not quite that easy to get Satoru to do things he doesn’t want to do, but before he gets a tone out, he’s back in his real body, pain radiating through his back and head and the curse flying straight at him.

Before Suguru can find his bearings again, Satoru crashes into the curse, instantly obliterating it when he wraps himself in Red.

“Satoru,” Suguru mutters out, still trying to catch his breath and somehow breathe through the pain in his back, when Satoru’s hands are already on him.

“Suguru, come here, come here,” he urges him on, his eyes fixed on something behind Suguru. “Get away from there, it’s not safe.”

“It is,” Suguru tries to argue, but one look at Satoru’s face tells him that he’s barely paying attention to him. His gaze is faraway again. “Satoru, I’m here, look at me,” Suguru implores him, and forces himself to stand up, so he can block Satoru’s line of sight. “Satoru, I need you to look at me.”

“I am looking at you,” Satoru gives back and while his eyes have snapped to his, Suguru can tell that his Eyes are still not looking at him, not really.

“No, you’re not, Satoru. I need you to look at me, really look at me.”

“But there–”

“It doesn’t matter. I will explain, just. Please, Satoru.”

It takes another agonisingly long moment before all of Satoru’s considerable attention focuses on Suguru. It almost feels like too much, but mostly, it just feels right.

“There you are,” Suguru breathes out and slightly slumps where he stands.

“Are you hurt?” Satoru immediately asks, his hands fluttering over Suguru’s chest and Suguru catches one hand in his own, pressing it to his rapidly beating heart.

“The curse threw me against a wall,” he explains. “Listen, Satoru, I met Death,” he then says and curses himself when Satoru’s cursed energy almost explodes all around them. “Shh, I’m good, I’m fine. It was just a friendly meeting, a nice talk. Calm down, Satoru, come on. I’m here.”

“I told them–” Satoru seethes through his teeth and Suguru can feel that his attention is straying away from Suguru again.

“I know. They said. And they didn’t touch me, they didn’t threaten me. Promise.”

It takes a while until Satoru’s suffocating attention is fixed on Suguru again but he waits him out before he goes on.

“You need to stop looking at the things you see,” Suguru says. “They don’t belong to the living world and they are hurting you.”

“I feel fine,” Satoru sniffs out, and Suguru doesn’t know if he even still believes that himself.

“You’re not fine, though,” Suguru says. “You’re absent. Your movement is greatly impacted. You’re fading away, and one day, you’ll be trapped in that world, beyond the veil.”

Satoru’s eyes stray again from Suguru, but he can’t let that happen. He squeezes Satoru’s hand, Death’s voice in his head, reminding him that Satoru fought Death for him and he decides to take a leap of faith here.

“Satoru, if you continue to look at it like you do, it will take you away from me. I can’t follow you there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Satoru says, all Eyes instantly fixed on Suguru again and Suguru breathes a little bit easier.

“But you are,” Suguru gently corrects him. “If you look at it like that, you will. Death wanted to talk to me so I could warn you. They don’t want you over there either,” Suguru says with a small chuckle. “You really got them good, huh?”

“They tried to take you with them,” Satoru huffs out. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“I’m not complaining,” Suguru immediately gives back and threads their fingers together. “But now nothing in this world can take me away from you again. Don’t let anything take you from me, either.”

“I’m not–it’s just so–” Satoru trails off, his attention on Suguru wavering again.

“Satoru,” Suguru says and instantly, Satoru snaps back to him. “If you need to look at something, at someone, then look at me.”

It’s a lot, the Six Eyes complete attention, but Suguru is certain that he can shoulder it. If it means Satoru will stay by his side, he’ll get used to it quickly. He’s even going to enjoy it, Suguru suspects, because while it is a lot, it’s also a heady feeling, knowing he has all that attention for himself.

“I am,” Satoru protests but Suguru shakes his head.

“Right now, maybe, but I need you to always look at me when you get the urge to look at the other side. Whenever that happens, whenever your Eyes stray there, I need you to look to me.” He squeezes Satoru’s hand. “Can you do that for me?”

“Always?” Satoru asks for clarification and a wicked glint enters his eyes.

Suguru knows Satoru well enough to know what that means.

“Always,” he nods and doesn’t startle when Satoru moves close, close enough to nuzzle his cheek.

“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he quietly asks and Suguru shivers.

“You fought Death for me. I think I get it.”

“And I won,” Satoru proudly says, and Suguru buries his laughter in Satoru’s soft hair.

“And you won,” he agrees. “Now make sure that we stay together.”

“By always looking at you.”

“By always looking at me,” Suguru whispers, brushing his lips against Satoru’s cheek. “Promise.”

“I promise,” Satoru immediately agrees, turning his head slightly, so their lips meet.

It’s not the outcome Suguru expected when he got up this morning, or when he met Death, but he is certainly not going to complain, not when it means Satoru will be loud and affectionate and himself again. And especially not when it means that Suguru gets to kiss him now as well.

[elsecrytt]

so i had a thought.

what if 236 is actually jujutsu tech propaganda?

mei mei is broadcasting this entire thing, right? what better way to protect gojo from bounty hunters etc., than convince the entire world that he's already dead?

the final battle happened offscreen, with significantly less fanfare. gojo rescued megumi, defeated sukuna. the day was saved.

at a cost.

gojo gave up everything - at least, everything he valued. the six eyes, his abilities as a sorcerer. he assumed that would make him a normal man, and he was right -

what he didn't realize was that it would also make him blind.

so now... you live in a nice apartment complex. a guy moves in next to you.

you can't help but notice he happens to be blind - at least, he's wearing a blindfold, uses a cane, but he's often swearing and stumbling through his porch, over his entryway. he is very, very blind.

you, wondering what the fuck up is with your obviously blind neighbor who seems to have no sense of self-preservation.

he walks into objects all the time, especially hitting his head on things, since he's so tall. forgets his cane when going out. the dude just left his door open the other day, like, WIDE OPEN, who DOES that?

helping gojo learn, not only how to be human, but how to be disabled. how to not be disgusted with being disabled.

gojo learning that being blind isn't the end of his life, nor the end of his happiness - life is still worth living, even without one of his senses.

helping gojo mourn his lost sense while still finding things to enjoy. gojo who learns to cook by taste, by feeling heat or texture, with your help. gojo learning to organize things so he always knows where they are from memory.

bringing gojo audiobook versions of your favorite stories even if he teases you for your taste. he listens to them when he has nothing to do, which is most of the time, now.

he goes out on walks all the time because he doesn't have a job, you learn. while it's nice to not have to work, you can tell he comes from money, his life comes with a gaping hole inside it, one that isn't entirely explained by the blindness.

gojo who's overstimulated all the time because he no longer has infinity as a barrier, but somehow also as touch-starved as ever, alone in a foreign country away from all his students and colleagues.

gojo, who has only ever done Big Things with his life, who has only ever been an Important Person doing world changing things, now, just an ordinary guy.

he barely cares what happens to himself now. it's not that he wants to die, or anything. it's just that he doesn't have a reason to live.

and that wouldn't change overnight. not with cooking lessons or audiobooks or friendly greetings whenever you see him by the door. not with smiles or waves (he can't see them) or a braille rubik's cube you find online (how did he solve it in under a minute??) or karaoke (he has an AMAZING singing voice, and he knows so many songs better than you do?).

it wouldn't change overnight, because nothing worthwhile forms in a day, or two, or even a week or a month.

but gojo's life doesn't have to be amazing a day after he's gone blind. or a week. or a month. it's okay if it's difficult, he learns, it's okay if he hates it, hates himself, hates every choice that brought him here, even if he would never take it back.

it's okay. it gets better. with you there? it's getting better.

[celestie0]

gojo the type of dad to ask for names addresses numbers credit scores social security numbers birth certificates passports proof of insurance cover letter resume etc etc for anyone who his daughter wants to hang out with at the local mall but then be like “ok 👍🏼” when his son randomly announces he’s goin on a 2 week backpacking trip across thailand w some guys he met online

[iulovemaze]

can we all agree that nanami has more experience with casual one night stands and gojo is the one who isn't into that and is more sentimental?