#sad itadori yuuji

[batmanqa12]

"Hi sensei!" only his eyes are brighter than this smile. He leans towards his teacher and places small kiss on his cheek.

Yuuji doesn't want to smile in return, even though he does do this. It was their little dance and he is sure, he must be careful at all times. He has to show the love he didn't choose.

It started last year, when Itadori first came to Tokyo's high school to become a teacher of PE. Nobara always told him that his personality is like moth to a flame, he considered it as a compliment when it turned out to be quite the opposite.

He didn't acknowledge the rule "Gojo Satoru can do whatever he wants, because he's Satoru" and treated him like any other student.

He did also notice the puppy eyes and obedience towards him, but only acknowledged it as some teenage crush at most. Only on his lessons Satoru behaved perfectly, helped Yuuji even though he didn't ask for it.

He, the playboy of school, perfect in everything was now called "teacher's pet" behind his back. Not that Gojo minded. He looked quite pleased to be honest.

He constantly asked for his number, wanted to know where Yuuji is (he wanted to go with him even more). Itadori just brushed it off and symphasised with the kid. So alone that he wanted to befriend his teacher.

And then the sex tape happened.

After half a year he decided to go for a coffee with Satoru, because the kid wanted to understand some topic better. Little did Yuuji know that it was stard of his downfall. He went to the toilet for a moment and it was probably then, when Satoru slipped a pill into his tea.

Later on Yuuji was dragged and tied to unknown bed and when he opened his eyes, he saw his student, completely naked on top of him.

"My perfect sensei, Yuuji, Yuuji, Yuuji!" he heard among other words.

He was kissed, he didn't kiss back, lips formed in a thin line, he waited for it to be over, for it to be a nightmare. Then he felt a hand on his throat that started to tighten, so he unconsciously opened his mouth for it to be attacked by a tongue.

"Yuuji are you okay? Remember we have to go to Louis Vuitton today! The suit we choose for you is ready to get!" he reprimended the teacher.

A fake smile is vissible on Yuuji's lips. He has to play his part. The Louis Vuitton part is also Gojo's doing, he wanted everything the best for his boyfriend so he pays for a lot of staff with his parents' money. Yuuji feels even more wrecked after every gift he receives from the teenager. But if he doesn't take something, Satoru is likely to destroy it just to show that it was meant for Yuuji only.

("I'll be your best boyfriend, Yuuji-san! You won't even think about leaving, because we love each other so much, don't we?")

"Yeah, I am fine, my love."

He cut ties with everyone. Satoru made sure that he is the only one Yuuji spends his free time with. Even though their "relationship" is not official, some people know. Most of them look at Yuuji with reserve and unhidden disgust. Almost a thirty year old guy with a teenager, how could he!

Gojo goes to Yuuji and sits on his lap, clearly enjoying himself.

"I love you, Yuuji. Remember that."

The response is mutted, Yuuji rests his forehead on Satoru's shoulder. He hopes that his tears won't strain boy's t-shirt.

[hinamie]

dead man walking

[jgnico]

Sometimes I think about Yuuji. Sometimes I think about him stepping away from the little girl that reached for his grandfather's flowers. Sometimes I think about him screaming Nanami's name from the rooftops after Gojo was sealed. Sometimes I think about him calling Yaga's dolls cute. Sometimes I think about him inviting Junpei to Jujutsu Tech so that he can be happy. Sometimes I think about his face after Sukuna's massacre in Shibuya, after Nobara, after Nanami. Sometimes I think about him petting Divine Dog. Sometimes I think about his breakdown in front of Todo. Sometimes I think about how happy he was in the Occult Club. Sometimes I think about him apologizing to Eso. Sometime I think about him calling Choso his brother. Sometimes I think about all the ways his smile has dimmed, all the scars that he's gained, all the grief and the heartache and the loss of innocence that he's endured. Sometimes I think about the Yuuji before Mahito, before Sukuna, before Megumi even. Sometimes I think of what life could've been like for him and what it became.

[karlyboyyy]

Can’t escape the nightmares

[susanoois]

I'm sorry Sukuna, you deserved a better author! I will never forget you King of Curses.

[gojosbf]

no but fr tho

[stsghrs]

"I'll win"

"You did well, Satoru"

[honeycreammilkshake]

we know that fighting is sukuna's canonical "love language"....

so what is this???

the level of physicality and closeness in all their fights is making me rabid. sukuna really gives yuuji such special treatment .... not only does he spare yuuji's life so many times when he could have killed him, he also keeps fighting yuuji in close combat when he literally has a cursed technique that can slice people apart from a distance.

this is a choice he's making to get so skin-to-skin with the enemy he's supposed to hate.

also, the way he was (unnecessarily) cradling yuuji's neck almost gently as he literally beats into him, how he's grabbing onto yuuji and just manhandling him — i'm no going to lie, it's almost carnal. how is so much intimacy in all of their fights compared to everyone else sukuna clashes with?

and the way sukuna is so expressive and uncharacteristically emotional whenever he gets to face yuuji. that brat just works him up so bad—

it's especially interesting when sukuna looks almost proud or excited to see what yuuji can do.

also.... sukuna, why do you look so excited for yuuji to come beat you up? is this like a date to you???

i mean, to be fair, sukuna probably considers violent brawling a love confession so no wonder why he's always ready to take on yuuji.

even in the official art he's so obviously into it.

the way he's smirking down at yuuji, holding onto his wrist, it's like he can't stop touching him. probably misses the closeness they used to have back when the brat was his vessel tbh.

i especially love that one scene where he literally sat on yuuji

he didn't have to do that. he just wanted to pin his brat down <3

"you're mine, you're not going anywhere without my permission" kind of thing really. like a bully with a crush would do.

in conclusion, sukuna gets off on throwing his boy around and feeling him up. it's just fact.

and yuuji is more than likely into it, too....

this means they share the same kinks traits to me tbh. if sukuna really did survive, i would like to believe that they would go on fighting hard with each other, even over the stupidest things. domestic cursed husbands to me <3

[mordenandmerry]

Why can none of you depressed gay teenagers write happy itafushi fanfics

[tiredhermitgirl]

JJK 261 SPOILERS

I know everyone is upset about the dehumanization of Gojo but I feel like this wasn’t anything new tho…

I feel like this point has been hammered in for awhile and not just for Gojo but for Riko, who was the star plasma vessel and didn’t get a chance to live her life as her own person. For Toji, who was treated as trash and was called a monkey his entire life to the point where he couldn’t see himself as human. for Maki who suffered a similar treatment that she broke away from the clan so that she could prove that she deserves to exist. For Megumi, who was abandoned by everyone except his sister and makes decisions that help others rather than himself because he doesn’t see the value in his own life or opinions. For Yuji, who was just an ordinary teenager and because of a decision he made, he was reduced to nothing more than Sukuna’s vessel. Who feel tremendous guilt over Sukuna’s actions because Sukuna is inside of him.

The Jujutsu world is shit. Point blank period

It’s why it doesn’t matter wether you surround yourself with people or wether you are the strongest.

When you die, you die alone.

[iicaru2]

i see your “satosugu + itafushi parallels” and i raise you: parallels between fushiguro and itadori & nanami and haibara respectively

[hinamie]

filing this panel under 'pictures of yuuji that break my heart'

[posletsvet]

It's only just now clicked for me that all the despicable horrors Sukuna drags Yuuji through time and again, all the feats of grand, unseen violence he puts up just for Yuuji, all the heinous atrocities and pain he inflicts on Yuuji -- they actually carry an inkling of something strategical, coldly calculated. Don't get me wrong, doing all that Sukuna clearly enjoys himself, his rampage in Shibuya sizzling with euphoria of finally getting to move freely, unshackled, and in the end that is the very nature of a curse -- cause suffering for the sake of suffering and feast upon it. But Sukuna, perhaps rather oddly, doesn't strike me as someone who would hold petty grudges and act upon them spitefully. Especially in regard to someone like Yuuji, who Sukuna considers little different from the filth beneath his feet and doesn't hesitate to make it known. So why even bother hating something so insignificant, miniscule? Why spare an effort to make this particular life miserable when suffering is already inherent to human condition? And while I'm at it, here's one more question, perhaps more on point with what I'm trying to say: why retreat of your own free will to the state of entrapment and give up the reins of control so soon after they fell into your hands?

Back to the point I started this rambling with, it seems to me that in the chaos Sukuna causes there is calculation. I think he's trying to do to Yuuji what he did in the end to Megumi -- crash this boy's beating heart and drown his soul. Sukuna's actions appear pointed, aware of the effect they make, targeted directly at that very thing which would hurt Yuuji the most, thus pushing him to the breaking point. Countless casualties, pointless bloodshed and utter devastation -- all to crack Yuuji's resistance, to eliminate the ability to fight back in a boy who was careless enough to wear his heart out on his sleeve in a world that grinds the kind down and spits out their bones.

But the darker the weather, the better the man. Where every other human being would break, Yuuji stands unyielding. The more is taken away from him, the more reasons he has to keep fighting. When the only sacrifice he could ever accept was his own, he lost too much. So he ploughs on -- because that's the only way he can pay the unfathomably high cost of him being alive. And for all his experience and cunning wit, Sukuna's miscalculated with this one: he cannot destroy Yuuji's heart for it was never Yuuji's to keep. He gave it away a long time ago. It beats with other people's pulse.

[karlyboyyy]

2018 / 2005. Kids will be kids, if given the chance.

[tamakifox]

Selfless.

@hockeyisforthegays

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Love?

[A/N:ngl guys, I'm still on episode 12]

Summary:Yuji asked you on a date! Yet you can't wrap your head around why he would

Type:Scenario:Angst:Yuji Itadori X Ftm!reader

Version:JJk

⚠️WARNING! Mentions of depression, anxiety, and eating disorder!⚠️

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"Hey! Y/n, um...what if, we, go out? Like a date! Just the two of us?"

Those words repeat in your mind over and over, blankly staring at the mirror as his words repeat again. Yuji Itadori, a boy at your school, the same boy you like, the same boy who you admired, and stared at, and was happy around, and...the boy who asked you out. But why? Your poor mind couldn't figure out why. He didn't like you, he's never even looked at you. It's a setup. He wouldn't like you. You're just some boy, but can you truly be called a boy? Of course, you see yourself as a boy! But does Itadori? Does he know he's asking out a boy? You're not one of those pretty girls. you're not the skinny blonde with large assets. You're not the girl he has as his background, or the girl he talks to, or the girl he listens to every day.

Staring at a mirror doesn't help.

Your eyes land on your mother's makeup, your eyes go to the sink than to yourself again.

"He...he thinks I'm a girl...he wants a girl..."

Your hands grab the makeup and carefully put it on. Your sister has taught you, to make you more of a woman. To feel like a girl. Your hands shake as the coldness of the makeup touches your face. After a while it's done. You don't like it.

"..."

Your silence makes your mind swirl, why did you have to be feminine for him?

He only sees you as a girl.

You slowly walk to your room, you need a dress. Your closest was empty, filled with nothing but a single outfit. Your school uniform. Looking behind you, the pile of clothes mocks you, the face laughing at your struggles. Even when you leave the room, you can hear its mockery. Your sister has clothes.

Your head peeks into her empty room. She's out for collage. She won't mind. Your hands shake once more as they search her outfit, pulling out a black dress, and you instantly put it back. To revealing. Then, a dress that was a cute brown one, it was perfect! Once it was one you patted it down, making sure it fit before standing in the middle of the room. It felt disgusting to wear.

"Its cold outside...

You walked to her dresser, getting some legging and picking one of her flat black shoes. Your hands grasped the dress as you made eye contact with yourself in her mirror. That wasn't you...you weren't a girl. Would Itadori like it? Would he hate it? What if he did see you as a boy? Would he be disappointed and not want to go out anymore?

"..."

Your eyes trail down to your chest, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the sight of your own body. Why...Why did you have them? It was unnecessary, men don't have breasts, why did you?

"...he'll be here soon"

You walked out of your sisters room and back to yours, your phone was ringing.

"Hello?"

It was Itadori.

"Yeah...I'll be out in a second,"

You stood there for a moment, staring at your messy bed. Where you ready? With a shaky sigh you walked outside. Itadori was at the door. He stared at you for a moment, looking you up and down with a blank expression.

You eyed him nervously, did he not likeit? Should you change? He didn't like it. He didn't see you as a girl. No like this. You miss read him, he doesn't like it. He doesn't like the dress. He doesn't like the make up. He doesn't like you.

"You look nice, here, these are for you."

What?

Flowers. A beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers. Your eyes widened, the sun shining perfectly into your eyes to make them shine. Itadori smiled.

"For...me?"

You breath hitched, reaching out to grab the flowers. A small smile spreads on your face as you hold them.

"I...I think I have a vase? Yeah, you can come inside and wait while I get it."

Itadori followed you inside, looking around happily. As you got a vase, Itadori saw your room, eyes narrowing slightly as he peeked inside. He noticed the pills, and his eyes widened. Was that yours? You froze as you saw him looking at the mess that you call yours. A small cough got his attention.

"That...that's my sister's room, she's at collage right now, so is...a mess"

Itadori nodded, closing the door and smiling at you.

"Oh, what's her major?"

You can't remember. She didn't tell you. No one told you anything. Your eyes moved to her 'room' thinking before looking back at him.

"...Um...art."

Itadori nodded, glancing at the door before gesturing back at the front door. You gave him a smile back and walked out. Did he believe it? Did he think your a lair? Does he like you? No. He's just mocking you.

"How do you feel about horror? There's a new horror movie that came out and I've been dying to see it!"

He looked over at you. His smile so bright it looked fake. Yet he looked so excited to see this movie, just like when you agreed to go out with him. Or when he talked to one of his friends.

"Yeah...that's fine,"

He looked so happy. How does he do it? You leaned back in the seat, staring down at your hands. With a shaky sigh, you tugged the dress down, looking out the window to not remind yourself that he only saw you as a girl. The drive was quiet. He didn't even turn on music! Weird...

The theaters was big, you weren't use to it. Walking behind him slowly you wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly moving them away when your fingers touch the ribs along your skin, a silent reminder. Itadori grasped your hand, pulling you into the theater gently. His hands were so warm.

"Your cold, do you want my jacket? It's kinda chilly"

Itadori tugged your hand into his pocket after a moment of silence, giving you a small smile as he caressed your knuckles with his thumb. Your eyes stayed on his feet, matching his steps so you don't stumble into him. He kept you grounded. Even if that meant having to watch him walk for you to walk. When he stopped and got some popcorn you denied, he liked confused before his face lit up.

"Oh! Do you wanna be like one of those cute couples that share a drink and popcorn?"

No. That's not it. But he seemed so happy at the though he giggled and tugged you along after giving you the drink. He must be happy to not have to spend more money on you. You followed behind him with hurried steps, he was so fast it made your calves ache. Your mind suddenly zoned in on the feeling of his hand, it was bigger, stronger, healthier...it felt wrong to hold it. Shouldn't he be holding someone else's hand? Someone...healthier? Someone who didn't lie to him? Someone who was a true girl...

"..."

Itadori pulled you into the middle row of the seat, going on and on about the movie and how the seats were perfect. He was so happy. He was happy because he can finally watch the movie. Not you. He'd be happier if he was on a date with a pretty girl, of the girl he stares at, the girl who's on his background, the girl he'd talk about, the girl who's music ge listens to. A girl. He'd be happier with a girl.

"..."

Your body turned to the screen, watching it go by as if he was just a flap book. Your eyes looked down to your legs, your body suddenly getting hot and your breath picking up. Itadori was silent, only the sounds of him eating popcorn could be heard. You slowly stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom..."

Your voice shook and trembled. Itadori gave you a thumbs up. Your feet almost tripped over each other as you rushed to the bathroom. Your body practically slammed into the bathroom. Your body slammed against the door, staring at yourself in the mirror. Suddenly, everything freezes. Your eyes shake as you stare at yourself, slowly pushing yourself off the door and walking towards the mirror. The longer you stared, the more your breathing picked up. Time seemed to freeze as a tear ran down your cheek.

"..."

Your hand reached up, wiping away the tear as you turned around.

"Itadori...he's waiting for me"

Your turned around and left the bathroom, not looking at the people you wake by. When you sat next to Itadori he looked over at you shocked. Panic filled you again as he stared at you.

"I thought you left me, glad you came back"

Your heart sank, had he noticed? Had he cared? He didn't care, he was just making you feel bad.

"Sorry, Itadori...I...I had some stomach problems"

Itadori giggled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, tugging you close.

"Call me, Yuji."

He gave you a large smile that seemed to clear your mind from doubts. Cleaning it out. With a slow nod you smiled, hesitantly leaning into his touch.

"Yuji..."

He glanced at you with a smile. The movie went by quickly, but your mind was occupied with Yujis touch. It filled you with euphoria. You can enjoy this.

When the movie ended, your heart sank. It meant you'd have to go home to go away from Yuji once more. He drove you home, chatting the whole way there. He wouldn't stop. He was so happy. You couldn't help the adoring look on your face as you listened to him. The small on your face felt foreign. It's been so long that your face ached for another smile. Yuji was quiet as he pulled into your drive way, looking over at you.

"We should do this again some time, I feel like there's so much more to you. Your a mystery to me,"

Was that a problem? Should you have been more open? The worry on your face much have been noticable as he suddenly looked panicked and his hands flew up.

"I-I love mysteries! That's what I do!"

Your let out a small sigh of relief, giving him an awkward smile.

"Oh...right,"

You could see how Yuji felt bad, he bit his cheeks, you could see it. He rubbed his face, thinking for a moment before looking down.

"sorry...I didn't mean to upset you,"

Your eyes widened, gulped quietly as you nodded. Keeping your hands in your lap. He looked at you again, giving a small smile. You got out of the car, walking around. Before you got to your steps he peeked his head out of the window.

"Hey! If...if you do think we can do another date could I...possibly get a kiss?"

The look on your face made him wave his hands again out of panic.

"L-Like on the cheek! Nothing to much..."

Really? He wanted a kiss from you? No, he just wanted to be able to tell his friends he had a kiss. Walking over to him you hesitanted before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He stared at you, face growing bright red before he smiled brightly and returned the kiss. It was your turn to blush as his lips brushed against yours, he didn't seem to notice he kissed your mouth instead of your cheek. Right? He wouldn't want to kiss you. Gulping you gave a small smile and stepped away. Your hands shook as you unlocked your front door.

"...maybe...maybe he does like me"

Maybe you just missed he glances he gave you, maybe you just missed when he'd look over to see if your looking, maybe you missed when he'd stare as you walked by. Maybe...maybe he did like you, maybe he truly sees you as boy.

"..."

That's foolish.

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[A/n:Juicy was my background sound to this. I don't know what possed me to write this. I hope you enjoyed]