#so gojo and megumi could work for the final battle?

[justsomerandomplanet]

I just realized vol 13's inside cover is this, i wonder how they'll do this with the parallel covers that have characters

[estellan0vella]

Art of the Not-So-Graceful Swoon and Serious Conversations ❀ includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Megumi, Yuji, Yuta, Toge & Nobara (Requested as SMAU but I did it as a written piece because I didn't think an SMAU was the best way to approach this topic)

CW: DISORDERED EATING MENTIONED

You stand in the middle of the kitchen, feeling dizzy. The room spins slightly, and you grab onto the counter for support. Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend, is sitting at the table, casually munching on some snacks. He looks up and his expression shifts from playful to concerned in an instant.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, standing up quickly.

You try to nod, but the movement makes your vision blur. You haven't eaten properly in days. The constant struggle with food has taken its toll, and your body is finally giving in. Before you can respond, your knees buckle, and you collapse.

"Hey! Y/N!" Satoru's voice is filled with panic as he rushes to your side.

The world goes dark for a moment. When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead. Satoru is kneeling beside you, his eyes wide with worry. He brushes a stray hair out of your face, his touch gentle.

"You scared me," he says softly. "What happened?"

You take a deep breath, feeling weak and embarrassed. "I... I haven't been eating much," you admit, avoiding his gaze.

Satoru's expression shifts from concern to something deeper, a mix of hurt and understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, his voice gentle but firm. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

You feel a lump in your throat. "I didn't want to bother you," you mumble. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

He sighs, sitting down next to you. "You don't have to handle everything alone. I'm here for you. Always."

Tears well up in your eyes, and you quickly wipe them away. "It's just... it's hard," you confess. "I struggle with food. Sometimes, it's like my mind just won't let me eat, no matter how much I want to."

Satoru takes your hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't have to fight this battle by yourself," he says softly. "We can figure this out together. But you need to eat, okay? Your health is important to me. You are important to me."

His words hit you hard, and you finally let the tears fall. Satoru pulls you into a gentle hug, holding you as you cry. His presence is comforting, his embrace warm and safe. After a few moments, you pull back, feeling a bit lighter.

"I don't want to be a burden," you whisper.

"You're not a burden," Satoru insists, his eyes meeting yours. "You're my partner. We support each other. That's what a relationship is about."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and fear. "I'll try," you promise. "But it's going to be hard."

"I know," he says. "But we'll take it one step at a time. Together."

He stands up and heads to the kitchen. You watch as he prepares a simple meal, bringing it over to you. "Here," he says, offering you a small plate. "Just a little bit to start. We can work up from here."

You take the plate, your hands shaking slightly. "Thank you," you say, feeling a warmth spread through your chest.

Satoru smiles, sitting back down beside you. "We'll get through this," he says confidently. "And I'll be right here with you, every step of the way."

You nod, taking a small bite. It's a small victory, but with Satoru by your side, it feels like the beginning of something better. The road ahead is uncertain, but you're not alone. And for now, that's enough.

The room spins around you, the edges of your vision blurring into a hazy fog. You've been pushing yourself too hard, neglecting meals, telling yourself you’ll eat later. But later never comes, and now the toll it's taken on your body is undeniable. Suguru's voice, usually a comforting hum in the background, seems distant and distorted. You can barely make out the words, your mind struggling to keep up.

"Suguru, I…" Your voice trails off, weak and unsteady. You reach out, trying to grasp something, anything to steady yourself, but your fingers find only empty air. The last thing you see before everything goes dark is Suguru's worried face, his eyes widening in alarm as he realizes what's happening.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth pressed to your forehead. Suguru is kneeling beside you, his hand gently stroking your hair. His expression is a mix of concern and relief as he notices your eyes flutter open.

"You're awake," he says softly, his voice steady but edged with worry. "How are you feeling?"

You try to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forces you to lie back down. "I'm okay," you manage to say, though even you can hear the strain in your voice. "Just… dizzy."

Suguru's brow furrows. "You fainted. Do you know why?" His tone is gentle, but you can sense the underlying worry. He's always been attentive, always noticed when something was off. And you know you can’t hide the truth from him.

"I… I haven't been eating much," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's just been hard lately."

He nods, his expression softening with understanding. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. There's no accusation in his voice, only concern. "You know you can talk to me about anything."

"I didn't want to worry you," you confess, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

Suguru sighs, his hand never stopping its gentle movements through your hair. "You don't have to handle everything by yourself," he says. "I'm here for you, always. Please, don't shut me out."

The sincerity in his words breaks down the last of your defenses, and the tears you've been holding back spill over. "I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling the weight of your struggles crashing down on you. "I just… I didn't know how to talk about it."

He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "It's okay," he murmurs. "We'll get through this together. But you need to take care of yourself. Skipping meals isn't the answer."

You nod, wiping at your eyes. "I know. I'll try. It's just… hard."

"I know it is," he says, his voice filled with compassion. "But we'll take it one step at a time. We'll make a plan, and I'll help you stick to it. You're not alone in this."

His words are a balm to your aching heart. For the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of hope. With Suguru by your side, maybe you can find a way through this. You take a deep breath, letting the warmth of his presence fill you with a renewed sense of determination.

"Thank you," you say, your voice steadier now. "For being here. For understanding."

Suguru smiles, a soft, reassuring smile that makes you feel like everything might just be okay. "Always," he promises. "We'll face this together."

And with those words, you know that you're not alone. With Suguru's support, you're ready to confront your struggles, one step at a time.

You’re standing in the kitchen with Kento Nanami, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the aroma of the breakfast he’s prepared. The sight of the food—crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, perfectly toasted bread—makes your stomach churn. It’s been days since you’ve had a proper meal, but the anxiety that knots your insides at the thought of eating is stronger than your hunger.

“Are you alright?” Nanami’s voice is calm, but there’s a hint of concern in his eyes as he sets a plate in front of you. You nod, forcing a smile. The last thing you want is to worry him.

“I’m fine,” you lie, your voice barely above a whisper.

He watches you, his gaze steady and unwavering. You can feel the weight of his worry, but you’re determined not to let it show. You pick up your fork, your hand trembling slightly, and take a small bite. It feels like a rock in your stomach.

“You haven’t been eating much lately,” he says softly, sitting down across from you. “Is something wrong?”

You shake your head, the room starting to spin slightly. “I’m just not very hungry.”

Nanami’s eyes narrow, his expression unreadable. He reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. “You need to take care of yourself,” he says, his voice gentle but firm. “Skipping meals isn’t healthy.”

“I know,” you murmur, but even as you speak, your vision blurs. You can feel yourself slipping, the edges of the world fading to black. The last thing you see is the alarm in Nanami’s eyes as he calls your name.

When you come to, you’re lying on the couch, Nanami kneeling beside you. His hand is cool against your forehead, his expression a mix of relief and worry.

“Thank goodness,” he breathes, helping you sit up slowly. “You fainted. When was the last time you ate?”

You look away, shame flooding through you. “I… I don’t remember,” you admit, your voice barely audible.

Nanami’s sigh is heavy with frustration and concern. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, his tone softer now. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you bite your lip, trying to hold them back. “I… I’ve been struggling,” you confess. “With food. It’s hard to explain. I just… I can’t bring myself to eat sometimes. It’s like… this fear, this anxiety, it takes over and I can’t…”

Nanami pulls you into a gentle embrace, his arms strong and reassuring around you. “You don’t have to explain everything right now,” he murmurs. “But you need to know that I’m here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

You nod against his chest, the tears spilling over now. It feels like a weight has been lifted, just admitting the truth. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. “I didn’t want to worry you.”

“I’m always going to worry about you,” he replies, brushing a tear from your cheek. “Because I care about you. We’ll get through this together, alright? But you have to let me help you.”

You take a deep breath, nodding again. “Okay,” you say softly. “I’ll try.”

Nanami smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “That’s all I ask,” he says. “One step at a time.”

You lean into his embrace, feeling a glimmer of hope. It’s not going to be easy, but with Nanami by your side, you know you can face whatever comes next.

You wake up feeling a familiar tightness in your chest, the kind that has been gnawing at you for days now. It's the hunger, or rather, the lack of desire to eat. You drag yourself out of bed, your limbs feeling heavier than usual, and head towards the kitchen where Choso is already busying himself with breakfast.

He looks up and smiles when he sees you, his dark eyes warm with affection. "Morning," he says, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "I made your favorite."

You force a smile and mumble a greeting, avoiding his gaze. The smell of food wafts through the air, and instead of making you hungry, it churns your stomach with anxiety. You know you should eat, but the thought of putting anything in your mouth makes you feel nauseous.

Choso sets a plate in front of you, pancakes stacked high, syrup glistening. "Eat up," he says cheerfully, sitting across from you with his own plate. You pick up your fork, but the sight of the food blurs as your vision starts to tunnel. Your head feels light, and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

"Are you okay?" Choso's voice sounds distant, concerned.

You nod, but it's a lie, and before you can stop it, everything goes black.

When you come to, you're on the floor with Choso's worried face hovering above you. "Hey, hey, stay with me," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "You fainted."

You blink, trying to make sense of what happened. The memory rushes back, and shame floods your system. You struggle to sit up, but Choso's hands on your shoulders keep you steady.

"Easy," he says. "Take it slow."

"I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling tears prick at your eyes.

"Don't apologize," he replies, helping you sit up and then moving to sit beside you on the floor. "But we need to talk about this."

You nod, swallowing hard. "I know."

Choso sighs, his hand reaching out to take yours. "You've been skipping meals, haven't you?"

You don't trust your voice, so you just nod again.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks, his tone gentle but with an edge of frustration. "I could have helped."

"I didn't want to bother you," you admit, looking down at your intertwined hands. "I thought I could handle it on my own."

"You don't have to handle everything alone," he says, squeezing your hand. "Especially not something like this. I love you, and that means I want to help you, even with the hard stuff."

You take a deep breath, the words you've been avoiding finally coming to the surface. "I’ve been struggling with food for a while now. Eating feels like a chore, and sometimes I just… can't."

Choso's eyes soften, and he shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Thank you for telling me," he says quietly. "But we need to make sure you're getting the nutrition you need. Fainting isn't something we can ignore."

"I know," you say, leaning into his embrace. "I want to get better. I just don't know how."

"We'll figure it out together," he promises. "Maybe we can see a nutritionist or a therapist, someone who specializes in this. But for now, let's start small. Can you try to eat something? Just a little?"

You nod, feeling a flicker of hope. "Okay. I'll try."

Choso smiles and helps you to your feet, leading you back to the table. The pancakes are still there, a little cold but still inviting. He cuts a small piece and hands you the fork. You take it, feeling a bit more steady with him by your side.

As you take your first bite, Choso watches you with a mix of concern and pride. "We'll take it one step at a time," he says. "I'm here with you, always."

You nod, chewing slowly, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, things will get better. With Choso by your side, you know you won't have to face this struggle alone.

The room spins as you clutch the edge of the counter, your vision blurring and darkening at the edges. Your head feels light, and your stomach clenches painfully, reminding you of the meals you’ve skipped over the past few days. Sukuna's voice is distant, an echo in the back of your mind, as you try to focus on his face, but your body betrays you. The last thing you see before everything goes black is his eyes widening in surprise.

When you come to, you’re on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead and Sukuna’s face hovering above you, etched with uncharacteristic concern. His crimson eyes narrow as he sees you stir.

“You fainted,” he says flatly, though you detect a hint of worry beneath his usual gruffness. “What the hell happened?”

You try to sit up, but Sukuna’s large hand gently presses you back down. “Take it easy,” he commands. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”

You close your eyes, a wave of shame washing over you. You’ve been struggling with food, your relationship with it complicated and fraught with anxiety. But admitting this to Sukuna, of all people, feels impossible. You don’t want him to see you as weak.

“I… I haven’t been eating much,” you finally whisper, your voice barely audible. “It’s been hard.”

He’s silent for a moment, and you dare to open your eyes, expecting to see disappointment or anger. Instead, his expression is unreadable, a mix of frustration and something softer that you can’t quite name.

“Why?” His tone is demanding, but there’s a gentleness there too, hidden beneath the surface. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“It’s complicated,” you say, turning your face away. “I just… I can’t. Sometimes, it feels easier not to eat at all.”

Sukuna’s fingers tighten around yours, not painfully, but with a firmness that grounds you. “You need to eat,” he states, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Your body needs food. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

You know he’s right, but the fear and anxiety that grip you make it hard to accept his words. “It’s not that simple,” you protest weakly. “It’s a struggle every day. I don’t expect you to understand.”

“Try me,” he says, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I might surprise you.”

You take a deep breath, trying to find the right words. “It’s like… there’s this voice in my head, telling me I’m not good enough, that I don’t deserve to eat. And when I do eat, I feel guilty. It’s a vicious cycle.”

Sukuna’s eyes darken with a mix of anger and sadness. “Whoever put those thoughts in your head is an idiot,” he says bluntly. “You’re more than good enough. And you deserve to take care of yourself.”

He pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in an awkward but comforting embrace. “You don’t have to do this alone,” he murmurs. “I’m here. We’ll figure it out together.”

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and for once, you don’t try to hide it. Sukuna’s words, rough around the edges but sincere, start to chip away at the walls you’ve built around yourself. Maybe, just maybe, with him by your side, you can find a way to heal.

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice breaking. “For being here.”

“Always,” he replies, and you know he means it. In his own way, Sukuna is offering you a lifeline, and for the first time in a long while, you feel a glimmer of hope.

You find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, your vision swimming slightly. The room around you feels oddly tilted, and you blink rapidly, trying to clear the haze. Toji notices something is off immediately. His sharp eyes, always so perceptive, narrow with concern.

"Hey," he says softly, crossing the room in a few long strides. "You alright?"

You force a smile, nodding even though your head feels like it's filled with cotton. "Yeah, just... a bit dizzy, that's all."

He kneels in front of you, his large hands cupping your face gently. The warmth of his touch is reassuring, but it also makes you acutely aware of how cold and clammy your own skin feels. "When was the last time you ate?" His voice is firm, but there's a layer of worry that he can't quite hide.

You avoid his gaze, your eyes drifting to the floor. "I... I don't remember," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji's frown deepens. He stands up abruptly, heading towards the kitchen. "Stay here," he orders, though there's no real harshness in his tone. You hear him rummaging through the cupboards, the clatter of dishes and the sound of running water.

You try to stand up, but the world spins violently and your knees buckle. Darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision, and you barely register the sensation of falling before everything goes black.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a damp cloth on your forehead and Toji sitting beside you, his expression a mix of anger and fear. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growls, though his hands are gentle as they brush a strand of hair from your face.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't mean to..."

"Didn't mean to what?" he interrupts, his voice rising. "Didn't mean to scare the hell out of me? Didn't mean to starve yourself until you passed out?" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "You need to eat, okay? You can't keep doing this."

You nod, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I know. It's just... hard."

Toji's expression softens. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I get that," he says quietly. "But you have to try. For me. For yourself."

He reaches over to the coffee table, grabbing a bowl of soup he must have prepared while you were unconscious. "Here," he says, handing it to you. "Start with this."

Your hands tremble slightly as you take the bowl. Toji watches you, his gaze intense but filled with a deep, unwavering concern. "You're not alone in this," he reminds you. "I'm here. We'll get through it together."

You take a tentative sip of the soup, the warmth spreading through your body. It's comforting, not just the food, but his presence, his support. You meet his eyes, seeing the determination there, and it gives you strength.

"Thank you," you whisper, your voice breaking.

Toji shakes his head. "Don't thank me," he says firmly. "Just promise me you'll try. Promise me you'll let me help."

You nod again, this time with more conviction. "I promise."

He smiles, a rare, genuine smile that lights up his face. "Good," he says, wrapping an arm around you. "We'll take it one step at a time. Together."

You lean into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope. With Toji by your side, you know you can face this battle. One day, one meal at a time.

The room spins as you struggle to focus on Megumi's voice. He's talking about something—you're not quite sure what—his words blending into a distant hum. You nod, hoping it's the right response. Your stomach twists uncomfortably, not out of hunger but from the anxiety that has been gnawing at you for days. You haven't eaten much; the thought of food makes your throat tighten.

Megumi glances at you, his expression softening with concern. "Are you okay? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," you manage to say, but the words feel heavy, forced.

The next moment, the world tilts, and you feel yourself falling. Megumi's eyes widen, and he lunges forward to catch you just as darkness overtakes your vision.

When you come to, you're lying on the couch, a cool cloth on your forehead. Megumi is sitting beside you, his brows furrowed in worry. His hand is warm against yours, grounding you in reality.

"Hey," he says softly, "take it easy."

You blink, trying to shake off the fog in your mind. "What happened?"

"You fainted," he replies, his tone gentle but firm. "I think you haven't been eating enough."

Your heart sinks. You've been careful, trying to hide your struggles, but it seems you weren't as successful as you'd hoped. You look away, unable to meet his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Megumi squeezes your hand, his grip reassuring. "You don't have to apologize. I'm just worried about you."

You take a deep breath, the weight of his concern pressing down on you. "It's just... hard sometimes. Eating, I mean. It feels like... like too much."

He nods slowly, his gaze never leaving your face. "I get that. Everyone has their battles. But you don't have to go through this alone."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I didn't want to burden you."

"You're not a burden," he says firmly. "I care about you. If something's wrong, I want to help."

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. "It's been tough lately. I don't know why, but the thought of eating just makes me anxious."

Megumi's expression softens even more. "It's okay to feel like that. But we need to find a way to get through this together. Have you talked to anyone about it?"

You shake your head, a fresh wave of shame washing over you. "No. I was too scared."

"Then let's start now," he suggests. "We can look for a therapist, someone who can help. And in the meantime, I'll be here for you. We can figure out small steps to make it easier."

His words offer a glimmer of hope, a promise that you're not alone in this fight. You nod, feeling a bit more grounded, a bit more hopeful. "Okay. That sounds good."

Megumi smiles, a rare sight that warms your heart. "We'll take it one day at a time. And remember, you can always talk to me. No matter what."

You squeeze his hand back, grateful for his support. "Thank you, Megumi. Really."

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We'll get through this. Together."

As you lie back, his hand still holding yours, you feel a sense of relief. It's not going to be easy, but with Megumi by your side, you're ready to face the challenges ahead.

You’re walking beside Yuji, your boyfriend, through the bustling streets of Tokyo. The sun is high, casting a warm glow over the city, but you feel cold and lightheaded. It's been days since you've had a proper meal, your struggle with food overshadowing even the most basic of needs. Yuji, ever cheerful and kind, chatters about his day, but his voice seems distant, like it's coming from underwater.

You try to focus on his words, on the excitement in his voice, but your vision blurs. You tell yourself you’re fine, that you just need to push through it. But your body disagrees. Suddenly, the ground seems to rise up to meet you, and darkness swallows you whole.

When you come to, you’re lying on a bench, Yuji’s concerned face hovering above yours. His usually bright eyes are clouded with worry. "Hey, hey! Are you okay?" His voice is frantic, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor. You can see the panic etched in every line of his face, and it breaks your heart.

“I… I think so,” you manage to croak out, though you don’t feel okay at all. Your limbs are weak, and your head feels like it's stuffed with cotton. Yuji helps you sit up, his hand steady on your back.

“What happened? You just collapsed,” he says, his voice softer now but still edged with concern.

You hesitate, looking down at your hands. How do you explain this? The guilt, the shame, the constant battle with your own body? “I… I haven’t been eating much lately,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Yuji’s eyes widen in shock. “Why? Why haven’t you been eating?” His tone is gentle, but you can hear the underlying worry.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “It’s… it’s hard to explain. I’ve been struggling with food for a while. Sometimes it just feels easier to not eat at all.”

Yuji is silent for a moment, processing your words. Then, he reaches out, taking your hand in his. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this,” he says softly. “But you don’t have to do it alone. I’m here for you.”

His words are like a balm to your aching heart. You’ve been carrying this burden alone for so long, it almost feels strange to have someone else share it. “I didn’t want to worry you,” you confess, tears welling up in your eyes.

Yuji shakes his head, squeezing your hand gently. “You don’t have to protect me from this. I want to help you, but I need you to let me in. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

You nod, the tears spilling over. “Okay,” you whisper. “Thank you, Yuji.”

He smiles, that bright, reassuring smile that you love so much. “Let’s go get something to eat, then. Just a little, if that’s all you can manage. We’ll take it one step at a time.”

You nod again, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. With Yuji by your side, the battle doesn’t seem so daunting. Together, you can face this. Together, you can find a way through.

As you walk towards a nearby café, Yuji keeps a protective arm around you. It’s a small gesture, but it makes you feel safe, grounded. You know this is just the beginning, that there will be many more challenges ahead. But for the first time in a long while, you feel hopeful. With Yuji beside you, anything feels possible.

The day begins with a subtle sense of unease that you can't quite shake off. Yuta notices, of course—he always does. His concern is evident in the way he hovers around you, a gentle presence that never feels overbearing but always attentive. You've been struggling with food for a while now, and although you try to keep it hidden, Yuta's perceptive nature makes it impossible to completely disguise the toll it's taking on you.

By midday, the dizziness starts to creep in. You ignore it, pushing through the fog in your mind and the weakness in your limbs. Yuta suggests lunch, his voice hopeful and encouraging, but you shake your head, offering a weak smile. "I'm not really hungry," you lie, trying to convince both him and yourself. He doesn't push, respecting your boundaries, yet his eyes betray his worry.

Afternoon comes, and the world starts to blur at the edges. You're sitting on the couch, trying to focus on a book, but the words swim on the page. Yuta is nearby, engrossed in some task, but you can feel his occasional glances, each one a silent check-in. You stand up, intending to get a glass of water, but the room tilts violently. Your vision darkens, and before you can call out, your knees buckle.

The next thing you know, you're lying on the floor, Yuta's frantic voice calling your name. His hands are gentle but firm as he helps you sit up, his face pale with fear. "Hey, hey, look at me," he says, his voice steady despite the panic in his eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You blink, trying to clear the haze from your mind. "I... I don't know," you stammer, though you both know it's not entirely true. The truth is, you've been skipping meals, pushing yourself too hard, and now your body is paying the price.

Yuta's expression softens, a mix of relief and concern. He helps you to the couch, making sure you're comfortable before he speaks again. "You haven't been eating," he says quietly, not an accusation but a simple, painful truth. "I can tell. And now this... It's serious."

Tears prick at your eyes, shame and guilt welling up. "I'm sorry," you whisper, unable to meet his gaze. "I just... It's hard. I don't want to worry you, but—"

"But I am worried," Yuta interrupts gently. He takes your hand, his grip warm and reassuring. "I love you, and I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this. You don't have to go through this alone."

His words break through the wall you've built around yourself, and the tears start to fall. Yuta pulls you into a hug, holding you tightly as you sob into his shoulder. "It's okay," he murmurs, his voice soothing. "We'll figure this out together. We'll get through it."

You nod, the weight of his words a small comfort amidst the storm of your emotions. It's not going to be easy, and you know the road ahead is long and filled with challenges. But with Yuta by your side, his unwavering support and love, you start to believe that maybe, just maybe, you can overcome this.

As you sit there, wrapped in his embrace, you feel a flicker of hope. It's fragile, like a candle in the wind, but it's there. And for now, that's enough.

You're walking down the busy street with Toge Inumaki, your boyfriend, as the sun begins to set. The air is filled with the sounds of chatter and the distant hum of traffic. Toge is by your side, his presence a comforting constant. His unique way of speaking in rice ball ingredients has always been something you've found endearing, a quirk that makes him special.

But today, something feels different. You haven't eaten properly in days, struggling with your relationship with food. The world around you starts to blur, and you feel a wave of dizziness wash over you. You try to steady yourself, but your vision goes black, and you collapse.

When you come to, you're lying on the pavement, Toge's worried face hovering above you. His usually calm eyes are filled with concern, and he's holding your hand tightly.

"Salmon," he says, his voice shaky.

You try to sit up, but he gently pushes you back down. "Tuna mayo," he continues, his words conveying a depth of worry.

"I'm okay," you manage to croak out, but the weakness in your voice betrays you. The truth is, you're not okay. You haven't been for a while now.

Toge helps you sit up slowly, his arm supporting your back. "Kelp," he says softly, pointing to a nearby bench. You nod, and he helps you over to it. You sit down, feeling the world still spinning slightly.

He sits next to you, his hand never leaving yours. The silence between you is heavy, filled with unspoken words. You know you need to explain, but you're not sure where to start.

"Toge, I... I haven't been eating," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. His grip on your hand tightens, and you see the pain in his eyes.

"Mustard leaf?" he asks, his tone a mix of confusion and concern.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. "I've been struggling with food. It's been hard for me to eat. I didn't want to worry you."

He looks at you, his expression softening but still filled with worry. "Salmon," he says, a hint of frustration in his voice. He cups your face with his hand, his thumb gently brushing your cheek.

"I know," you whisper, tears starting to well up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Toge. I didn't mean for it to get this bad."

"Tuna," he says, shaking his head. He pulls you into a hug, his embrace warm and reassuring. You cling to him, feeling the weight of your struggles lifting just a bit.

After a few moments, he pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. "Bonito flakes?" he asks, his tone gentle but firm.

You nod, understanding what he's asking. "I need help. I know that now. I can't do this alone."

He smiles, a small but genuine smile that reaches his eyes. "Kombu," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It's his way of telling you that he's here for you, that he'll support you through this.

You lean into him, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It's going to be a long journey, but with Toge by your side, you feel a glimmer of hope. You know that you're not alone, and that makes all the difference.

As you sit together on the bench, the world around you starts to feel a little less overwhelming. Toge's presence is a reminder that you have someone who cares deeply for you, someone who will help you find your way back to a healthier place. And for the first time in a long while, you believe that you can do it.

Extra Addition: Nobara Kugisaki

The world around you starts to blur as you sway on your feet, a wave of dizziness crashing over you. Your stomach has been a hollow pit for hours, gnawing at you with a persistent ache you’ve grown accustomed to ignoring. You’ve managed to keep your struggles with food hidden from Nobara, convincing yourself that you can handle it. But now, as you stand in the middle of her living room, the edges of your vision darken, and you know you’re about to faint.

“Hey, are you okay?” Nobara’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp with concern. You try to respond, but your knees buckle, and the floor rushes up to meet you.

The next thing you know, you’re lying on the couch, Nobara’s frantic face hovering above you. Her hands are trembling as she pats your cheeks, her eyes wide with panic.

“Wake up! Come on, open your eyes!” she demands, her voice shaking. “What the hell happened?”

You blink up at her, the room slowly coming back into focus. “I’m... I’m okay,” you croak, though your voice is weak and unconvincing.

“Okay? You call that okay? You just collapsed!” Nobara’s face is a mix of anger and worry, her usual confident demeanor replaced by raw fear. “You scared the hell out of me!”

You try to sit up, but Nobara gently pushes you back down. “No, stay there. You’re not moving until you tell me what’s going on.”

There’s no escaping it now. You take a deep breath, your throat tight. “I haven’t been eating much lately,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been... struggling with food.”

Nobara’s eyes widen even more, if that’s possible. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice is high-pitched, almost shrill with worry. “I could have helped! We could have figured something out together!”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, feeling the weight of your secret lifting but replaced by a different kind of heaviness — guilt.

“Bother me? Are you kidding?” Nobara’s hands are still trembling as she cups your face, her eyes searching yours. “You’re not a bother. You’re my partner. We’re supposed to look out for each other.”

You see tears welling up in her eyes, and it breaks your heart. Nobara, who always seems so strong and unshakable, is crumbling in front of you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, reaching up to wipe away a tear that escapes down her cheek.

She sniffles, trying to compose herself. “Don’t be sorry. Just... don’t hide things from me, okay? We’re a team.” Her voice is softer now, the panic giving way to determination. “We’ll figure this out together.”

You nod, feeling a strange mix of relief and shame. “Okay. Together.”

Nobara takes a deep breath, visibly trying to calm herself. “First things first. You need to eat. I’m making you something, and you’re going to eat it, even if I have to feed you myself.”

You can’t help but smile at her intensity. “Yes, ma’am.”

She gives you a shaky smile in return, brushing her fingers through your hair. “And we’re going to talk about this, really talk about it. We’ll get you whatever help you need. But you’re not going through this alone, got it?”

“Got it,” you reply, feeling a warmth spread through you that has nothing to do with the blanket she tucks around you.

Nobara stands up, a new determination in her step as she heads to the kitchen. “Just stay there and rest. I’ll be right back.”

As you lie there, waiting for her to return, you feel a sense of hope you haven’t felt in a long time. Nobara’s reaction, her over-the-top panic and fierce protectiveness, shows just how much she cares. And for the first time, you believe that maybe, just maybe, you can overcome this with her by your side.

[madwomansapologist]

YOU LOVE BLOOD TOO MUCH (BUT NOT LIKE I DO)

★彡 synopsis: awakened in a new era, sukuna found endless opportunities to hurt and maim others. he also found you, a sorcerer with an ever-expading soul bonded to oaths of pacifism and self-control. allured by the strength you decided to hide, sukuna realized this era could be far more fascinating.

chapter one: a blinding glimpse or the one you politely offered your heart to the king of curses in an attempt of mocking him.

warnings: ryomen sukuna, meet-cute (they're actively trying to kill eachother), hate to morbid curiosity, canon level of violence, blood and gore, near death experience, cannibalistic thoughts, hot villain covered in blood, sorcerers being clinically insane, satoru gojo cameo, fight style visual.

word count: [1.2K]

kill count: [0]

Observing it all from above, scarce stars battling with artificial lights to test his blurred vision, Sukuna realized he awakened in a distant era. One that overflow with life, he assumed.

He could hear it all. At every dark street and its endless crossroads kids would bid their farewells and run back home. Wind carried the hiss of kettles and brush of soles against old rugs. Sukuna reveled in the harmony reverberating inside each and every human blissfully unaware of the hungry void lurking above.

Offenses cowardly whispered, commands shouted, nauseating confessions. How many voices. So much unnecessary noise. Sukuna’s initial deduction was proven correct in a matter of seconds. Life overflows in every moldy corner. Surviving isn’t a concern in this brand-new world, and herds born for slaughter confuse not having a predator with having strength.

It truly is a perfect era to destroy, considering the reek of sorcerers nearby.

I was brought back, Sukuna rejoiced as the receptacle resisted his presence. To a world build to be torn apart, Sukuna laughed as an extravagant sorcerer dared use him as a training dummy. Nothing good will came out of this, Sukuna felt a shiver on his nape.

A thunder silenced the world. Wall after wall shattered as the impact of a lightning bolt threw Sukuna inside the building. Involved by a dense layer of dusty, Sukuna regained balance. Pearly white waves danced above his skin. The aftermath of sheer electricity.

It didn’t burn Sukuna. It didn’t hurt him at all. A basic and quick attack lacking cursed energy and strength. Sorcerers sunk to such a low level during his slumber? Pathetic, although not surprising or disappointing. He never expected them to become stronger.

A blink later and his arrogant smile oscillated. As the energy dissipated, it was all healed. Every wound and scratch. Broken ribs and cut lips. As good as new. In an instant, all the pain inflicted in his vessel disappeared. It definitely wasn’t his doing, since Sukuna haven’t decided if this maggot was worth his time.

“Don’t ruin another school,” wind carried a new voice towards Sukuna. One tender and hospitable. It reminded him of silk. “People will question it, and then Yaga will question us.”

“His brain only works against us”, Satoru whimpered, handing Megumi the bag with his future midnight snacks. “Not an ounce of trust on our good, flawless work. When did he ever let us be?”

Looking at his pout, you giggled. “And since when did we ever let him be?”

Sukuna followed after your voice. What an alluring conversation. Two sorcerers, half-complaining and half-laughing. No remnant of dread or fright. This night, no one that spoke carried the fear of someone challenging the King of Curses.

Feeling moonlight on his flesh once more, he finally saw who dared healing his vessel. And for a moment, all Sukuna could do was stare.

A pearly mist expanded with your every breath. As if haunted by a wraith, or perhaps surrounded by a still gathering storm. It shined so brightly, floating right above your skin, in an extreme contrast with the darkness of your cursed energy.

Sukuna was staring at your soul.

A shiver travelled down your nape as his gaze burned something within you. Tilting your head, you faced Ryomen Sukuna. The weight of his presence alone could make curses beg. Staring back into his red eyes, you smirked.

The double-edged long axe on your hands glistened as you imbued it with more cursed energy. Biting the tip of your tongue, a habit you never truly escaped from, you observed the ancient predator in front of you. It was time to hunt.

Crouching down on the ground, you supported your weight on your toes. A simple change of position. Enough to make stupid curses hesitate. Why crouch down while holding an axe? Why not go straight for the throat? Why put your strength on your knees when you need it on your torso?

You saw no confusion inside Sukuna’s eyes. Only amusement.

In a fluid motion, your body floated above his. The fabric of your yukata covered the wide arch of your arm. The edge of your axe came down, cutting the concrete bellow you even far away from the ground.

As you expected, Sukuna dodged it easily. By making a fuss with your robe, you forced Sukuna to move further away in order to obtain a better view of your movements. And he moved exactly where you knew Satoru would be.

“And I am the one destroying the school?” Hands inside his pockets, Satoru forced his presence upon Sukuna. You wondered who between you three flashed the most annoying grin. “That was on you.”

In the air, you three danced. Satoru and his surgically correct dodges. Sukuna’s incessant pace of physical attacks without breaking a sweat. You forcing them both to move higher in search of the upper hand. A perfect dissonance.

 “You told the kid to let him take control”, you remembered Satoru. “Everything is on you from now on.”

“How convenient for everyone else”, Satoru hissed. “And remind me who said fighting a special curse would make this day interesting? You manifested this.”

“I can take the blame if you pay the price”, you offered. Sneaking a glance at Megumi, you checked if he was safe down there. One of Sukuna’s black nails brushed against the sash around your waist. “I’ve been craving fish and-”

Hollow.

How to define inexistence properly? How to explain the palpable feeling of lacking something? The best you can do is summarize it to a single word: red. Your teary eyes, the energy growing between Satoru’s fingertips, the fist deep into your chest. Everything was burning red.

“Don’t look away from a fight”, Sukuna mocked you, tearing your chest open. There was a certain poison in his words. “And I thought you were promising.”

Crushing your heart between his fingers, blood gushed upon his lips. Sukuna laugh echoed in the midnight sky. How uncommon. Tender and hospitable. You taste just like how you sound.

If you had cried, Sukuna would be tempted to taste your tears. If you had fallen, Sukuna would enjoy the sight of a human turning into a puddle of organs and bones. If you had screamed, Sukuna would feed on your delirious rage.

But as your right hand closed around his wrist gently, Sukuna had no reaction.

“I appreciate the compliment, Sukuna-sama”, you smiled.

Grabbing your black hairpin, the golden opal gem on the end of it reflected moonlight directly into his eyes. Wind moved your hair, framing your face and carrying its perfume directly into his nostrils.

“You can have my heart.” Piercing the still beating organ, your smile turned into a cheeky grin. “I have no need for it anymore.”

 “Yuji”, Satoru called. And just like before, there was no remnant of dread or fright in his voice. “You can come back now.”

Staring into your menacing eyes, Sukuna felt his vessel taking control over the shared body. Licking his lips, he tasted you once more. Yuji Itadori regained consciousness to find himself with a heart in his hands and teeth dangerously close to it.

Fascinating, Sukuna admitted to himself. What an interesting era to ruin.

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Toji Fushiguro coming back to life to save (y/n) in Shibuya

Shibuya Arc scenarios that live in my head rent-free pt.ll

Pt. l with Gojo and Geto are here

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x reader

Word Count: 2,5k

Notes: Literally no one asked for this, I had to do this for myself after the latest episode okay. Loots of grief, hurt and language. Enjoy

„Hey, it’s been a while“, you mumble to yourself, mindlessly dropping a bouquet of flowers onto the stone in front of you.

“You’re not coming back, are you?”

It’s been more than 10 years to be exact. Ten years of working as an assassin, ten years of roaming around without an aim.

Ten years since losing him.

Back then, you never admitted to anyone how you felt about him, how his sight alone made your body do crazy things and lightened up your cloudy mood. He was never a man that was easy to love, let alone very emotional. When it comes to women, Toji probably was the worst man walking on this earth.

But oh how much you loved him. How much you adored the little smile he wore on his face when he teased you, how much you longed for his arms that wrapped themselves around you when nobody was watching, how much you miss his hands roaming all over your body while he fucked you brainless each and every night, screaming out his name like a prayer.

Losing him was the most unbearable pain you’ve ever felt, an event that made you forget your belief in love forever. He was never yours, but losing him shattered your fucking heart. Since he’s gone, you never let another man touch you again, living from alcohol, cigarettes and assignments.

And this.

You visited Toji’s grave whenever you felt enough courage to do so without breaking down. Day after day, week after week, year after year. Always with the same empty feeling that occupies your mind, the what ifs that plague your tired heart whenever you think of him.

Beep beep beep.

Who the hell is calling you right now?

“I’m busy doing nothing”, you bark into your phone.

“(y/n), just wanted to let you know that something’s going on in Shibuya. Rumor has it that that Gojo boy was sealed.”

“Impossible”, you breathe out, almost dropping your phone.

Gojo Satoru, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the fucker that killed Toji all these years ago, is gone? Your heart bangs against your chest, mind unable to comprehend the words. This is your chance. The chance to seek revenge, to kill everyone he cares for in one place without resistance.

Everyone expect him.

“I don’t know how this will go. My kid, Megumi. If something happens, keep an eye on him for me, will ya?”

You promised. Despite the fact that you pushed Toji’s past away as far as you could, you have to keep an eye on his son when Gojo isn’t around anymore.

“I thought so too, but seems like that’s a fact.”

“Do we know anything else? Some dirty details?”

“Not really, but someone pretty strong has to be there if that person was able to seal that fucker, don’t you think?”

“Yeah”, you mumble.

“I will take a look at this myself.”

Without waiting for a reply, you hang up and start walking.

This is your chance. After all this years of suffering, regretting, anger and agony, you’ll finally get your revenge. You will show them what the strongest jujutsu sorcerer did to you by taking your love away, by destroying your life so violently that there’s no more happiness left. You will give him a taste of his own medicine.

If Gojo Satoru ever sees the light of day again, all of his beloved ones will be dead. You will make sure of that.

-at Shibuya-

“Jujutsu sorcerers and their fucking curtains”, you mutter to yourself while effortlessly walking through the barrier.

How pathetic to think that curses and other jujutsu sorcerers are their only enemies. After all, Toji was almost able to defeat the strongest of them with nothing but his own rough hands.

Almost. How much you hated that word. He was almost able to defeat Gojo, he was almost able to survive that battle, he almost made it home to you.

But he never did. And that’s why you’re here, standing on top of a tall building while scanning the area around you. A few seconds later, loud bangs can be heard from a stress a few miles away. You spring into action immediately, gliding over the buildings with your harness so effortlessly that even a trained eye wouldn’t detect you. In their world, you are invisible, nothing more than a shadow without jujutsu.

And that’s their weakness.

You stop on a house corner, immediately caught by the sight of none other than Megumi Fushiguro in front of you along with another boy and an old fart. Your heart clenches painfully at the way his cold eyes stare at the old man, his facial features taking you back in time. Oh, he looks so much like his father.

So much that you want to go back home and swallow a bottle of vodka to get his face off your mind. But no, you’re on a mission, you have to make sure that kid is alright and kill all of his friends. You’ve got a job to do, get a hold of yourself.

With skilled eyes, you judge how he moves, how he acts, how he fights. Well, he might not be the best fighter you have seen yet, but he sure has some potential. Together with his little friend, he should be able to defeat that old fart. If not, you’ll come back later.

While you swore on keeping an eye open for him, you’re reluctant to meet Megumi and somehow don’t want him to find out that you’re after his friends and sensei. So you tear your gaze away from him, aiming for the skyscraper in front of you where another fight takes place. Whoever this is will be the first victim of your killing streak.

You will make every single one of these bastards pay for what Gojo did. You will make them feel the way you felt after his decease.

Over.

And over.

Again.

It isn’t hard for you to get up Shibuya tower in the matter of seconds, the harsh winds waving through your hair. Your heart pounds, eyes darting around the area.

Three people, two men are fighting while an old lady sits on the ground.

“And who of you belongs to that Gojo fucker?”, you mumble, gripping both of your katana’s tightly.

This is the moment. After Gojo is sealed, this is your opportunity to finally seek revenge, to kill every single one of them. When this fucker returns, he’ll be alone.

Just like you are since he killed Toji.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get lost”, the old woman hisses.

You stare at the broad back of the man who hits the other without mercy. Damn, that speed, that precision. It’s like back then. His fine technique almost makes him look like…

Toji.

Automatically, your feet carry you forward. You swing yourself in the air, feet ready to kick the broad man into his chest.

“Don’t you think this is a little unfair?”, you shout.

His eyes dart towards you.

He grabs your ankle.

All you can do is stare at him, mind going completely blank.

His face. This gorgeous face you adored so much. The little scar that emphasized the corner of his delicious mouth so well. His collarbone that creeps through the sweater he’s wearing. No, there’s no doubt. The man standing in front of you is Toji.

“Get out of the way, woman.”

Toji’s frame slams your body against the ground merciless. You see stars, lungs refusing their service as all you can do is stare in horror at the shell of the man you used to love, glimmer of hope nipped in the bud.

This isn’t his voice. This isn’t his smile.

This just isn’t Toji.

You hate the way your eyes start to water as he grabs your throat and yanks you upwards.

“You are not Toji. How dare you to use his body like that”, you cough out.

Instead of replying, he just smiles at you so heartlessly that you feel like throwing up. No, this simply can’t be Toji. This is the empty shell of the man you’ve lost. Feelings flood your heart uncontrollably. Anger, grief and most of all disappointment haunting and bringing you to your knees. God, how much you wished it was true. For the split of a second, you really thought this was him. Your Toji, the man you haven’t forgot after all these years, the only one you ever sacrificed your heart to.

But he’s gone. And he won’t come back.

“There needs to be a corpse for shapeshifting. Dumb girl, of course this isn’t Toji Zen’in. But you will die through his hands.”

Your body refuses to move. All you can do is watch as he throws the body of the other man down, off the tower, into certain death.

Fuck. Is this really how it ends?

“Y’know, you’re actually not that bad.”

“I hope so, jackass. Otherwise I’ll throw you out.”

“C’mon princess, don’t be like that. Y’know I’m obsessed with you.”

“Oh yeah? Might need to hear that again…”

“I’d rather show you.”

Like in slow-motion, his frame casually walks back and comes to a stand next to the old woman. Every limb of your body screams out in pain, lungs feeling like they’ll rip apart any minute. So this is the force of Toji Fushiguro.

It could be funny, actually. You always thought Toji is the strongest man on this earth, admired him for his sheer strength despite not being a jujutsu sorcerer. But when he was with you, his deadly touch became gentle, caressing you with what felt like…love.

Did he really love you? Who knows. But you did. Oh, how much you loved that man – the man whose back is now faced towards you, muscles tight by the thought of killing you with his bare hands.

Is there anything more ironic than getting killed by Toji Fushiguro?

“I would rather die through his hands than living like this until I’m as old and ugly as you.”

“Grandson.”

“I know, granny.”

He turns around. The shell of the man you thought about every night before drifting off to sleep, the man that is the only one you ever dedicated your heart to. That oh so rough face that felt so gentle against your fingertips. How much you’d give to talk to him one last time, to let him know how you really feel.

With a swift motion, he grabs your throat again, feet hanging in the air as you feel like life is slowly drifting away from you. Before your blurry vision threatens to eat you alive, he slams your already weak body into the floor, blood spurting in every direction.

Nothing but darkness and this foreign far away voice that speaks out of his body.

“That should be enough.”

Your fingers twitch. Is this the end? His footsteps echo through your brain.

“Granny, wh-wh-wh-wh-what do whe do now?”

“It won’t hurt to keep Satoru Gojo out of play. So go down below and kill sorcerers.”

…

“Grandson?”

“Who the hell do you think you’re ordering around, old hag? And how dare you to hurt ma princess?”

That voice…You must be hallucinating. It sounds just like him, just like you remember it. That deep unpromising vibration that made you go crazy more than once.

A shriek, a dull fall, silence. Footsteps that are approaching you again. Heavy, confident steps.

“I thought you can take more than that, princess.”

Hands grab your shoulders gently, lifting your bruised and weak body out of the dirt. You force yourself to open your heavy eyelids, mind still trying to process what is happening.

You stare right into his ocean blue eyes.

“Missed me?”

Your shaky breath rings in your ears, trembling hands searching for hold on his shoulders.  

“Toji?”

Nothing more than a fade whisper in the night, a faint hope resonates.

“You’re still looking hot.”

Tears swell up your eyes before you can catch yourself while you wrap your aching arms around him for dear life. This has to be a dream, some cruel technique, a hallucination. But you don’t give a fuck. At the moment, all you can think about is how he wraps his large arms around your waist and back while holding the back of your head and the way he smells.

God, he smells just like you remember, just like the Toji you knew.

“Please tell me you’re back. Tell me this isn’t just a cruel dream. I don’t want to wake up anymore….”

“Live and in color. It’s been a while”, he comments.

Your eyes dart towards him and his sly grin. The grin you know all too well, the grin you adored more than anything else in the world.

“I missed you every single fucking day. And now…And now you’re standing in front of me. Alive”, you stammer.

“These fuckers thought they could use my powers against you. Ain’t no way  I’d let this happen princess. Even if it means going to hell and back to be with you.”

Your fingers trace over his cheeks, his collarbones, his broad chest.

“It’s me, (y/n)”, he confirms your unspoken question.

“I missed you.”

“Yeah? Missed ya too. And can’t wait to show you how much. But work comes first and I still have a lot of shit to do.”

“I came here to take revenge, to kill all of Gojo’s little puppies for what he did to you”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“What a good girl you are, I always loved ya for that. Let’s get you out of here first. I’ll be back in a few hours, ‘kay?”

Toji…Loves you? Your hands dig into his firm biceps, eyes piercing right through him for any sign of sarcasm, any sign of manipulation.

But no, it’s clear. The man in front of you is indeed Toji Fushiguro. And he told you that he loves you.

He’s back and he loves you.

“I love you. Fuck, I love you so much! Living without you was hell”, you cry out, completely breaking down in tears while he holds you in his arms.

“I know princess, I know… Will catch up on everything, I promise. Let’s get you outta here. So sorry for hurting you like that.”

He picks you up in his arms while you allow yourself to close your eyes and lean your face against his chest. This might be a manipulation, a dream and nothing more. But you never thought you’d get him back. Fuck, after more than 10 years you’re really back in his arms.

Screw if this isn’t real. For this precious moment, you finally feel home again.

[gobblinggojo]

Fortnight

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Warnings: Lyrics used at some point, Angst, Cursing, Reader is described gender-neutral,, Reader was sent to a mental asylum by their parents due to their cursed energy which has caused trauma, Past-trauma mentioned, Manga chapter 261 Spoilers, Blood and death mentioned.

ੈ✩‧₊ The Tortured Poets Department Masterlist˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“I touched you,

For only a fortnight

(I touched you)

But I touched you.” 

This was not how any of it was supposed to go. When you first came to Tokyo Jujutsu High, as a first year, you were welcomed with warm, open arms. A complete and utter drastic difference from your home life. 

As a child, you always knew that you were different, You could always see the monsters that your family could not see. For as long as you can remember, you can always remember waking up to the monster in your closet, only to be shaken off by your mother and father as it just being your imagination. You remember distinctly the sounds of your cries as you wailed for your mama and papa to save you. The very same cries you were letting out at this very moment, hoping–praying for Yuta to be okay. 

Too many people in your life have either left, or been killed due to the agonizing evil in this world. Nobara, Nanami, Gojo-Sensei, …Megumi. So many you have loved and cherished as if they were your very own family. 

From the very first moment you were abandoned by your mother and father at the age of ten in that wretched asylum, you knew that you had absolutely nobody. You could still remember the numerous tests and the various blood-work and psychiatric treatment you were put through. The shock therapy, the injections, so much trauma that you, as a child, had to endure. 

When Gojo-Sensei came, a boy with midnight black hair by his side, you had finally been saved–seen, and saved. 

“You–Y/n, have a gift. And I promise you, that with my guidance, and the love of your peers, you are going to be just fine. ‘Kay?” 

Gojo-Sensei’s words are often replayed over and over again in your head throughout the few short years you have been at Jujutsu High. You felt comfort in them, because in all honesty, Gojo-Sensei was right. With his guidance, and the love you often felt from your peers, you were okay. You were perfectly, and utterly fine. 

Truly, everything was going so, so amazing in your life. 

So, why did it all have to change now? 

“I wanna kill him..” 

Your words came out in strained sobs as you sat at the medical bedside of Yuta Okkotsu. Shoko stood right above him, scalpel in hand as she worked ever-so-carefully as she removed Yuta;s brain from his head. By his left side, Gojo-Sensei lay, head cut right open, and brain gone.

Even in death, Gojo-Sensei was nothing but a puppet for the jujutsu world. 

And so was Yuta. Your Yuta. 

“I think we all want to kill him, Y/n,” Shoko’s voice was soft as she spoke, continuing her diligent work of art as she wiped a bit of blood away from dripping down Yuta’s head. 

The male lay unconscious by you, hand loosely in your own grasp as he lay limp, awaiting to use Kenjaku’s cursed technique inside of Gojo-Sensei in order to stop the raging battle between Sukuna and the Jujutsu world. 

“He has taken everything away, Shoko…Nobara, Megumi…Gojo-Sensei…My Yuta..” Tears began to well up once more, slowly dripping down your face as you stared sadly at what was becoming of your lover. 

Shoko pressed her lips together in a frown, her gloved hands carefully continuing to cut open Yuta’s head to get to his brain. Her brown eyes moved at one point, gazing right at you with a look of complete and utter pity. “I know, Y/n.” 

It was silent for a few more minutes as Shoko carefully extracted Yuta’s brain from his head. It made you completely and utterly sick; seeing your lover there in that state. You wanted to throw up as you watched Shoko set his brain down on a medical table before she turned towards Gojo’s own body, beginning to prepare it for Yuta’s brain. 

“Yuta and I were only together for two weeks, Shoko….He called it a fortnight..” You chuckled sadly, remembering Yuta as he spoke to Gojo-Sensei with such excitement when Gojo-Sensei had returned.

“I finally worked up the courage to ask Y/n to be mine, Gojo-Sensei..” His shy smile, accompanied by that little blush of his as he scratched the back of his neck warmed your heart. 

“No kidding! Look at you Okkotsu, finally taking what's yours!” Gojo’s voice boomed loudly as he chuckled at his students' pride. “How long have ya been together? Don’t tell me I’ve missed a whole year!” 

“We’ve been together for a fortnight..” 

Shoko let out a sad chuckle, moving her head to gaze at you as she smiled pitifully once more. “Gojo always knew that something would happen between you and Okkotsu..” You watched as hands covered in latex carefully grabbed the bloodied organ off of the medical table. Shoko turned her back away, carefully placing Yuta’s brain inside of Gojo’s head, before she began to get to work stitching up the puppet. 

“...Will Yuta come back?” Your voice shook as you asked the dreaded question that you already knew the answer to. There was no way that Yuta would be coming back. He only had five whole minutes before the cursed energy would leave him, leaving both himself, and Gojo-Sensei dead. 

“I don’t think he will come back, Y/n.”

Shoko’s words were straight to the point, not wanting to lie to you and get your hopes up. However, you wished that she would have lied to you. The feeling of your heart sinking deeper into your chest hurts. It hurts so bad. 

You could feel the salty trail of tears slowly drip down your face, falling right onto Yuta’s hand that you held as you stared hopelessly at the love of your life. 

“I touched him for only a fortnight, Shoko…How is that fair?” You cried out, moving to stand up as you let go of Yuta’s hand. Your face was red as you wiped furiously at the tears that continued to come out of your face. “How is that fair?!” Your voice cried as you screamed in Shoko’s direction, heart beating quickly as you wiped Yuta’s blood off of his face. 

No reply. Shoko stayed silent as she continued to work on stitching up Gojo, her brows knitted together as she completely shook off your breakdown.

And I love you.

It’s ruining my life.

I love you, it's ruining my life. 

I touched you.

For only a fortnight.

I touched you.

But I touched you. 

Those words replayed over and over again inside of your head, like a mantra that you had known forever. Tears continued to crash down as you turned, rushing out of the medical room as you cried. Cried for your parents, cried for Gojo-Sensei, for Nobara, for Megumi…but most of all, for the loss of your lover–Yuta. 

This just was not fair, nothing was fair. 

Your eyes roamed the destruction outside of the medical room; sobs continued to escape your lips as you looked for at least a place to sit and calm yourself. None of this was fair. 

You continued to walk around the destroyed property of Jujutsu high, face red, eyes burning as you continued to cry, and, and cry. 

“It’s not fair..” You spoke to no one in particular as you fell to your knees under one of the many trees outside; one of the few that was not destroyed during Sukuna’s rampage. Your heart continued to beat, soft sobs leaving your lips as you stared down at the ground, hands gripping the ends of your uniform as you cried.

“Gojo-Sensei–” You cried out the name of your teacher as you looked up to the sky, eyes narrowed as if you were trying to curse your deceased instructor with just a look into the sky. “You should have just kept me there–at the asylum. I never wanted to ever get this attached to anybody again..Nobody.” You let out another pitiful sob as you wiped helplessly at your eyes, trying so hard to get rid of the oncoming rush of tears that just would not stop. 

“I want to kill him so bad..” Your bottom lip trembled as you let your hands drop to your lap, sobbing once more as you slammed your head back into the trunk of the tree. 

“Loving Yuta was the worst decision of my life…Loving you is ruining my life, Yuta!” You screamed up to the sky, face beet red as you continued to scream and cry at the realization that you truly lost the love of your life forever. 

There was absolutely nothing that Yuta could do to fix this–to come back and continue to love and protect you. 

His arms encircled your waist as he held you close in the vision of your memory; his warm breath tickling your neck as he pressed a kiss to it. “I’m so happy I finally have you now, Y/n..” He let out a shy chuckle. 

“I’m happy we both just finally found the courage to confess…I really missed you while you were gone, Yuta..” You let out a breathless giggle as he pressed another kiss to your neck, before moving to press one to your cheek, then your forehead–and finally your lips. 

“You have no idea how happy you make me..” 

“I feel like I finally have someone to live for.”

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I will never, ever leave you in this cursed world. I will forever protect you, okay?” 

I love you…

I love you..

I love you.

Yuta Okkotsu, forever loving you is ruining my life. 

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[blues824]

Could you do a fix that is dorm leaders x a reader who is like Nobara from jujitsu kaizen? Like most of the time she is goofy and a little bossy, always focused on her looks; but then during overblots she get really serious and a little phyco?

Targeted towards female reader, but no gender-specific pronouns are used.

Riddle Rosehearts

You both did not get along at the beginning. Not only would you not follow the Queen’s rules, but you viewed them as dumb. Plus, you often goofed off with Ace and Deuce and he definitely does not like that. In addition to all of that, you stood up for yourself against Riddle’s tyranny. And finally, you were obsessed with how you looked at all times.

However, when he overblotted, he saw you really put yourself and others to work. You took charge and ordered everyone around as you went in to attack. You were willing to inflict pain upon yourself, and he was put off by that significantly. He was no match for you, as you had passed Satoru’s test with flying colors back in your world.

It wasn’t until you were helping him in the infirmary that he got to see your more caring side. The way you looked at him was very uncharacteristically kind, but he welcomed it. You scolded him for not informing you that he was struggling with family issues beforehand, and he let out that classic anime sweatdrop.

But, now that the two of you were together, things were for the better. You still retained your very ‘superior’ attitude, but instead of you being #1, you and Riddle were #1. You often acted in his place because you were able to keep a level head in stressful situations, and even did a King of Hearts move where you would ask him to give a fair trial.

Leona Kingscholar

Again, you both did not get along at first, but that’s because your prideful personalities often clashed with each other. You both thought you were better than the other, and it didn’t work very well. But, to make him even more angry, you would often goof around with Ruggie so that he was delayed in a task that Leona had given him.

Once he had overblotted, however, he was taken by surprise at your amazing coordination and even level of psychopath-ness. It was very embarrassing for him how fast you were able to take him down. You even stood triumphantly before calming down and helping the nurse get him on a gurney and take him to the infirmary.

During his recovery period, he really got to see your more caring side that you usually reserved for Yuji and Megumi. Unfortunately, this side of you has been wanting to peak out but your friends weren’t there with you. So, Leona was the next best person. You scolded him when he tried to get up when he wasn’t supposed to, but he could tell that you were really worried.

After he was in the clear, you made sure to check on him more. You often brushed him off when he tried to tease you about being scared that he was going to die, saying that it was worrying how he hyped himself up so much only to be defeated in a 5-minute battle. He found your sarcastic attitude very attractive.

Azul Ashengrotto

He thought he would be able to manipulate your pride to get you into a contract, but you were already 5 steps ahead of him. Your training with Satoru Gojo wasn’t for nothing, after all. This often left him frustrated because you could be used as a bouncer or security guard of some sort for the Lounge since you knew how to fight and you fought well.

The second he overblotted, you were taking the reins. You ordered Jade and Floyd around better than he ever could, and he really underestimated your ability to fight as well as overestimated your sanity level. You went batshit crazy, and it freaked him out. And because he froze, you won.

You did help him to the infirmary and helped him through the healing process, and he always grew super flustered when you were especially caring. Like when you helped him sit up in the bed, the skin contact left him blushing. You then scolded him for getting a fever (even though that’s not what it was and he wouldn’t have control over it anyway).

From that point on, you both were great together. You only showed your softer side when you both were alone in his office, and he felt very honored to see that version of you. The two of you are somewhat concerned about your looks, but you make sure to give each other compliments so that you both feel better about yourselves.

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim tries to see the good in everyone, and he likes your confidence. You always knew how to carry yourself. So, he acted as your cheerleader of sorts. Honestly, it worried you but also boosted your ego more than it should have because now you’re even more prideful than before, much to everyone else’s dismay.

When Jamil overblotted, Kalim got to see a whole other side of you. You took charge of the situation, and even though the Vice Housewarden was very meticulous, you had Gojo as a teacher. There was no way you would have disappointed him, and you wouldn’t have because the battle was relatively easy. Your love interest was very scared by your maniacal look, though.

Once the two of you were reunited, you let out a huge sigh of relief as you ran into his arms. You were exhausted because it has been overblot after overblot after overblot, and the Scarabia Housewarden can see it. So, he led you by the hand to his room where he had you lay down on his bed to get some rest.

Over the next few days, he got to see your softer (but still tsundere) side. As he tried to feed you some of the food that his dorm members made, you would often comment on how you could feed yourself. He wasn’t having any of it, though, as he held the utensil to your mouth for you to take a bite.

Vil Schoenheit

Another case where your personalities clashed. Not only that, but you both were beautiful as well, so it started a rivalry between the two of you. Then there was the fact that since Epel was one of your friends you would often either goof off with him or break him out/make an excuse as to why you needed him so that he could get out of doing his makeup or skincare.

He thought you were just reckless and prideful, until he overblotted. You were like an entirely different person as you took charge and ordered everyone around so that it wouldn’t be too chaotic as you went up against him one-on-one. He thought you were foolish for doing that, but you won by a very large margin.

In the infirmary, he had the chance of seeing your more tender self. You didn’t even care that Vil didn’t have any makeup on as you dabbed a damp towel upon his forehead for the sweat. Even though you denied being worried, he could tell that that wasn’t the truth. Don’t worry though, because your secret is safe with him.

Once the two of you got romantically involved, Vil realized that maybe he didn’t need to compete with Neige all the time. If he had you by his side, then he’s already won. Not only were you a perfect match for him, but you matched him intellectually. It’s like you could read each other’s minds. You knew when the other needed rest.

Idia Shroud

He was very intimidated by you, but this is one of those cases where you lead and he follows. He is a worshiper, often agreeing when you claim superiority over everyone else. But the only reason is because he’s scared you’re gonna beat him up. Poor baby is trembling in his shoes whenever you’re around.

The minute he overblotted, he knew what you were capable of. So, as a result, he posed more of a challenge than you originally expected. No matter, since he had only seen your prideful side and not your insane side that can be very spontaneous. There was no predictable pattern in your actions, and so he was defeated.

Oh, man. We could start an entire romance show with an entire season focused on you helping Idia in his recovery. Feelings were discovered and explored, and you showed how you really felt even though you really tried to rein it in. It was like a cheesy fanfiction trope that no one can resist.

After, the two of you put an official title on your relationship. Everyone was shocked when you came out holding hands and they watched as you helped him to Ignihyde. You shouted at everyone else to mind their own business when they started whispering amongst themselves, and you were pretty close to throwing hands with Ace and Deuce for snickering.

Malleus Draconia

The fae Prince is very amused by your confidence. You are no damsel in distress, and he respects that. He might even humor you and agree that you were the best, and it wasn’t truly false at all since he did think you were wonderful. You were his first friend outside of his retainers or his dormitory.

He has heard of your fights with the overblot phantoms, and he has to say that what he has gleaned from the gossip is that you had a different side of you when you fought in battle. It almost sounds like you went feral, even harming yourself in the process but not caring. All this man really cared about was that you were able to fend for yourself and he was proud.

But, what no one else knows is that you had a third side to you, and it was a more loving side. As the two of you walked under the moonlight each night, you walked arm-in-arm with each other and just basked in each other’s presence. Even though you could be very chaotic, this was a very good way for you to wind down after dealing with NRC’s shenanigans.

Unfortunately, the quiet never lasts since you and Sebek often get into arguments since you both were very prideful. Before you had the chance to accept the knight’s invitation to a proper duel, Malleus stepped in and refused for fear of his retainer dying at your hands. It left you disappointed for the rest of the day, but that’s okay.

[gojosbf]

why do you think that female char are no longer well written on jjk? /genq (i am caught up with the manga so don't worry about spoilers)

SPOILERS AHEAD!!! for me all of this began with nobara's death and it went downhill from there, now see I understand it might've been important to give yuuji motivation etc but when a roach naoya get's to survive again and again after getting killed but there is no hope for nobara who was one touch kill and had chances of survival but doesn't purely for shock factor, it doesn't sit right with me.

Okay, ignore even that maybe it's my attachment to the character talking so let's talk about other female characters: most of the fandom forgets momo exists that's how useless he made her, she suffered no serious damage (not as far as I remember) and her only active role was in kyoto goodwill arc and an appearance in shibuya we barely see her after that.

Gege treats female characters as a catalyst for mcs, either they're completely useless or get killed off or even if they're powerful enough they're barely mentioned or shown doing something useful.

Example for catalyst: We literally never really see Utahime in action except in Shinjuku Battle to boost Gojo's ct. Like really? That's your semi grade 1 sorcerer and all throughout the manga that was her only role?

Example for completely useless: I already talked about momo, lets about miwa okay, she put her everything to that one swing post-shibuya against kenjaku only for him to deflect it with his bare hands and what about her after that? Nothing!! She gave up everything and now she cannot do anything, just another cheap tactic to get rid of another useful character.

Example for killed: Listen I will accept Mai's death because it served the purpose and was one of the most impressive parts but other than that? Yuki Tsukumo, the special grade, the star plasma that rejected even tengen and cornered kenjaku, her death was so anticlimactic and unsatisfactory, she was practically winning but apparently "a miscalculation" caused her death, listen I like a shocking plot twist and death but that seemed like nothing but an excuse to get rid of another strong female character because gege had no idea how he'd use her in future.

More example for catalyst: Tsumiki and Yorozu (aka the same body but!) she was such a driving force for Megumi but after Culling Game arc hit we got a tease of her (or them) and that provided more motivation for megumi to fix things to work harder to bring his sister back but instead of seeing more of her gege killed her off after sukuna took over megumi's body because her purpose was served!! Done. She was there as long as she could be used as a beacon of hope for our poor boy.

Example of if powerful then they're barely shown: Shoko and Mei Mei, we know both of them are quite capable, they've proved their worth and aside from the fact that Mei Mei is a fucking pedophile she's still a great sorcerer but now she doesn't care about sorcerers and henceforth isn't present/doesn't provide much or any help at all other than the telecast. Shoko on the other hand, we're supposed to believe that her using rct is special and she's one of the most important characters mind you she's the part of the og trio but we rarely get to see her. Even know (the up to date manga chapters) they keep talking about taking the injured sorcerers to shoko but they never !! show !! her !! in !! action !! Like c'mon she's been working overtime but SOMEHOW gege can't dedicate more than four panels to her?

Now onto Maki, the only one standing, the only female character gege truly utilised gave her one heck of goal and arc and then very conveniently forgot her for next 100 chapters. She's great yes, and gege's finally back to currently giving her the attention she deserves which I am very skeptical about because if he just kills her off in next chapter to make a statement istg...but everytime she's mentioned they HAVE to mention toji, it's almost like she'll never leave his shadow, all her achievements are boiled down to FEMALE TOJI which, don't get me wrong I love toji but she's more than that, she's a monster because she wiped out a whole clan not because she shares same superhuman powers as her predecessor and dare I say she's already surpassed toji at this point.

Let's not forget Uro and Angel/Hana whom gege brought in once for one job and then we all completely forgot about them. (I am mentioning them last because he's done this with many other characters so they're truly not an unique case in that sense)

Returning back to when jjk first was fairly new and we had these panels

it was hype we thought FINALLY!!!! she doesn't denounce her femininity but isn't used as a fan service material through them either and she's fucking nuts and strong FINALLY!!! only for gege to go well now that you've had the crumbs you're getting neither, not the pretty ones nor the strong ones and even if they're strong I am going to act like they don't exist so have fun!! And that's why I think he's really downgraded.

[redskull199987]

Nineteen Days

Satoru Gojo x fem!reader

word count:1.8k

Warnings:!MANGA SPOILER! for Shibuya incident arc and Culling Game arc, canon typical violence, swearing, teasing, fluff at the end

Summary:With the help of Hana aka “the Angel”, your small group of remaining Sorcerers finally manages to open the prison realm to bring back your Lover…Gojo Satoru…

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With a rapidly beating heart, you watched how Fumihiko placed the prison realm on the small mat, a few meters in front of you. You would be lying if you said you weren't excited. It was finally happening.

 Gojo Satoru would return from the prison realm. 

Even though it had only been nineteen days since he was sealed away in Shibuya, it had felt like he had been gone for a lifetime. So much had happened since. 

You had all gone through much while participating in the Culling Game. You were relieved that no one had died yet, even though you had temporarily lost Megumi to Sukuna. But you all hoped that Gojo would beat the king of Curses and bring the young Fushiguro back.

“I hope this is gonna work.”, you mumbled to yourself, as you took cover next to Inumaki and Yuji. The pink haired boy tried to give you a reassuring smile, but you saw that he was just as on edge as everybody else. This plan just had to work or you would lose. And not just the battle against Kenjaku. No, all of Japan would lose. 

And as you watched how Angel flew into the sky in order to activate her cursed technique, all you could do was pray. Pray that she could open the prison realm. Pray that Gojo would return. That it all would work out. 

“SALMON!!”

Inumaki´s words rang in your head as Angel activated “Jacob´s Ladder” and a beaming ray of light was released onto the prison realm.You all hid behind the small barrier in case something went wrong, but after a few seconds of utter silence, you quickly rose to your feet.

“What happened?!Sensei!! Is it safe to come closer?!”, Yuji yelled, as he got closer to the Mat where the Prison realm had been laying just a few seconds ago.

You remained silent up until now. As the smoke, caused by “Jacob´s ladder” finally lifted, you couldn't believe your eyes.

It was gone. The prison realm was gone.

“Did he disappear along with the prison realm?”, you asked quietly, trying not to make any hasty assumptions.

“And thus…”, Fumihiko mumbled, staring off into the distance,”...yet another useless piece of trivia is known to the world.”

Ignoring his philosophical statement, you tried not to think of the worst. Which would be that Gojo was wiped from existence, as soon as the back of the prison realm was exposed to Angel´s cursed technique.

“Might Gojo Satoru actually be some kind of evil spirit?, Angel pondered, also trying to push the most obvious answer aside.

“She's playing defense.”, Yuji pouted. You could only sigh:”Well, can't really argue that Satoru´s personality had some evil to it.”

Your little chat was interrupted, as a sudden rumble plowed through the ground. An indicator that something had worked. You just had to find out what.

“An earthquake?!”, you wondered, after a few seconds of silence.

“This can't be a coincidence!!”Yuji claimed. And he was right. It couldn´t be a coincidence.

And you were right. Unbeknownst to you, Gojo Satoru had been released from the Prison realm. And he was about to beat Kenjaku´s ass.

After a few painful hours of not knowing if your plan had worked or not, you finally found out that Gojo had in fact returned from the prison realm. You had been successful.

And after a small face off with Kenjaku and Sukuna, Gojo had proposed to set the date of the final battle on christmas. `How nostalgic`, you thought.

Finally, Gojo had returned to what was left of Jujutsu Tech to talk with Shoko and Ijichi.

As you heard the exciting news, you immediately made your way back to the school grounds. Yuji had to promise you to be extra careful, as he and the rest of the group returned to Hakari´s fighting hall. You hugged your student tightly, before departing and making your way back to the school. The school where it had all started. Your life as a jujutsu sorcerer. Your life alongside the strongest. Along Gojo Satoru. You remembered it as clear as day. How he had confessed his love to you. On the very school grounds, you were about to return to.

You winced as Kento carefully bumped your shoulder with his, silently asking if you were alright. The younger sorcerer had been assigned on a mission with you. A mission which left you bruised and battered.

“I wanted to thank you again.”, the blond mumbled, looking to the ground,”If you hadn´t interfered, that cursed spirit would've gotten me.”

“No need to thank me.”, you smiled, bumping his shoulder back,”Getting hurt is part of the job, remember?”

“Yeah but you took quite the hit.”, Kento mumbled, referring to the laceration on your temple. Unbeknownst to him, you had suffered much more than the small wound on your head. From your shoulder to your upper thigh, dark purple bruises littered your body, as you had taken the full impact of the curse´s attack. But Kento didn't have to know that.

“I´m fine, don´t worry.”, You reassured him. He only nodded and you fell into a comfortable silence, as you made your way to the dorm rooms.

“I'm gonna go and look for Haibara.”, Kento explained.“Say hello from me.”, you nodded, waving at him, as he slowly walked away.

You waited a couple of seconds, until he was entirely out of sight, before you let yourself fall against a nearby wall, holding onto the side of your body.“Fuck.”, you mumbled, trying not to pass out. You had put on a show in front of Kento, acting all tough for the younger sorcerer. But in reality, you were at your limit. You let your mind wander to the question of what Satoru had done in your situation. But in all honesty, he probably wouldn't even have gotten hurt in the first place.

Speaking of the devil…

Before you could even try to find your composure again, you heard footsteps coming closer and only seconds later, none other than Gojo Satoru was standing in front of you. He had a smile on his face, but as soon as he saw you, his expression dropped.

“Y/N?!”, he asked perplexed, rushing over to you, before you could fall over.“Satoru!”, you exclaimed, as he threw an arm around your shoulder to steady your body.

“What the hell happened to you!? Are you okay?”, Satoru questioned, his eyes searching your body for any injuries.You only chuckled tiredly. while you tried to lead him to the infirmary :”What do you think?”“I think that you can barely walk in that state.”, he pouted, forcing you to come to a halt.“No, Satoru…”, you tried to protest, but he had already pulled you into his arms. With a grown from your side, as he touched your bruises, he carefully lifted you into the air.

“I could've walked myself…”, you mumbled, as he carried you towards the infirmary.“Look at you.”, he gently nudged the side of your head with his nose,”You could barely stand back there. As if I'm letting you walk to Shoko on your own.”

“Thank you.”, you murmured after a few seconds of silence. You slowly leaned your head against his shoulder, finally relaxing into his touch.

“Of  course.”, he smiled, as you reached your destination. With a very obvious sigh, Gojo let you to your feet again. But before you could gain your footing again, you slightly stumbled into the white haired boy. Being the gentleman that he was, he immediately wrapped his arms around your smaller body, afraid that you might fall.

“I'm alright.”, you mumbled, your hand resting on his chest,”Thank you.”

“No worries.”, he uttered, his eyes fixated on your face,”I'd do anything for you.”

“What?”, you asked, slightly perplexed. But instead of answering, Gojo simply pressed his lips against yours in a sweet and tender kiss. And as soon as it had started, it ended and Gojo took a step back.“I´ll visit you after Shoko patched you up, alright?”, he smiled and barely gave you enough time to nod, before he had vanished into thin air.

You were left alone with rosy cheeks and a rapidly beating heart. Or so you thought.“I saw that.”, Shoko snickered behind you. You quickly spun around, looking at your peer with wide eyes.“Shoko!”, you scolded her, but it was useless. You already saw the teasing coming.“It was about damn time.”, she chuckled, as she guided you into the infirmary.“Yeah…it was.”, you confessed,”It really was.”

Your heart was beating at least as fast as back then, if not faster, as you finally reached the school grounds. Shoko had called you on the way, letting you know that Gojo was in the best of health. He was acting like he always did and apparently, he couldn't wait to see you again.

And neither could you.

You would be lying if you said that you didn't sprint the last meters towards the main site of the campus.

And there he was. Gojo Satoru. In all his glory. What you noticed first were his bright blue eyes, that visibly lit up as soon as he saw you. But that he wasn't wearing his headband was what you noticed. He also looked a little bit more muscular than before. Like all he had done the past nineteen days was to train.

“Y/N.”

You were harshly pulled from your thoughts, as you heard him say your name. His voice sounded so incredibly soft. His voice that you had missed so much.

As a few tears rolled down your cheeks, he slowly stepped forward, only a few centimeters between you now.

Your head gradually turned upwards to look at his beautiful face. A face that you hadn't seen for only nineteen days and yet it felt like a lifetime.

“Satoru.”, you finally said. With a smile, he raised his hand to softly caress your cheek. Your eyes slowly closed upon finally feeling his touch again.

“I missed you.”, he said, brushing away your tears with his thumb, “So so much.”

“I missed you too!", you declared. Without waiting any longer, you threw your arms around him. You had waited so long to finally feel his touch again. To finally feel him again. You didn't even know if you would ever experience it again and now the moment finally came.

And as Gojo lifted you up into his arms, his laugh echoing in the air. And as he spun you around, pulling you impossibly closer to his body. As you were finally back in his arms, you knew.

You knew what Love really meant. 

Loving someone, the way you loved Gojo Satoru meant, not seeing him for even just one day felt like not seeing him for an entire lifetime. 

And you were never going to let that happen again.

[demonsslayersstuff]

Emptiness (Gojo x Reader)

A/N: A reposting of my previous work

A/N: Firstly JJK SPOILERS, if you don’t want to be spoiled please do not read this ok. This has angst and just overall kind of bleak. No major warnings other than JJK spoilers. Short little drabble.

You feel a mix of emotions, happy that most of the people you care about had survived, but so incredibly sad at the same time. He isn’t coming back you think to yourself, staring down at the body before you.

It was by some miracle and Rika’s endless RCT that Yuta was able to be placed back into his own body, something you were eternally grateful for. There was no way you’d be able to handle him inside of your lovers body for the rest of your life.

Shoko’s lab was silent, everyone had convened in a different area of the school, leaving you to grieve silently and alone. Well not completely alone, off in the corner stood Shoko, giving you space, but remaining as to give you some sort of support. You remained unchanged in your stance continuing to stare down at Gojo’s body.

It was almost cruel how peaceful he looked in death. In his life he’d carried the burden of being the strongest, the burden of being at the elders beck and call, the burden of trying to protect the innocent students he came across. But now he looked the most at peace you’d ever seen him, it’s almost like he was ready for this. Ready to leave this world and you behind.

You feel your throat tightening as you gently reach down to touch his white hair. You’d been the only one he’d allowed to rifle with his hair, humming with happiness as your fingers lightly massaged his temple. But this time you hear nothing. You feel the tears slip down your face, you were losing the battle with your emotions.

The door of the lab creaks open and you hear your students familiar voices down the hall. “L/N Sensei?”, Itadori asks quietly. You don’t respond, you were a mess and you just wanted to grieve. “Give her some space”, you hear Megumi tell him, shooing him out of the lab. You smile despite the pain you feel, happy that the young boy has survived. The door shuts again with a soft click. A few moments after it does you fall to your knees with the most painful scream Shoko had ever heard. Your sobs are relentless as your body meets the cool tile floor. Now that Yuta was done with his body could you finally grieve.

Hands grip your shoulders and you hear Shoko trying to soothe you, though her words fall onto deaf ears. The two of you sit on the tile floor while you continue to cry, Shoko says nothing, just keeping her hands on you, trying to keep you grounded. A long time passes before your sobs subside, leaving you feeling completely numb.

“Y/N”, Shoko asks as you stand up. You look at her in response before going to stand next to Gojo’s body, hands delicately tracing the outlines of his face before you lean down and softly kiss his forehead. “Goodbye my love”, you whisper before shakily walking away. You don’t look back as you leave the lab.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Megumi and Gojo with an s/o who has the power to turn intimate objects into living beings or creatures? So, if she touches a dragon plushies it becomes a real dragon and if she touches a sword it becomes a person.

It had been a very long day.

The mission hadn’t exactly been hard. Just a low level curse he, Nobara, and Yuji were supposed to dispatch before it caused more problems to the citizens of Tokyo. Unfortunately, however, although it was small it was very clever. Too clever in fact and sent them on a wild goose chase all over the city before Megumi finally caught it and dispelled the curse so they could go home.

He breathed a heavy sigh as he came to the door and opened it. Finally able to relax in peace and quiet with [Y/N] for the rest of the evening.

That dream, however, was immediately dispelled as well after he opened the door and saw his dishes, plates, and the house broom flying around the house in some sort of mad conga line like a children’s movie Tsumiki made him once watch when they were little.

“Ah! Megumi! You’re home!”

“I take it that was a surprise for you?” He asked calmly as he removed his shoes.

Of course he knew about [Y/N]’s special skill of being able to bring inanimate objects to life. So he wasn’t surprised.

In battle it was a very helpful skill. They could create an army almost out of nothing, with the only limitation being the amount of cursed energy needed to bring it to life and size. They could create an almost endless supply quickly as his shikigami, without being limited to their form or if it was destroyed. He still missed Orochi.

In their private lives, however, it was a different story. Things like this would happen often. Where they would use their powers to ‘help’ around the house, or just entertain themselves when they were bored, usually to disastrous results.

“I thought you would be home later, and I could have this all done and everything back without you knowing.” They told him. Carefully weaving through the self-dancing broom that was kicking up dust into the corner. “Sorry.”

“Can you just…put everything back please?” Megumi asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long day and I don’t have the energy for this circus right now.”

[Y/N] nodded and quickly dispelled the technique as safely as they could. No broken dishes this time, which was a plus. “Do you want me to get a bath for you? The regular way?”

“No. It’s fine.” He replied and stepped into the house now that it was safe. “The house does look nice by the way.”

[Y/N] grinned. “Thanks! I tried! I’ve been working on trying to get it more organized.”

“That might help a bit more if you did it and didn’t let the things decide where they want to go.”

“I know. But they seem so happy when they decide.”

Megumi smirked and let out a tired laugh. Of course they would take ‘the things’ feelings into consideration. “I think I am going to take a bath. Then get to bed early.”

“Ok. I’ll make you something to eat.”

“Just don’t let the pots decide how long to cook the soup for this time.” He told them. “They always get it wrong.”

[runabout-river]

Thoughts on JJK chapter 238 (spoilers)

Sukuna has an overwhelming presence in the continuation of this fight and the only thing I'm thinking about is: are his cursed energy reserves full again? I don't think so, so it's astonishing how powerful he still is in Part 15 of this battle. Do the others have a fighting chance against him? If you didn't pay attention you'd think they don't.

Kashimo analyses Sukuna's form (with x-ray) and we're told how two sets of arms and mouths is one of the most advantageous things a sorcerer can have. Sukuna can make additional handsigns and incantations without momentarily sacrificing his breath or his hands, something that Gojo needed to be extremely careful about.

But take note: Sukuna has to supplement his power with signs and incantations because his CE output dropped. Just like he had to change forms because he couldn't heal himself anymore, now he has to bolster the rest of his attacks as well.

I see that Gege has a bit of a same-face syndrome with Hakari going on right now. And the guy has four hands and still puts his weapon in his mouth. I do like the design though, after Yujikuna and Megukuna, I wouldn't have accepted original Sukuna to be too ugly.

What was quite shocking this chapter was Kashimo's fast defeat. Just like with Jogo and Gojo, the actual final attack was omitted which is basically a theme for Sukuna fighting strong opponents but I have trouble believing that Kashimo is already done for.

Why would Gege hype up Kashimo's CT since his fight against Hakari, only to have it be finished in less than two chapters? Also, I thought with how his CT works that dismantle wouldn't be too effective against him. My hope for the rest of this battle is that Kashimo will stand up again by evolving his CT even further and completely breaking the chains that keep him human.

What could be seen as a definitive sendoff for Kashimo however, is his weird chat with Sukuna. This is the second time that someone killed by Sukuna has a conversation with him in some kind of dream world. You know who else has weird dream sequences happen to him while fighting others? Yuji.

(Gojo's dream sequence is different. It doesn't happen with Sukuna and is heavily implied to be real and happening in limbo.)

The talk about love gets resolved for the moment. We get what Sukuna truly thinks about it and how he groups Gojo, Kashimo and Yorozu into a category that he himself is definitely not part of. The good thing about themes like these though is that they will be back through challenging the villain's outlook on life.

The next fighters have entered the arena and it's such an interesting match up. Hakari is still with Uraume, so Higuruma and Yuji are going against Sukuna. Yuji looks as furious as the time Sukuna took over Megumi and what is up with his arms and hand? Is he emulating Sukuna now? Not to forget the weird body hopping he had done with Kusakabe.

I also can't wait to see Higuruma put Sukuna on trial. What more about his past and his crimes are we going to uncover? Will there be something that he himself would've wanted to keep a secret or forget. Maybe something like the crime of eating his twin. I'm also reminding everyone that Sukuna hates Yuji and I can't wait to see how that will play out.

And will we get to see Megumi again 😭

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Inumaki Toge, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 18　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The once vibrant halls of Tenjiku were now filled with the cold, methodical presence of law enforcement. What was once a sanctuary, echoing with laughter, music, and the soft murmur of voices, now rang with the clipped voices of officers and the crackle of police radios. The place that had been a refuge for so many was now being dismantled, piece by piece, by the very system that had always hovered at the edges of their lives like a storm cloud.

In separate, starkly lit interrogation rooms, three women faced their uncertain futures.

Boe lounged in her chair, her lips twisted into a half-smile as she listened to the officer across from her drone on with questions. She tossed her dyed purple hair over her shoulder and leaned back, her posture relaxed, as if she were merely humoring the officer. Every so often, she would chuckle softly, her green eyes glinting with mischief. "Look," she finally said, cutting off the officer mid-sentence, "we all know how this works. You'll dig up some dirt, and then someone with deeper pockets than yours will clean it all up. It's a cycle. So why don't we save ourselves some time and let this blow over like it always does?"

But the officer wasn’t buying it. He pressed on, his questions becoming sharper, more insistent. Boe’s expression didn’t change; she simply shrugged, her smile never faltering. She wasn’t naive—she knew the stakes. But she also knew that, in this game, the players with the most money and influence usually walked away unscathed.

In another room, Sarah sat in silence, her eyes unfocused, lost in thoughts that had nothing to do with the man sitting across from her. The officer tried to engage her, tried to provoke a reaction, but it was as if she were miles away. The interrogation was a mere inconvenience, a distraction from the storm that raged in her mind. She hadn’t fully processed everything that had happened—not the battle, not the revelation of her new abilities, not the sudden and all-encompassing collapse of the world she had known. Her answers were curt, her tone disinterested. The officer, growing frustrated, finally gave up on trying to get anything useful out of her and left her alone to her thoughts.

Rin, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. Her fingers twisted in her lap as she listened to the officer grilling her, each question hammering home the reality of their situation. She could see it all so clearly—the way the investigation was being spun, the narrative that was being crafted. Tenjiku, with its connections to the underworld and its ties to the ongoing gang war, was the perfect scapegoat. It would be easy, far too easy, for the authorities to pin everything on them. The thought made her stomach churn. She answered the questions as best she could, but her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to protect the people who relied on her.

When the interrogations finally ended, the three women found themselves standing together in the atrium, watching in silence as the police continued to raid their home. The air was heavy with tension, the weight of what was happening pressing down on them like a physical force. Around them, the women of Tenjiku moved about in a daze, gathering their things, packing up what little they could carry. The usual laughter and chatter were gone, replaced by the occasional quiet sob or the murmur of a comforting word.

Rin took a deep breath and called everyone to gather around. She had always been a leader, someone the others could look up to, and now, more than ever, she needed to be strong for them. Her heart ached as she looked at the faces of the women she had come to think of as family. But she pushed the emotion down, forcing herself to maintain her composure.

"Everyone," she began, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her, "I’m sure you all know by now what’s happening. The situation... it’s not good. I want to be honest with you all—this isn’t something we can fight. Tenjiku is being targeted, and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. But that doesn’t mean we’re helpless. I’m willing to negotiate or even cancel any contracts you have with us. I’ll do everything I can to help you find new places to work, places where you’ll be safe."

There was a murmur of agreement among the women, and a few nodded, though their expressions were filled with uncertainty. Rin’s heart tightened, but she forced herself to stay strong. She owed them that much.

Boe, who had been leaning casually against a pillar, spoke up. "So, where do we go from here?" she asked, her tone light but with an edge of seriousness that hadn’t been there before.

Before Rin could respond, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway—Yaga. He removed his hat and placed it over his heart as he approached, his expression somber. "Rin, Boe, Sarah," he said softly, "I’m so sorry this is happening. None of you should have been caught up in this mess."

Rin turned to him, her expression grateful but also wary. She opened her mouth to speak, but Boe cut in, sensing what she was about to say. "Hold on, Rin. Let’s hear him out," she said.

Yaga nodded in appreciation before continuing. "I want to offer all of you a place at our headquarters until you find somewhere more permanent," he said quietly, "My people can protect you, keep you safe from anyone who might try to take advantage of this situation. You don’t have to decide now, but I want you to know that the offer is there for any of you who need it."

Rin hesitated, her mind racing. The idea of uprooting everyone and moving them somewhere else was daunting, but Boe had a point. Yaga’s group had resources and power—enough to keep the women safe until they could figure out their next steps. Still, Rin couldn’t force anyone to go.

Finally, she nodded, "Thank you, Yaga. We appreciate your offer, and I’ll make sure everyone knows they have a choice. But it will be up to each of them to decide what they want to do."

Yaga smiled warmly, tipping his hat, "That’s all I ask."

As he left them to make their decisions, the three women stood together, watching as the life they had known was dismantled piece by piece. The halls of Tenjiku, once filled with music and laughter, were silent now, save for the echo of footsteps and the rustle of packing. It was the end of an era, and none of them knew what the future would hold.

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The air was thick with tension as Gojo, Nanami, and Geto stepped out of the car, the imposing gates of the Gojo estate looming before them in the twilight. The scent of the night air mixed with the faint trace of the cocaine that still lingered on Gojo’s sleeve. He brushed back his hair with a deep inhale, a gesture more of irritation than composure, before wiping the remaining powder off his sleeve with a flick of disgust. The estate had always been suffocating to him, but tonight, it felt more like a cage than ever.

As they approached the entrance, a pair of attendants, their faces masks of subtle terror, greeted them. They bowed low, offering to escort him to his quarters where he could change into a Yukata.

Gojo dismissed them with a sharp, "No," his voice cutting through the air like a blade. He didn’t have time for their rituals or their pretense. He was here for answers, and he wouldn’t be swayed by niceties.

Nanami and Geto declined as well, though their refusals were more courteous. Geto offered a slight bow, his smile easy but with an undercurrent of tension, while Nanami simply shook his head, his expression stoic. They knew Gojo was on edge, and the last thing they wanted was to make the situation worse.

Gojo stormed down the hallway, his footsteps echoing through the estate, each step a hammer blow against the silence that hung heavy in the air. The corridors were lined with centuries of tradition, but all Gojo saw were walls that had kept him trapped, kept him from the truth. He reached his mother’s quarters, the screen door barely slowing him down as he slammed it open.

His mother was in the garden, kneeling amongst her flowers, tending to them with the same care and precision that she had always shown in her duties. She didn’t look up as he entered, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to the storm that raged inside him.

"Mother," Gojo snarled, his voice low and dangerous, a sharp edge to it that made the attendants at the door flinch.

She didn’t respond immediately, her hands still busy with the delicate flowers. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost indifferent, "Satoru, how nice of you to visit."

He stormed up to her, his shadow falling over her slight form as she continued her task, seemingly unaffected by the fury radiating from her son. Leaning down, he growled in her ear, his voice trembling with barely contained rage, "I’m not here for pleasantries. I want answers."

She paused, finally setting down her tools and turning to face him. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a glint in her eyes, something cold and calculating. "What are you talking about, Satoru?" She asked, feigning innocence.

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His breath was heavy, each word filled with venom. "Why are you involved with the Kamo clan? Why are you dealing in cursed blood and selling drugs? And why the hell did you set up Sarah? Why did you treat her so badly? Why did you lie to me and drug me?!" His voice rose with each question until he was shouting, his fury boiling over as he demanded the truth, "Why can’t you just leave her alone?!"

His mother remained silent for a long moment, her eyes studying him with a calm that only infuriated him further. When she finally spoke, her voice was soft, almost pitying, "Do you know how important you are, Satoru?"

He snarled, "I don’t care about that!"

But she continued, her tone almost condescending. "You are a Gojo. A member of the most powerful sorcerer clan in existence. You should not stoop to the level of a commoner." She stood, her movements graceful and deliberate as she finally met his gaze. Her eyes were cold, hard. "I should never have allowed you to associate with that girl. She was never supposed to be more than a vessel. We should have kept her sedated from the start, as planned."

Gojo’s rage flared again, his voice trembling with anger. "I would never have allowed that!"

His mother’s gaze hardened, and for the first time, there was a hint of anger in her voice. "And that, Satoru, is exactly why we had to drug you. You are the honored one. You have a responsibility, a place in this world that you must understand. You can’t continue to play with commoners and throw away your legacy."

Her words were a knife, each one cutting deeper than the last. Gojo’s hands trembled as he fought to keep control. Nanami and Geto, who had been standing by the door, exchanged tense glances. They could feel the tension in the air, and as Gojo’s mother continued to speak, they knew it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

When she began to speak ill of Sarah again, Gojo’s vision blurred with red. He moved to strike her, his hand drawn back, but Nanami and Geto were faster, each grabbing an arm and holding him back. The force of their grip was enough to snap him out of his rage, but just barely.

His mother’s eyes were like ice as she stared him down. "Impudent child," she hissed, "You are the honored one. Remember that."

Gojo wrenched himself free from Nanami and Geto, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned in close to his mother, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "Do you know what you’ve done?" His lips curled into a dark smile, one that sent chills down Nanami and Geto’s spines, "Sarah has consumed all of Sukuna’s fingers."

His mother’s face drained of color, her composure cracking for the first time, "What?"

Gojo laughed, a dark, humorless sound that echoed in the garden. "That’s right. There’s only one sorcerer left who’s keeping Sukuna’s full consciousness at bay. And if he gets out of the prison realm, he’ll have a human body to completely and freely possess."

The weight of his words hung in the air, a truth so terrifying that it left the others speechless. Nanami and Geto exchanged a glance, their earlier suspicions about Sarah now confirmed. Gojo’s mother, for all her coldness and control, was visibly shaken.

Gojo stepped back, the smirk still playing on his lips as he looked at the woman who had brought him into this world, who had raised him with such a rigid sense of duty and power. But now, for the first time, he saw fear in her eyes. And it felt like a small, bitter victory.

"Congratulations, mother," Gojo said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You’ve set the stage for the end of everything."

Gojo's eyes glinted with a cold fury as he reached out, grabbing his mother by the arm. She tried to pull away, but his grip was like iron. He twisted her arms behind her back, his movements precise and unyielding. Her breath hitched as she felt the strength behind his grasp, a strength she had nurtured, honed, and now, a strength she was helpless against.

"Unhand me, Satoru!" she demanded, her voice sharp with authority. But there was a tremor in it, a crack that betrayed the fear beneath her icy exterior.

Gojo didn’t respond, his face a mask of chilling calm. He began dragging her back through the house, his pace unrelenting. The attendants and guards who lined the corridors froze in terror as they saw their mistress being manhandled. A few, emboldened by duty or perhaps desperation, stepped forward, but they were met with an overwhelming wave of cursed energy that sent them staggering back, gasping for air. None dared to challenge him again.

He dragged her across the polished floors, her heels scraping against the wood, her struggles growing more frantic with every step. She continued to demand her release, her voice rising in pitch, but Gojo remained silent, his eyes focused ahead. He had only one goal in mind, and nothing would stand in his way.

Reaching her quarters, Gojo flung open the door and roughly tossed her onto the floor. She landed with a thud, her breath knocked from her lungs as she scrambled to regain her composure. Her hair, usually perfectly kept, was now disheveled, and her pristine kimono was wrinkled and askew.

"Satoru, stop this madness!" she pleaded, but her voice was now laced with fear.

Gojo ignored her, his gaze sweeping the room. He moved with a singular purpose, pulling open drawers and dumping their contents onto the floor without care. Jewelry clattered against the wood, papers scattered, and fabric spilled from the once-organized spaces. The room, once a symbol of her meticulous control, was now in shambles.

Finally, Gojo’s eyes landed on the wardrobe. He stalked toward it, throwing open the doors. Inside, behind layers of silk and embroidered garments, he found what he was looking for: a small, concealed safe. With a grunt, he tore it open, the metal bending and snapping under his raw strength. Inside, nestled among various items, was a dark bottle and a needle.

His mother’s eyes widened in terror as she realized what he had found. She tried to push herself away, her hands scrabbling against the floor as she begged, "Satoru, please... stop this... you don’t know what you’re doing!"

Gojo turned to her, the bottle and needle clutched in his hand. A dark, humorless laugh escaped his lips, the sound cold and devoid of the usual mirth that accompanied his laughter. "You think I don’t know what I’m doing?" He advanced on her, his voice low and menacing, "You think I don’t understand? It’s time you learned what it felt like. What it felt like to not be in control of your own mind. To not feel like anything was real."

He crouched down beside her, and she shrank back, her fear palpable, "Satoru, no... please... I’m your mother..."

His hand shot out, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her closer. She gasped, trying to pull away, but he held her fast, his grip unyielding. "You kept me like this," he hissed, his voice filled with venom, "Drugged, controlled, manipulated. Now it’s your turn."

Her eyes filled with tears, her body trembling as she tried to reason with him, "Did you... did you tell her?" Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with dread.

Gojo’s grin widened, a chilling expression that made her blood run cold. "Of course, she knows," he replied, his tone almost mocking, "You’re lucky I got here first. Maybe now, when Sarah gets here, it’ll be painless. But if it isn’t..." He trailed off, leaving the threat hanging in the air.

She began to sob, shaking her head in disbelief, her once powerful and commanding presence now reduced to a pitiful figure on the floor. Gojo just watched her, his eyes cold and distant, as if she were nothing more than a stranger. He injected the needle into the bottle, drawing the liquid into the syringe with meticulous care.

"You’ll stay here," he said, his voice devoid of emotion, "Just like you kept me. Until Sarah gets here. And then... we’ll see."

He moved toward her. The last sounds echoing in the room were her choked sobs and the faint click of the syringe filling with the drug that had once stolen his mind.

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The hallway was a blur of motion, blood splattering against the walls as Itadori and Hakari traded brutal blows. Their fists collided with sickening thuds, the sheer force behind each strike reverberating through the corridor. Itadori's eyes were wild with fury, his muscles taut as he launched himself at Hakari with a savage roar, his knuckles already bloodied.

"You killed him!" Itadori screamed, his voice raw with grief and rage. His fist connected with Hakari's jaw, sending a spray of blood across the floor. "You killed Megumi!" He roared.

Hakari stumbled back, but the twisted smile on his face never faltered. He spat blood onto the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before laughing darkly. "That bastard had it coming," he sneered, meeting Itadori's next punch with a brutal hook to the ribs.

Itadori grunted, the pain barely registering as he swung again, his mind a whirlwind of anger and sorrow. He couldn’t see anything but red; couldn’t think of anything but the image of Megumi lying lifeless, Hakari standing over him with that same twisted grin.

"You’re a monster!" Itadori bellowed, his voice cracking as he landed another blow, "He was your friend! He was one of us!"

"Friend?" Hakari spat the word out like a curse, blocking Itadori's next punch with his forearm before delivering a vicious uppercut that snapped Itadori’s head back, "Megumi was a Zen'in! He was never one of ours!"

Their fight escalated, becoming more vicious with each passing second. The walls shook from the impact of their bodies slamming into them, the floor slick with their blood. Neither showed any signs of stopping, their hatred for each other fueling their every move.

Suddenly, Yaga stormed out from the adjoining room, his expression twisted with fury. "That’s enough!" he roared, his voice booming down the corridor, "Get it together, both of you!"

But the two young men ignored him, too consumed by their brawl to heed his command. Yaga's eyes narrowed in anger as he watched them continue to tear into each other, their rage blinding them to anything else.

"Knock it off, now!" Yaga bellowed again, but when it became clear that neither Itadori nor Hakari was going to stop, he snapped his fingers, summoning Panda and Inumaki. "Panda, Inumaki, separate them!"

Panda lumbered into the fray, his massive form grabbing hold of Itadori and pulling him back with surprising gentleness despite the power in his grip. Itadori struggled against him, still trying to reach Hakari, but Panda held firm, his face grim.

"Inumaki!" Yaga shouted, gesturing toward Hakari, but Inumaki hesitated. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked at Hakari, who was breathing heavily, blood dripping from his mouth but with that same chilling smile still in place. Inumaki froze, paralyzed by the aura of violence radiating from Hakari.

Hakari’s eyes locked onto Inumaki’s, and he chuckled darkly, his voice low and mocking. "What’s the matter, Inumaki? Afraid? None of you have the balls to do what needed to be done. None of you!"

Yaga’s expression darkened as he realized the full extent of Hakari’s meaning. "What are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice tight with dread.

Hakari’s smile widened, his laughter echoing off the walls, filled with a manic glee. "I killed them!" he declared, his voice triumphant, "I killed Toji, and I killed Megumi. I did what none of you had the guts to do!"

Yaga stared at him in shock, his heart sinking as the implications of Hakari's confession settled over him like a suffocating weight. His eyes narrowed, and he quickly summoned his cursed dolls, the small figures springing to life and latching onto Hakari’s arms and legs, restraining him as they dragged him toward the basement.

Hakari laughed all the way, a mad, broken sound that sent chills down the spines of everyone present. "You think this will stop me? You think you can punish me? I did what had to be done!"

Yaga’s face was a mask of resolve, but there was a deep sadness in his eyes as he turned to Panda. "Take him to the basement," he ordered, his voice heavy with sorrow, "Tell Fade to punish him."

At the mention of Fade, Hakari’s laughter cut off abruptly. His eyes went wide with fear, and for the first time, his bravado crumbled. "No... no, please!" he begged, his voice trembling, "Yaga, please, I’m sorry! Don’t send me to Fade!"

But Yaga ignored his pleas, his heart hardened by the betrayal of one of his own. He turned away as Panda began to drag Hakari down the hallway, the young man’s terrified cries echoing behind them.

Panda muttered a quiet apology as he pulled Hakari along, his own heart heavy with the knowledge of what was to come. But there was no stopping now, no turning back. Justice, as cruel as it might be, had to be served. And as Hakari's frantic pleas faded into the distance, the hall fell silent once more, the echoes of the brutal fight lingering like ghosts in the air.

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Sarah stood before the mirror, pulling the tight fabric of her athletic shirt over her torso. The material clung to her form, accentuating her strength and the curves of her toned muscles, but hung oddly loose over the skeletal arm that had not yet fully recovered. She chuckled softly at the sight, her reflection revealing a woman who had been through hell but was still standing, still fighting. Her eyes, though, were a storm of emotions—determination, pain, and an unyielding resolve that burned within.

She brushed her hand over the odd looseness in the sleeve, the cold steel-like feeling of the skeletal arm beneath her fingertips a stark reminder of the battles she had fought and those that were still to come.

The door behind her creaked open softly, and Rin stepped into the room with a quiet grace. Sarah caught her reflection in the mirror before she fully turned, taking in the subtle concern etched into Rin’s usually calm features.

"Where are you going?" Rin asked softly, her voice laced with the kind of care that only someone who has seen too much suffering can offer.

Sarah glanced over her shoulder, her expression impassive as she met Rin’s eyes. For a moment, she said nothing, letting the silence stretch between them. The weight of her decision hung heavy in the air, unspoken but understood.

Rin nodded slightly, her gaze dropping to the floor before she spoke again. "Most of the girls are going to take up Yaga's offer," she said quietly, referring to the offer of sanctuary Yaga had extended to those who wanted to leave the chaos and violence behind. "It’s safer there, away from all this," she said, gesturing loosely towards the room.

Sarah’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile. "I’m really glad they’ll be safe," she said quietly, the words sincere but the look in her eyes bittersweet.

The tone of her words wasn’t lost on Rin. She could sense the emotional distance in Sarah’s voice, the resolve that was both admirable and heartbreaking. There was something in Sarah’s posture, in the way she held herself, that told Rin this was a goodbye—a real one, not just the temporary farewells they had grown accustomed to in their line of work.

"Where are you going, Sarah?" Rin asked again, this time with a hint of pleading in her voice. She knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from Sarah’s own lips, needed to understand the depth of her resolve.

Sarah turned fully now, facing Rin with a calm, almost serene expression that belied the storm raging inside her. "I’m going to get my revenge," she said simply, her voice steady, devoid of hesitation or doubt.

Rin’s face softened with a mixture of sadness and understanding. "You know it won’t make you feel any better," she whispered, her eyes searching Sarah’s for any sign of hesitation, any flicker of doubt that might give her a reason to persuade her otherwise.

A brief, almost imperceptible sigh escaped Sarah’s lips. "I don’t care if it makes me feel better," she replied, her voice hardening, "All that matters is that it gets done."

Rin closed her eyes briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the pain and loss they had both endured. She knew that nothing she could say would change Sarah’s mind, that the path her friend was about to walk was one she had chosen long ago.

"You’re always welcome to come back if you want to," Rin offered softly, knowing full well what Sarah’s response would be but needing to say it nonetheless.

A small, sad smile tugged at Sarah’s lips as she stepped closer to Rin, resting a hand on her shoulder. "We both know that once I do this," she said, her voice carrying the weight of finality, "there will be no coming back."

Rin nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she accepted the truth of Sarah’s words. She placed her hand over Sarah’s, giving it a gentle squeeze, a silent show of support and understanding.

"Then go," Rin whispered, her voice breaking slightly, "Do what you need to do and make sure not a single one of them gets away."

Sarah’s smile remained, a mix of gratitude and sorrow as she pulled her hand away. She turned back to the mirror one last time, taking in her own reflection, the warrior she had become, before turning toward the door. There was no more hesitation, no more doubt. She had a mission, a purpose that consumed her entirely.

As she stepped out of the room, leaving Rin behind, she knew there was no turning back. The road ahead was dark, filled with blood and vengeance, but it was hers to walk.

And she would walk it alone.

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[keouil]

ask the world without us

“we could do it you know,” shoko says quietly. “just stay here and grow old.” 3k. gojo/shoko. angst. also on ao3.

i. finally, i can admit: i dream of care that has nothing to do with survival.

Shoko gets fourty eight hours with him.

She tried, really she did, hasn’t begged for anything as much in her life that even Ijichi looked a little uncomfortable at her open desperation. Please, she pleaded, I can’t I can’t I can’t. Even the static from the flimsy internet connection wasn’t able to drown out the slight hitch in her voice towards the end, the nervous glint in her eyes as she stared straight down at Yaga; trying to channel some of that fondness he knew he reserved for her. He did waver a little, then, a small shred of hope slithering its way through her when she saw him do a double-take, assessing the request again, eyes flickering briefly to the higher-ups peering over his back. 

Only someone—one of Gakuganji’s grandsons, Utahime tells her later—coughs very pointedly. Yaga turned to her then, his own brand of pleading projecting its way through her laptop screen wordlessly.

Shoko was running out of options. “S-sensei,” she manages to rasp, weakly, voice almost going out from weeks of misuse in her isolation. “Sensei, please. My condition—”

“It doesn’t matter,” Yaga cuts her off, as gently as he could. From their side of Tokyo she could see the lights flickering and more voices in the background growing agitated. Even the connection was starting to taper off. “He asked for you, Shoko. Just you.” 

Shoko considers this. “He’ll be safer there.”

“It’s okay, Ieiri-san,” Ijichi manages to inch his way to the screen, half his face showing. “He’s still good to travel as far as our on-site physicians have decided. We should be able to get him to you by tomorrow morning.”

Shoko is still breathing unevenly, trying to get her nerves under control. She’s thankful only the top half of her face was showing, otherwise the tremors wracking through her hands and shoulders are the easiest tell they’d know just how far she’d withered since they exiled her. Consecutively maxing out your cursed energy for days on end without giving your body a chance to gain back its reserves will do that to you. It’s half the reason she was forced to go under hiding to recuperate in the first place. 

“I can’t be responsible—”

Yaga is quick to end that line of thought as soon as it came. “You’re willed in, Shoko,” he says, making a point to look at her directly when he said so. “So like I said, it doesn’t matter. He bound it with cursed energy to make sure his will is going to be executed either way.”

Shoko counts to three in her head. “I was his witness,” she manages to get out evenly, trying for logic. “Won’t that—I don’t know—complicate things?”

“No,” Yaga shakes his head, knowing where she was going. “Otherwise any of our healers here would have been able to start working on him as soon as he got unsealed.”

Shoko blinks at the screen, stuck.

She doesn’t think anyone was getting the gravity of what they were really asking of her: that Gojo, so sure his end would be as brutal as it would be, willed her into his will to make sure she’d be the last point of contact before he was cleared for battle. She had said yes when he asked then, forever ago when Megumi was just shy of finishing grade school and Gojo was starting to take guardianship seriously, after hours at their favourite izakaya: Oi, he said, You don’t mind being my last healer right? Kinda like a last-ditch effort to save me or something? She just scoffed at him, high on the victory of saving her first transfigured human that day and feeling like she could take on the world. Ha! she said. Do your worst.

No one ever counted on her starting to develop permanent nerve damage in her hands from excessive cursed energy usage at 28. Twenty-eight. For a doctor, this is career suicide. For an RCT user, she might as well have let her patients bleed out on her operating table.

“He asked for you at death’s door,” Yaga brings her back, a note of finality in his voice. “The least you can do is grant a man his dying wish.”

-

Ijichi is the one to drop him off the next morning. 

No sooner than the car rolls in by the empty parking garage in one of their abandoned safety houses, the passenger door shoots open in a loud clang and she hears footsteps thundering their way across the stone path.

Shoko rushes out the door no sooner.

A flash of white hair and blue eyes. He’s alive, he’s alive, he’s alive.

“Gojo,” Shoko calls out, putting a hand out to stop him. “I can’t save you.”

Only whatever she was expecting to see after weeks of no contact with anyone—least of all Gojo—it wasn’t this.

Twenty days might as well have been twenty years, all the good time graced Gojo with in concealment, and good it did: he was taller, leaner, bulkier somehow. The already wide span of his shoulders tapered out narrowly at the waist, giving the impression he’d just come back from a weightlifting competition and not proverbial hell. His hair was slightly longer at the edges, wilder. Even the set of his jaw morphed into something more mature looking, like an early glimpse into how he’d grow into his 30s if he ever made it. Even his uniform changed. This war had weathered them all somehow, but Gojo annoyingly took the best parts of it.

“What the fuck,” is all she can say, disoriented and feeling like his 18-year-old verbal sparring partner again. “Have you been working out?”

The tension in the air immediately evaporates. Gojo, who halted midstep as soon as he heard her voice, breaks off the stunned expression on his face into something more familiar, warmer; the corners of his mouth tugging up in amusement. Shoko feels a screw in her soul unbound a little at seeing it again.

Gojo takes the last few steps to her slowly, almost a little hesitantly. He stops just a foot away, still sporting the same shit-eating grin. “Miss me?” 

“No, you idiot,” Shoko punches his shoulder. He doesn’t even budge. “Annoyed is more like it. You willed me in?”

Gojo shrugs casually, the folds of his white yukata moving along like silk against his frame. “Had to make sure you’d agree somehow.”

“You couldn’t have asked like a normal person?” Shoko glares up at him, annoyed. “I’m one of five on your medical team. You didn’t think I’d check on you either way?”

“Would you have?” Gojo puts his arms on her shoulders, guiding them back inside the house. He looked back briefly to give Ijichi a thumbs up. “You wouldn’t have pawned off my potential life-altering treatment plan to the first four?”

“I can’t save you,” Shoko repeats, trying to glance at him from her shoulder.

“So you’ve said,” Gojo hums, assessing the rest of the house. “How long have you been here?”

Shoko looks dicey at the question, moves out from under him to place more distance between them again. “I don’t know,” she mumbles. “Three weeks, give or take.”

Gojo raises a brow at the timing. “Same time I was sealed?”

Shoko just shrugs, still looking anywhere but at him.  

Gojo was given the footnotes on everything that’s happened since he was sealed, despite Yaga initially worrying he’d be overwhelmed with the information. There are harder pills to swallow that he still feels lodged against his throat—Sukuna and Megumi, Nanami and Nobara—that he can’t look straight at for too long otherwise the ground would start crumbling, and hasn’t he failed everyone enough that he needs to pick it up back again? Some other inconveniences: the Zen’in being their usual entitled and narcissistic selves, Maki and Mai, and Yuuta; all very important and crushing and apocalypse-inducing. Yaga finished the spiel slightly winded and breathless, the tone of the room expectant. 

But Gojo had only been half-listening, making a mental list of everything he’d wanted to know about as soon as he got out. When he meets Yaga’s eyes and it’s made clear he was done and there was no more to follow, and he was simply waiting for Gojo to digest; Gojo does anything but. 

Because, because—

“And Shoko?” he summoned enough bravery to ask, giving himself a five-second lead to brace himself for whatever answer he’d get. “How is she?”

Yaga looked relieved at the question, if not a little confused. “Fine,” he manages to say, but there’s distance to it, something to prod against. “She can’t do RCT right now, but otherwise she’s fine. We’re keeping her in an undisclosed location until further notice.”

This had disoriented Gojo more than anything. “What do you mean?”

Yaga seemed to have been internally calculating just how much he wanted to reveal, but one look from Gojo was all it took to realize he was going to walk away with all the answers even if it meant prying it out from him. Gojo was already a stickler for not following enough rules, but where some people were concerned, law didn't even exist altogether.

“The day you got sealed,” Yaga explained carefully, wrily. “She was cornered in Shinjuku. Mahito’s creatures were gaining on her so she had to convert most of them on the spot, used up a little too much of her energy at once and was unconscious for a week after. RCT is fickle, as you know.”

“Transfigured humans?” Gojo asked, confused. “But that’s her specialty.”

Yaga only shrugged, letting loose some of the tension in his shoulders at having someone to finally volley his concerns with. Gojo remembered then, how little of a circle they were running at that point; how really, at the end of the day, what little survived of them.

“Everyone has a breaking point," he surmised darkly. "Things got less stable when you were declared sealed."

And as Gojo stares on, at Shoko so obviously down a few sizes and an uneasy gait to her normally calm demeanor, and sees then: how the war has eaten her too.

-

It takes Shoko three tries to click the penlight on, and only after Gojo gently guides her hand steady, for her to start peering into his eyes.

“Sorry,” she says after a while, prodding at his eyelids. “It’s been a while.”

Gojo just hums, still holding onto her elbow. “Take your time.”

He can almost see the exact moment Shoko slips into that clinician role, feel the then unsure lines of her shoulders morph into its usual rigidness as duty that’s been bound into muscle memory takes hold. It’s still there, Gojo thinks, that knee-jerk reaction to save. Peering up into her face, he sees her features sharpen into that tell-tale precision of assessing and monitoring and documenting. A knife to a hilt. He wonders briefly if she needs this more than he did.

“Oi,” Gojo breaks the silence, if anything out of boredom. “You should tell Yaga if you’re running out of food here.”

Shoko manages to scribble down a few notes on his patient file before glancing back down at him. “Sorry, what?”

Gojo squeezes the flesh on her elbow. “Food. Here. If you’re running low, I’m sure he won’t mind sending someone over to replenish your supplies. We could be feasting here right now!”

For a moment, Shoko just looks confused. She still has one arm hovering just a few inches from his face, and he’s trying hard not to think too much about how less than an hour into his check-up, he can already feel the muscles in her arm trembling just so. She could usually last hours and days and even weeks; but maybe, he thinks, noting how his fingers can engulf her bony hand so easily, that maybe that was the problem. That she ever had to.

“What do you mean?” Shoko puts down the penlight, gesturing to the pantry by the hallway. “This is a safehouse. This will always have enough food for an army.”

Gojo traces her line of vision to a small door just outside the kitchen, slightly ajar and obviously bursting with so much food he doesn’t know how he didn’t notice in the first place. He zeroed in on how flimsy Shoko’s sweater engulfed her and how papery her hand felt in his and that was it.

“So then what is it?” he asks instead, facing up at her. Why are you letting your body break down? 

“What is what?” Shoko’s brows furrow even more. “Listen, are you hungry? Cause I can—”

Gojo stands up abruptly, waving her off. He can feel her growing agitated and the tell-tale need to slip into that savior complex again. “No, sorry,” he says. “Forget I asked.”

Shoko was still looking at him weirdly. A little guarded. Her body was the first to go after Getou, hadn’t it? Gojo was too drunk in his grief to do anything about it then; but hadn’t hell himself spat him back out this time around? He’d been searching for the reason all this time, not exactly knowing why. 

But maybe:

“Anything else you need from me?” Gojo turns to look at her, trying to force a casual smile. “Blood? Saliva? A lock of my hair for cloning purposes?”

The guarded look on Shoko’s face doesn’t let up completely so, but her usual exasperation at his sarcasm at least still lives. 

“Lay down on your back,” Shoko tells him, arranging the living room couch into something of a makeshift bed. “We have to make sure your muscles aren’t atrophying.”

-

ii. you can put your strength down.  i'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. you don't need to say anything.

-

After, when the tests have been done and samples have been taken and Gojo has managed to coax at least one smile out of her and Shoko has stopped threatening him with bodily violence every half hour, they’re in the kitchen finishing the last few bites of their dinner in silence. Gojo cut up the ingredients, Shoko cooked, and somehow they managed not to burn the entire house down. A second pot of tea was brewing in the kettle and they hear the goisagi make their nightly rounds of lullabies in the forest, this side of the world moonlit and calm and peaceful. Uneaten. 

Shoko, surprisingly, breaks the silence first. 

“Were you scared?”

Gojo moves around his hands to get warmer in the mug. “Yes.” 

Shoko hums in agreement, looking past the open window. “More than Okinawa?”

Gojo considers this a moment, staring down at the tea leaves in the mug. Strands of hibiscus floating merrily around a muddy stream of water. “No,” he finally lands on, leaning back into his chair. “Okinawa was scarier.”

“Okinawa was really scary,” Shoko pats his shoulder gently. “Sorry.”

Gojo just shrugs, picking up her feet to place on his lap. He starts idly massaging them before asking, “How about you? Were you scared?”

Shoko looks at the way his long fingers knead through her Achilles heel for a few seconds. “No, not really.”

“Liar,” Gojo teases. 

“Between the two of us,” Shoko points out. “Who is it that refuses to watch horror movies alone?”

“Anyone who can watch any horror movie alone is a psychopath,” Gojo huffs, pinching and releasing her toes. “You have to be truly messed up in the head to enjoy that kind of torture.”

“Are you saying Megumi is psychotic?” Shoko muses, reclining further back into her chair no more a few inches from his. The side of her shoulder touching his body so. 

“Well,” Gojo turns, smiling fondly. “He grew up under my roof didn’t he?”

Shoko returns the smile slightly. “I think he grew up okay all things considered.”

The smile on Gojo’s face falls a little. “Listen,” he starts. “Speaking of Megumi—”

He can feel Shoko’s legs tense up from his hold right away. “No,” she says, urgently, meaning to draw her knees back. “I’m sorry, Gojo, but—”

“Okay, alright, sorry,” Gojo is quick to amend, gently disentangling her arms from under her knees and guiding them back down his lap again. “Another day then.”

Shoko still looks torn. “Why me?” she asks, a little breathless, a little desperate. “Why not Yaga?”

“Megumi trusts you,” Gojo supplies matter-of-factly.

“He doesn’t know what trust is,” Shoko parrots right back.

Gojo laughs, an airy thing. “True,” he relents. “Think we should have sent him to therapy instead of a jujutsu highschool?”

But Shoko doesn’t bite. He can still feel her eyes drinking him in, assessing and tracking and documenting, dissecting his words with that knife-like precision. Megumi was always a touchy subject, and he knows Shoko never knew what kind of role to slip into his life when he gained legal guardianship: big sister? teacher? doctor?

Instead she settled on, like she always did, simply with: “I’ll take care of him.”

Gojo meets her eyes and sees some of that indecisiveness thaw, and knows how monumental a step it is, her acknowledging there will be an after after this where she’ll have to take care of him. An after after this where maybe he can’t anymore. In case something happens. In case he’ll be in a situation where something could happen. He’s at death’s door now, isn’t he? And hadn’t he heard Yaga say something about granting men their dying wish?

“Thank you, Shoko.”

-

“So were you ever going to tell me?”

It’s the second day of his comprehensive medical check-up, and Shoko currently has both her hands guiding his bicep to do a rotation and keeping an eye on the muscle movement there. He’d already been cleared by a physical therapist for field combat, but apparently that bit of information didn’t make it’s way over their side of the world. Gojo has changed into sweats, but somehow, somehow; the chill of her fingers douses him in kerosene. 

“What?” asks Shoko distractedly, eyes tracking the line of his shoulder. 

“Your hands,” Gojo looks down at the tiny fingers holding unto his upper arm. He can feel them gripping harder than usual to offset the tremors, almost unconsciously. “How permanent are we talking here?”

Shoko immediately withdraws contact, bunching her fists together as she hides them behind his patient file. 

“I told you as soon as you got here,” Shoko wrings out of her, with some effort to look him in the eye. “I can’t save you. And like I keep telling you, if you’re this worried about it, then any of the hundred doctors in Tokyo can easily do this without shaking.”

 Gojo tries to level with her. “None of them are in my will.”

He thinks he can hear her swear under her breath something like this fucking will, before righting herself. “Just—” she says, already slipping into a savior, stepping closer to him again. “Just leave it, Gojo. It’s fine. I’m not the one being examined for a physical.”

Gojo eyes her still. “But it’s not like you’re retiring or anything?” he asks. “Right?”

Shoko doesn’t answer, just starts probing his arm again.

Gojo swivels to look at her properly, trying to catch her eye. “Right.” 

“Oh, I don’t know, Gojo,” Shoko surrenders, exasperated. “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Staying out of the danger zone isn’t so bad as I’ve come to realize these past few weeks. Less blood on your hands, less guilt to throw up your lunch over.”

“But..” Gojo shakes his head, confused. “But you’re a healer. An RCT user. A jujutsu sorcerer.”

“All the good that does,” Shoko almost hisses at him, a small layer of shine pooling at the corner of her eyes. She seemed so papery, then. “When you have about a hundred teenagers in your clinic all bleeding to death but you only have 2 hands to work with. All the good that does: when you’re called in the middle of all this only to be told your last friend from highschool just got sealed into an impenetrable fortress and no one can get him out and it’s likely he’ll never get out.”

Gojo is stunned out of replying. 

Shoko was the best at compartmentalizing out of all of them. And for her to unravel all of this so openly, so desperately—

“I’m sorry,” he says, reaching out to grab one of her hands and trying not to wince at how hard the tremors have gotten since her spiel. “I’m sorry,” he repeats, massaging her tremors. “I’m sorry,” he says, quieter this time, coming up to hold her shuddering form against him and feel her just fall apart right then and there.

Gojo was right. Shoko needed this more than he did. 

-

iii. i will fold the clean clothes. i will wash the dishes. i will never again dream of having the whole world.

-

The morning he’s scheduled to leave, they take their breakfast out to the small rock garden by the backyard and bask in the early morning warmth. Little sakura petals grace the tatami, flowing with every step of their foot on the mat and following them all the way to the floorboard as they settle themselves just outside the sliding door.

Gojo is the first to break the silence this time.

“Megumi. College. Thoughts?”

Shoko swallows an edamame before replying. “Non-issue,” she says. “He’s going.”

"Maa," Gojo hums his agreement. “Exactly what I thought.”

The sprawling forest in Mt. Kobo is unusually chipper this morning, birds filtering about with the sky so open and blue. Even the wind feels a little cleaner, less heavier to lug around. Gojo leans back on his palms, breathing in as much as can and closing his eyes to let the sunlight filter in through his eyelids.

“We could do it you know,” Shoko says quietly. “Just stay here and grow old.”

When he doesn’t reply right away, he can feel her placing a hand on top of his. Then a voice, soft like liquid silk: “You’ve given enough, Gojo.”

And there it is, as still as a riverpond in the summer, the ghost of a smile on his face. 

“Just a little more, Shoko,” he says. “I promise.”

Shoko withdraws her hand hesitantly. 

Gojo cracks one eye open to peer down at her. “You wanna do it here then?”

“Why not?” Shoko shrugs. “The forest has clean water. We’ll never run out of logs for when it gets cold at night. If we run out of food, we can always catch fish.”

“No can do,” Gojo closes his eyes again, waving her off. “I enjoy meat too much.”

Shoko laughs, a little bell of a sound. “You’ll live.”

Gojo opens both eyes to find her looking up at the sky, a little more unmoored now, less set in the apocalypse she just braved through; now with just the same sheen of oceanwater sky mirrored back into her eyes. So clean, so light, so uneaten. 

“I’ll try my best,” Gojo tells her. 

Shoko turns to face him slowly. “You’ll—” she starts, unsure. “You’ll be okay after this? Out there?”

Gojo feels the wind lap against his skin and sees a single sakura petal weave it's way into Shoko's hair as he smiles down at her.

“I’m okay here now.”

[k-martins]

Seventh episode aired, jujutsu nation! This is where Shibuya really starts!

_ To begin with, I really liked how they did the battle of Kokichi X Mahito. The movements and angles are much better than the first season. The neons from those laser beams were really cool too (reminds me of the shooting stars scene from Howl's Moving Castle).

_ My favorite scene from this fight was seeing Mahito changing his form to that of different animals while running away from Mechamaru, how fluid and natural it looked. Seeing him as a rabbit reminded me of what we're about to see in the anime with regards to Yuji. A really fun scene :D (Also nice to know GG agrees with me lol)

_ With this fight, I realized that there is a pattern in how GG conducts his fights. It builds a sense of assured victory over one side before a twist comes in and brutally destroys. In the first season we saw that special grade cursed spirit overcome Itadori before Sukuna appeared. We later saw a kindred spirit mistreat Megumi before he opened a Domain expansion. With Hanami it was the same. Now, in Shibuya, we will see Satoru very close to defeating the spirits before Kenjaku appears and defeats him. The same with Mahito X Itadori. Even the Yoruzo X Sukuna battle was like that from what I remember. Now, Kokichi thought he had beaten Mahito and was so confident that he could face Kenjaku, then die. This is just an observation, but given the current arc of the manga, I don't doubt that GG will follow the same pattern.

_ One sentence: THIS IS NOT MY SUGURU!!!!!!

_ Miwa is too adorable for this world! I feel like she is our Itadori in Kyoto. It's so sad to know that Kokichi just wanted to stay close to his friends and colleagues, live a normal life, and in the end end up dying. And her death was so brutal and sad… My throat choked when I saw that snippet of Miwa and Mechamaru and her so excited to visit him. The world did not deserve their love.

_ AHHH, SHIBUYA HAS ARRIVED!!!!! I loved that we have a female narrator. I don't know if they're going to keep it in my language or if it's going to be Ijichi narrating again, so we'll see. But I quite liked it. The extended scenes are also excellent! _ An addendum: These extras that appeared are very beautiful, haha! I even found one dressed as Mahito and another as Ghostface. GG always inserting pop figures in his works, kskkskks (next week I want to see Gojo stomping on these people's heads like the idiot he is)

_ The teams are finally formed. I particularly like Ino, Megumi and Nanamin's relationship. I felt high vibes from a parent with their two cubs, with Ino being older and showing off for Megumi. Oh, and Nanami saying that Megumi is talented was sweet (it reminded me of this fanfic here, which is an emotional weight more than the canon proposes).

_ The Zenin + Nobara team is not bad either. I know Naobito is a little shit, but I can't hate him after knowing that his favorite pastime is watching anime. And he looks really good twirling his sharp mustache. I'm excited to see how they adapt his ability, as it's literally taking frames. (Ah, I devoured that scene Nobamaki, Mappa, I can even forgive them for what they will do)

_ GOJO SATORU IS IN SHIBUYA!!!!!!! As far as I know the next episode will adapt his fight with the curses and Itadori X Grasshopper, so we'll probably have "Yo! Satoru" at the end as an impactful closing. I'm looking forward to seeing someone calling Yuji smart! He deserves it after an entire season of being declared "dumb."

Well, next week we won't have a manga chapter, which makes me worried. If I'm right and chapter 8 ends with Kenjaku appearing, Gojo's sealing will be in chapter 9. By the evil mind of GG, he's probably up to something with this. Perhaps Sukuna delivering one last, fatal blow to Satoru? Maybe Kenjaku showing up? I can't say, but it worries me…

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@eternalera / @eternalwritess : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Gojo Satoru

How you met -> Jujutsu High, of course. Given Gojo’s upbringing and training, he didn’t really have much of a chance to interact with peers around his age on a regular basis, didn’t have much of a chance to actually forge strong bonds with anyone. Maybe you entered Jujutsu High the same year as him, maybe you were a year below him and therefore classmates with Nanami and Haibara. Either way, it’s not like there are many students - the two of you frequently crossed paths on campus, worked on training drills together, and even went on a few missions as partners. The very first time you two met wasn’t anything exciting; introduced to each other by Yaga before he sends you off to practice sparring.

Confession -> The pining went on for ages before one of you did something about it. Gojo developed a crush on you at some point during your years as students, but he refused to admit it to himself. He kept telling himself that a romantic relationship with him, given the expectations on his shoulders and the life of a jujutsu sorcerer in general, was destined to end in heartbreak. But Gojo can only deny his feelings for so long. The closer the two of you got, the more you saw of him, witnessing his highs and lows, the harder it was for him to keep pretending like he didn’t have feelings for you. He confessed first, while the two of you were walking home from a mission together that hadn’t been particularly difficult. It was sudden, but it felt right.

First date -> The first date happens not long after he confesses, and it was simple, in a good way. It wasn’t anything super extravagant, an outing to a café you both have been wanting to try so you can get your coffee fix and he can indulge his sweet tooth. Gojo certainly has the means and the mindset to plan the most lavish of dates, going all out because money is no issue and he has some pretty romantic ideas up in that head of his, but for the first date it was something more casual. Something relaxed, lowkey, and calm - a date that wouldn’t put too much pressure on either of you as you begin to explore this new dynamic between you two.

What others think of your relationship -> Geto wasn’t around when you and Gojo finally got together, but he knew about his friend’s raging crush on you. He definitely told Gojo to just stop messing around and ask you out, even though Gojo kept denying that he saw you that way. Shoko doesn’t have any strong opinions on you two being together, though she’s happy that you have each other. You have a sweet relationship, but she can’t help but feel that it could be really tough on you emotionally in the long run. Megumi might roll his eyes when you two get all sappy and cheesy, but he actually thinks you bring out the best in each other. Even if you two do gang up on him and pester him.

Relationship tropes -> Friends to lovers, mutual pining, high school sweethearts, idiots in love, partners in crime, possibly workplace romance (jujutsu high teachers).

-> [ Gojo will easily pull out that more energetic, chaotic side of you. ] You match his energy very well while also providing just a bit of needed balance so he doesn’t go too wild or become too obnoxious. But really, his playfulness is just so infectious and it’s hard not to indulge in it with him. Sure, will he ultimately land the two of you into a bit of trouble? Yes, but you went right along with it, so you have no choice but to share the blame. This is less the case as the two of you got older, but it was a frequent issue when you two were still in school together.

-> [ Though he tends to be prone to acting on his emotions, he has become very level-headed over the years. ] Gojo can be dispassionately logical when it matters, mostly in the middle of a battle where he actually needs to be mindful of his sheer offensive capabilities. But it can benefit him in his relationship with you, as well. It allows him to keep a realistic, mature attitude when you lose your temper, whether you start to lash out at everyone and everything or lean into apathy without a care for yourself. He will give you any space you need to process your emotions, but will check in on you here and there. And if you cross the line with your anger, he has no qualms about calmly letting you know.

-> [ The two of you are high achievers. ] Both of you are naturally quick learners, being able to understand and figure things out without much effort at all. Thankfully, though, both of you are able to recognize this strength and still put the effort into mastering skills or broadening your knowledge despite how easily things come to you. Then again, neither of you are completely infallible, and there are skills or concepts that you can’t seem to figure out. Chances are that you’re each going to push and encourage the other when one of you comes up on a roadblock like that.

-> [ If you’ve got time, he’d love it if you could help train Megumi since your cursed technique is similar to the younger boy’s. ] It’s a powerful and versatile cursed technique, and Gojo couldn’t think of a better mentor for this kid. It’s clear that you have a good handle on your technique and you’re able to figure out creative ways to use it when needed. You’re laid back, as well as able to be straightforward and offer constructive criticism without being too harsh - it helps that Megumi is a diligent and serious student anyway. You probably don’t envy Megumi having to train and get used to several shikigami, though; you’re content with your ever-capable Risako.

-> [ Gojo doesn’t get much sleep most nights; the two of you definitely share some late nights together. ] There are definitely a few nights where you each do your own thing; with Gojo working on his lesson and meeting plans, and you focusing on enjoying your free time and personal projects. It’s a nice, relaxed way to spend the evenings with each other. But there are quite a few nights where you two really indulge in each other’s company, catching up if you haven’t seen each other in a while, putting on a show or movie you’ve seen before in the background that you two are only half paying attention to.

-> [ Quality time is ultimately a priority for both of you. ] It’s obvious that Gojo is very busy with his work as the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and a teacher who’s training the next generation of sorcerers; you knew even before you started dating that time together would be precious. He is well aware how important quality time is to you, and he values this time with you just as much. Genuinely does not care if you monopolize his free time - he’d rather spend it with you than listlessly wander around or scroll on his phone. He doesn’t have a ton of hobbies in his own time, but he’s happy to do almost anything if it’s by your side.

-> [ You not liking physical touch is just fine with him, even if he has his moments where he’s very touchy-feely. ] He’s kind of ambivalent on physical affection as a whole, honestly. On the one hand, he does enjoy it quite a bit - on the other, he has his Limitless cursed technique active most of the time which hinders him from indulging in constant physical affection. The occasional hug or cuddle session is perfectly fine with him. Definitely quick to pick up on the fact that you enjoy heat pats, and he’ll lovingly ruffle your hair whenever you two pass each other during the day.

-> [ Baking dates! ] Although you may or may not end up kicking him out of the kitchen, depending if he gets on your nerves or not. Gojo can be an absolute nuisance, pestering you as you try to get proper measurements or get something properly mixed up. He’s just antsy for the final product, honestly. You can get a bit of reprieve if you’re able to get him started on another task, but it’s not long before he’s done and back at your side. Even if he elicits frequent eye-rolls out of you, baking with him can absolutely be fun - so long as you don’t mind a bit of mess. And if you make something that is too sweet for your tastes, you can leave it to Gojo.

-> [ Gojo gives your affectionate insults right back to you. ] His ego is big enough as it is and he frankly does not care much about what others think of him (though it’s always nice to be appreciated, you know?). But in other words - he’s not going to be offended in the slightest when you lovingly call him an idiot and his ideas stupid. The teasing affection in your tone is clear, and you bet he’s absolutely going to tease you back. He knows you don’t mean your insults, and he doesn’t hold any maliciousness when he teases you in return.

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The Final Incident

Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

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"Satoru?"

"Hm?"

"Are you busy?"

"Never too busy for you, kiddo." Gojo quickly stacked his papers into one neat-ish pile on the table. "What can I do you for?"

Megumi wrinkled his nose. "It's 'what can I do for you'."

"Right. My bad. What can I do for you, oh light of my darkness?"

Megumi looked even more disgusted, but evidently decided he was fighting a losing battle and moved on. "Miss Nakayama said I should read this to someone at home," he said, holding up a book. "Tsumiki was busy, so..."

"Aw, you should've come to me first! Is this what you’ve been making me sign your planner for?”

“Yeah. Tsumiki said it was illegal for her to sign it.”

Gojo laughed. “Does Tsumiki have to do everything around here?”

“Yes,” Megumi answered, expression serious.

Gojo immediately stopped laughing. “Ouch, Megs, that hurt. Alright then, what've you got for me?"

"The Bad Beginning."

"Ooh. Sounds promising."

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OR: more bonding, because we needed it.

"Satoru?"

"Hm?"

"Are you busy?"

"Never too busy for you, kiddo." Gojo quickly stacked his papers into one neat-ish pile on the table. "What can I do you for?"

Megumi wrinkled his nose. "It's 'what can I do for you'."

"Right. My bad. What can I do for you, oh light of my darkness?"

Megumi looked even more disgusted, but evidently decided he was fighting a losing battle and moved on. "Miss Nakayama said I should read this to someone at home," he said, holding up a book. "Tsumiki was busy, so..."

"Aw, you should've come to me first! Is this what you’ve been making me sign your planner for?”

“Yeah. Tsumiki said it was illegal for her to sign it.”

Gojo laughed. “Does Tsumiki have to do everything around here?”

“Yes,” Megumi answered, expression serious.

Gojo immediately stopped laughing. “Ouch, Megs, that hurt. Alright then, what've you got for me?"

"The Bad Beginning."

"Ooh. Sounds promising."

Megumi handed it to Gojo so he could scramble up onto the sofa; Gojo turned the book over curiously. “This is part of a series. Do things just keep getting worse?” Without waiting for an answer, he began inspecting the back cover closely. “Wait. A Series of Unfortunate Events? We had those when I was nine!”

“Yeesh, seriously? They must be ancient,” Megumi commented, hauling himself upright. He held his hand out. “Give it back, you might damage it.”

“It really is ancient,” Gojo agreed. “Back in the Dark Ages, when I was your age, it was the only book we had.”

“Actually?!”

“Actually.” Gojo nodded solemnly. “Every other book was too expensive for my poor, deprived, medieval school to afford, so we only had the works of Lemony Snicket.”

“Were they cheap, then?”

“Oh, no, they were very expensive. Just cheaper than everything else.”

Megumi stared at Gojo for a long time. Gojo did his best to maintain his poker face.

“You’re lying.”

“What? No I’m not.”

More staring. “…You only had this book?”

“And the rest of the series, though I think more have been written since.”

“You had the whole series?”

“Yep.”

“That can’t have been cheap.”

“I just said, we spent all our money on them.”

A long pause. Then: “You weren’t alive in the Dark Ages.”

“What makes you think that?”

“It was hundreds of years ago. You’re not that old.” Megumi grabbed Gojo’s face and inspected it. “How old are you? Fifty?”

“Nineteen!” Gojo cried, offended. Megumi raised an eyebrow. “Oh. I mean. Ninteen hundred,” he corrected, wincing a little at the weak fib.

“Yeah. You’re lying. You’ve probably never even read this book.”

“I was actually telling the truth about that bit! I’ve read the book. ….I think.”

“You think?”

“There’s only one way to find out. Read away, Gumi!”

Megumi scowled, but opened the book on the bookmarked page and started to read. Gojo tilted his head to the side to read along, trying not to overshadow the page while still being able to see the words. There was one major problem with being 6’3’’, and that’s that nine year olds hold things too far down for you to see them.

“How tall are you?” Gojo asked.

“You interrupted me to ask that?”

“Sorry, sorry. Answer the question, though.”

“I’m 4’7’’. Why?”

“You’re too short for me to see the book.”

“You don’t need to see the book, I’m reading it to you.”

“How do I know if you’re reading it right, though?”

“How would you know anyway? You can’t read.”

“Of course I can read! How do you think I was managing all that paperwork?”

“I don’t know. You could’ve just been pretending. Can I get back to reading now?”

“No.”

“What do you mean- hey!”

Gojo hoisted Megumi up, lifting him and setting him down between Gojo’s legs. Megumi wriggled in protest, but Gojo let him squirm until he was comfortable.

“That’s better. I can see it now.”

“If I have to sit here, at least let go of me,” Megumi huffed, attempting to peel Gojo’s arms off his sides. Gojo gave him a quick squeeze and let go.

“Alright. Start again.”

“What, from the beginning?”

“Nah, just from where you left off.”

Megumi sighed heavily and started reading again, pausing every so often to poke Gojo, just to make sure he was still listening.

When they reached chapter seven, Megumi announced that he’d finished reading all that his teacher asked him to, and could Gojo sign his planner now?

“’Could you sign my planner now, please’,” Gojo corrected. Megumi just rolled his eyes and thrust a yellow jotter at Gojo.

“Sign it.”

“Jeez, alright, alright, let me find a pen,” Gojo grumbled, tucking one arm back around Megumi’s waist to stop him standing up and leaving while Gojo searched for one of the many ballpoints that he could’ve sworn he’d had just a minute ago. “Going so soon, my Gumi? We still have things to do!”

“Like what?”

Gojo scrawled a loopy something-or-other on the bottom line of Megumi’s planner, complete with a smiley face, and threw it back onto the coffee table. “Things to do! Games to play! Calls to make – you’ve been ignoring Shoko, haven’t you?”

“She said I couldn’t drink coffee.”

“She’s right.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because, Megumi, you are too small. It would kill you.”

“Kill me?!”

“Kill you.”

“Like, murder me?”

“Murder you.”

Megumi thought about this. “….I think I should say sorry.”

“To Shoko?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“’Cos I nearly died.”

“And Shoko saved you! Isn’t that nice?”

“Much nicer than you,” Megumi agreed, which did sting a little bit, admittedly. Gojo pulled out his phone and brought up Shoko’s contact.

“Alright then, shall we call her now?”

“I thought we had things to do?”

“And one of them was apologise to Shoko!”

Megumi opened his mouth to argue, but Gojo ‘accidentally’ pressed call. “Oh, what do you know, it’s ringing. Guess we’d better say hi now, hadn’t we?”

“What do you want,” Shoko’s voice came through the phone.

“Hiiiii, Shoko!” Gojo chirped. “Megumi just wanted to talk to his favourite aunt in the world~”

“That’s a lie, he’s not talking to me anymore. I repeat, what do you want.”

“I actually wanted to say sorry,” Megumi volunteered.

Silence.

“Who are you and what have you done with my nephew?”

Megumi laughed. “It’s me! Satoru just said that I could’ve died from the coffee, so. Thank you for saving me.”

“He said you could’ve died?”

“Yeah?”

“…..Never get any older, kid. And please, please, never get any wiser.”

“O…kay…?”

“I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Will you? When?”

“I’m coming over next week when I get a break. Tell the idiot to buy the stuff I sent him.”

“Okay. Can we go to the zoo?”

“Yup, whatever you want. I gotta go now though, okay? Keep Gojo alive ‘til I get there.”

“I’ll try. Bye.”

“Bye,” Gojo chimed in, hanging up before Shoko could reply. His finger hovered over the block button.

Megumi smacked his hand. “Buy the stuff she sent you.”

“What do you think I am, rich?”

“Yeah. Can I leave now?”

“No.”

Megumi, still imprisoned by Gojo’s limbs, moved his teeth threateningly close to Gojo’s arm. Gojo raised an eyebrow, as if daring him.

“I’ll do it,” Megumi warned.

“Sure you wi- OW! What the fuck, Megumi?!”

As Gojo raised his arm to inspect the bite mark on his bicep, Megumi launched himself onto the floor and began to scramble out of the room.

“I’ll get you back for that!” Gojo called, touching the teeth indents gingerly.

All he got in reply as Megumi sprinted down the hallway was high-pitched, evil laughter.

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