#suguprincess

[wisecura]

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Suguru x fem-reader p.2

summary: You're Gojo's cute little sister.

AN:*ahem ahem* sis con *ahem ahem* (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

Warning: yandere behaviors oncoming please read at your own risk. Minors DNI this ain’t for ya

My little Sugu-princess

Being the little sister of The Satoru Gojo and a member of the prestigious Gojo clan was one thing.

Life in one of the great clans wasn’t as easy as it seemed. The expectations were towering, endless, and often suffocating. You weren’t necessarily weak—far from it—though you certainly didn’t measure up to your older brother.

Suffice it to say, you faced a significant amount of criticism from the elders and your family. It didn’t help that you and Satoru were so close in age—only two years apart—or that you bore such a striking resemblance to him, with your stark white hair and vivid blue eyes.

No—the family’s disappointment in the skill gap between you and your brother was painfully obvious, and they made no effort to hide it.

Their disapproval only made it easier for them to try and treat you as though you were lesser.

Keyword: tried.

Having ‘Toru as your big brother, however, was an entirely different experience.

From the moment his mother introduced you to him—the tiny, white-haired, blue-eyed baby swaddled in her arms—he was captivated. Utterly fascinated by the idea of being a big brother, even if he had no clue what that actually meant.

As the two of you grew older, it all clicked into place.

Satoru couldn’t get enough of you. His cute little sister, his perfect look alike. He never hesitated to shower you with attention, and he made no effort to hide his blatant favoritism.

Where others saw weakness or disappointment, Satoru saw someone precious. Someone who was his, and his alone.

You were largely harassed by your family and the clan members, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint when it all began. What you did know was that it was constant, relentless. You’d never forget the way the maids would shoot you nasty glares before scuttling off, or the way you were often harshly scolded for being “too loud” when wandering through the clan house.

And then there was your mother, whose gaze had once been so warm and soft, now replaced by cold indifference.

It was a loneliness you felt more deeply than you cared to admit.

Satoru, of course, picked up on the way you had started retreating into yourself. And he couldn’t stand it.

He began sticking to you like a second shadow, refusing to leave your side for long. Whether it was spending more time with you or dragging you along on one of his whims, he made it his mission to ensure you were never alone.

When that wasn’t enough, he didn’t hesitate to make his point with the elders, the family, or anyone else who dared to mistreat you. If protective was the word people used to describe him, it was an understatement.

But could you blame him?

How could he sit back and stay silent while his adorable little sister was harassed by a bunch of bitter old geezers—or worse, by the maids who should’ve known their place? Satoru wasn’t one to let things slide, not when it came to you.

And he was always there for you.

Always on your side, always finding a way to lessen that crushing loneliness. It was hard to feel bitter about your situation when you had him—your constant, your protector, your big brother who refused to let the world break you.

And deep down, you couldn’t say you didn’t know why they treated you the way they did. You were weaker than Satoru, much weaker. And to the clan, that would have been bad enough. But you had committed another, even graver sin in their eyes.

You had been born the wrong sex.

No—you didn’t come close to meeting their lofty standards—not by a long shot. And Satoru clung to you throughout your childhood, shielding you from most of the harsh words and even harsher punishments they hurled your way.

But as he grew older, Satoru began to understand his position more clearly—the privileges and power that came with being the sole heir of the Gojo clan. The strongest sorcerer in the world, blessed with both the Limitless Cursed Technique and the fabled Six Eyes.

And he was fed up.

That was how he found himself face-to-face with the current head of the clan, confronting the source of your undeserved bad reputation.

“Your responsibility? Ha! Don’t make me laugh,” Satoru sneered, his voice thick with venom. “You’ve done nothing but treat her like garbage since she was four. A bunch of hypocrites, every last one of you.”

The Clan Head’s brow furrowed, his attempt at authority wavering under the weight of Satoru’s words.

“Satoru, you’re being unreasonable. She needs to know her place in the clan—”

“Unreasonable?”

Resentment flared in his striking blue eyes, the intensity of his stare enough to freeze the room. His cursed energy seeped from every pore, enveloping the space in an oppressive, suffocating weight. The silence was deafening.

Satoru didn’t care. He wanted the old man to fear him. No, more than that—he needed him to feel the full brunt of his hatred, the loathing that burned in every fiber of his being.

“Me? Unreasonable?” His voice dropped, cold and cutting. He stepped forward, each word sharp as a blade. “Let me make this crystal clear: From now on, my sister will be under my care. None of you will approach her, scold her, teach her—anything.”

His gaze locked onto the Clan Head, sharp and unrelenting. Despite his youth, Satoru carried an authority that left no room for argument. The unspoken threat in his eyes was impossible to miss.

I’m stronger than you, old man.

The Clan Head faltered, the weight of Satoru’s presence pressing down on him. He opened his mouth as if to argue but stopped, his resolve crumbling under the oppressive force radiating from the boy before him.

And with that, the argument ended.

The decision was made: your care was officially placed in Satoru’s hands.

From that moment on, Satoru refused to let anyone exert authority over you. Not the elders, not the maids, not even your own mother dared to interfere. His word became law where you were concerned, and he enforced it with unwavering resolve.

But while his victory granted you the protection you so desperately needed, it came with a price. No one in the clan was willing to challenge Satoru’s authority, and as a result, they chose to ignore you entirely.

For years, Satoru was your guard dog, your protector, your one and only ally. He was always there—shielding you from the harshness of the clan and the indifference of the world. But soon enough, the day came when he had to leave for school.

And soon enough, he wouldn’t be there for you.

Not in the way you needed him.

For the first time, you’d have to face the world without him by your side.

The thought haunted Satoru. Desperation to ensure your happiness and safety gnawed at him, even at the expense of his own reputation. His behavior became increasingly erratic—snapping at anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way and clinging to you like a stubborn child who refused to let go.

No matter how protective or affectionate he was, the growing anxiety inside him never faded. If anything, his fear of leaving you only made him more attached. He hovered constantly, watching over you with the intensity of someone who knew he was running out of time.

In quieter moments, he even entertained the idea of taking you with him. What if I just brought her along? It wasn’t impossible, was it?

But deep down, he knew that wasn’t the answer.

“Toru,” you called, your voice playful and lilting, “are you excited to be going to school soon?”

Without waiting for an answer, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with a cheeky grin. Satoru stumbled slightly but quickly recovered, his instincts sharp even with his Infinity kept off—a deliberate choice he made around you. He knew how much you loved ambushing him with your “surprise attacks,” and he’d never deny you that joy.

You had always been with him, and he had always been with you. The thought of being apart for the first time was unsettling, almost unthinkable—for both of you.

Satoru’s playful demeanor masked the worry simmering just beneath the surface. He knew how much his absence could affect you.

Loneliness was his greatest fear for you, knowing how deeply you relied on him for comfort and connection. But even more than that, the idea of the clan taking advantage of his absence made his blood boil.

He would never forgive himself if they hurt you while he was gone.

He chuckled softly at your antics, adjusting you on his back as he strolled through the garden. Your feet swung back and forth lazily, brushing against his sides, but he didn’t mind. He’d been on his way to yet another pointless training session, but with his departure looming, spending time with you felt far more important.

Satoru ignored your question, choosing not to answer. He knew that whatever he said might dampen your excitement or make you sad, and he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Instead, he let the silence settle between you, though it weighed heavily on his mind.

This might be the last time he’d hear your cheerful voice calling out to him until summer break. The thought lingered, bittersweet, as he carried you a little further, savoring the moment for as long as he could.

Finally, he spoke, breaking the tension with a forced cheerfulness. “We’ve got to do something fun before I leave!” His voice wavered slightly, softening as the emotion he’d been holding back began to seep through. “I’m gonna miss you so much, imouto.”

You tightened your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the weight of his words linger.

Then, the day finally came.

Satoru was leaving for high school. The idea of staying in the dorms, away from the suffocating halls of the clan house, sounded like pure heaven. Freedom, independence, a chance to live on his own terms—it was everything he’d dreamed of.

But leaving you behind? That was an entirely different kind of pain.

He hated the thought of you being alone in that cold, unfeeling house. He’d already made up his mind, though. When the time came for you to join him in high school, he would find a place for the two of you. Somewhere far away from the clan house. Maybe a little apartment near the beach, within train distance of the school. A place where you could finally breathe, free from the expectations and judgment of the clan.

Two years.

He could wait two years.

You missed Toru like crazy after he left. The future summers never seemed to come fast enough, and when they finally did, they never lasted long enough.

His absence left a void in the clan house, one that was difficult to ignore. Yet, in a strange way, it worked in your favor. With Satoru gone, no one paid you any attention. The sharp criticisms, the constant scoldings, and the disapproving glares—all of it stopped. You were left alone, ignored.

And while the loneliness stung, you didn’t mind the peace.

In that newfound quiet, you turned your focus inward. Day after day, you practiced your cursed technique, working tirelessly to ensure you wouldn’t be an embarrassment when it was finally your turn to join him. Your older brother was so strong, so effortlessly cool—everything you aspired to be. You wanted to make him proud, to prove that you were worthy of standing next to him.

When summer finally arrived and Satoru came home, you couldn’t help but notice the change in him. He seemed lighter, freer. Being away from the stifling walls of the clan house had done wonders for him, and his happiness was undeniable.

It made you happy to see him like that. But in some small, selfish way, it also made you sad.

He had found a kind of peace you still couldn’t grasp, and though you were thrilled to have him back, it reminded you of just how far away that freedom felt for you.

Eager to show him how much you’d grown, you demonstrated the progress you’d made in your cursed technique. His reaction didn’t disappoint, showering you with endless praise.

“You’re amazing, imouto! You’ve come so far!” Satoru beamed with pride, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Moments like these reminded you why you worked so hard. No matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart you were, your big brother’s approval was worth everything.

Later that evening, as the two of you lounged in the garden, Satoru told you stories about his time at school. He told you all about the friends he’d made, particularly someone named Suguru Geto.

The way he talked about Suguru—with a fondness you rarely heard from him—sparked a tiny flicker of jealousy in you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

At the time, you didn’t think much about what he said, but it intrigued you all the same. Satoru had never spoken so warmly about anyone other than you.

It made you eager to start high school yourself. To make your own friends, form your own memories. You had spent so much of your life confined to the Gojo estate, rarely allowed out of the manor, let alone given the chance to interact with others.

Most of that isolation, though unintentional, had been orchestrated by Satoru himself. He’d always insisted it was too dangerous for you to roam the streets the way he did. “It’s different for me,” he’d say confidently, brushing off your protests. “But you? I can’t risk it, imouto.”

Still, you couldn’t help but wonder. What would it be like to step into the world? To meet people your age? What kind of friendships could you form?

Would you even know how to talk to someone your age?

The few people you had interacted with so far were either indifferent to you or outright hostile. The thought of venturing into something new—meeting new people, creating your own memories—was both thrilling and...terrifying.

Despite your curiosity, one thing remained certain: no one could ever be better than your big brother.

You’d told him that countless times, a truth you held onto tightly. And every time you said it, it only served to inflate his already massive ego. Not that you noticed—or cared. To you, it wasn’t flattery; it was just the simple truth.

Satoru truly was the best big brother. No one else could compare.

And just like that, two years flew by. Before you knew it, you were finally enrolled at Jujutsu Tech, stepping outside the high fences of the estate for the first time in what felt like forever.

To say you were ecstatic would be a gross understatement.

This time, you weren’t staying behind—you were leaving with him. You’d finally get to see the campus he’d told you so much about, the place that had seemed like a distant dream during those long, lonely years.

It felt almost surreal how easily it had all come together. Automatic enrollment, all thanks to being Satoru Gojo’s little sister. His recommendation alone carried immeasurable weight, and his unparalleled influence in the jujutsu world sealed the deal without question.

The ride to the school felt like an eternity, your excitement bubbling over as the car rolled to a stop in front of the campus gates. Stepping out, you found yourself momentarily awestruck by the sight before you.

A heavily wooded temple stood at the heart of the campus, surrounded by lush gardens that seemed to stretch endlessly. The serene beauty of the place was breathtaking, far beyond anything your brother’s words had prepared you for. The gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, the distant hum of cicadas, and the faint scent of earth and greenery created an atmosphere so calm, so peaceful, that it felt like a world away from the stifling halls of the Gojo estate.

Satoru nudged you forward, his excited chatter flying over your head as you took in the sights. He led the way toward the dorms, and though the two of you would be in different classes, the thought of being here—together—was enough to keep your spirits high.

At least now, you weren’t stuck in that damn house.

Settling into the dorms was surprisingly easy. The room you were assigned was slightly smaller than the one you’d had back home, but it was cozy and comfortable. Most of your belongings had been delivered ahead of time, neatly arranged and waiting for you.

What struck you as strange, though, was the emptiness. The hallways were eerily quiet, and you couldn’t spot another girl in sight. It made the space feel… unsettling.

“Not many students enroll,” Satoru had mentioned, brushing off your concerns like it was no big deal. And maybe it wasn’t—to him. But you couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

This was your first real step into the outside world, and though you had Satoru by your side, the unfamiliarity of it all was both thrilling and unnerving.

Meeting your new classmates was… interesting. There were two other first-years joining you, both boys. Still no girls? You tried not to let it bother you, but it felt a little strange.

They seemed nice enough, but you couldn’t ignore the way they looked at you when you first met—as if you were some rare specimen to be observed. Not surprising, given that Satoru had no doubt made a name for himself on campus.

Kai, the taller of the two, was the first to speak. He circled you with a casual, almost lazy air, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. “You a Gojo?” he asked, his tone light but curious. “Yeah, you definitely fit the look.”

You instinctively took a small step back, unsure how to respond. The question seemed so obvious it made you want to roll your eyes and say duh. Was it the hair? The eyes? Those features practically screamed Gojo, so what was the point of the interrogation?

Kazuo, the shorter of the two, spoke next. “What’s your cursed technique like?” he asked, his wide eyes filled with excitement. Cute, you thought absently. Though, definitely not cuter than your big brother.

Despite your lack of social experience, the conversation began to flow more easily than you expected. Kai and Kazuo seemed easygoing, and before long, you found yourself relaxing around them. It felt like the beginning of a solid friendship, and you felt genuinely excited to start classes.

And then you ran into Satoru.

“Toru!” you called out, your face lighting up as you spotted his tall, lanky form in the courtyard. His back was to you, and he seemed deep in conversation with a small group of students. Smirking to yourself, you prepared another one of your “surprise attacks.”

With a playful leap, you pounced on him, causing him to stumble forward slightly before easily catching his balance. Spinning around, he grinned widely, his excitement obvious as he set you down.

“Well, look who it is!” he said, ruffling your hair with a playful grin. He seemed just as thrilled to see you, though it didn’t take long before he quickly pulled you over to his friends.

Turning back to the group, his tone brimmed with pride. “Guys, this is my little sister!” he announced, gently nudging you forward to stand in front of the two upperclassmen with him.

The girl stepped forward first, her warm caramel-colored hair matching the kindness in her eyes. She introduced herself, and you recognized her name immediately—she was the healer your brother had mentioned. She was even prettier than you’d imagined, exuding a calm, friendly energy.

The boy, on the other hand, was an entirely different presence. He stood nearly as tall as your brother, but where Satoru radiated lighthearted energy, this boy was all sharp edges and quiet intensity. His black hair was tied back in a neat bun, and his dark purple eyes seemed to pierce straight through you, observing your every move.

You knew who he was instantly.

Satoru had spent hours talking about him, and now, face-to-face, you understood why.

Suguru Geto.

And, honestly? You could immediately see why your brother admired him so much.

He was pretty damn handsome.

He was everything your brother wasn’t—where Satoru was soft, Suguru was hard. Where Satoru was bright, Suguru was dark.

And did you mention he was incredibly handsome.

Your eyes locked with his, and for a moment, you froze. His steady, piercing gaze seemed to root you in place, leaving you completely flustered.

“Hey! Hellooo?” Satoru’s voice snapped you out of your daze. Your face flushed hot as you realized you’d been staring.

“Aww, Suguru!” Satoru cooed, his voice dripping with exaggerated delight. “Looks like my lil’ sister’s got a crushy-wushy on you!”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your cheeks and squished them together, leaving you flustered and fuming.

“Shut up, Toru!” you yelled, your voice muffled and your face burning as you swatted at him, trying to pry yourself free.

Your attempts to smack him only made him laugh harder. He threw up his Infinity, keeping you at arm’s length as he continued his merciless teasing. “Aw, look how cute you are! Blushing so much! Suguru, isn’t she adorable?”

You shouted in protest, smacking at the invisible barrier, completely oblivious to the reactions of the two upperclassmen.

Suguru watched you with quiet amusement, his gaze softening just slightly, while the girl giggled under her breath. You hadn’t noticed their stares, too busy plotting ways to throttle your brother once he lowered his Infinity.

Suguru couldn’t peel his eyes away from you.

When Satoru had mentioned his little sister, he’d described a small child—someone he imagined tagging along like a baby duckling. What he hadn’t expected was… you.

Your white hair was styled in a neat half-up, half-down look, accentuating blue eyes that rivaled even your brother’s show stopping gaze. And your features? Sharp yet delicate, striking enough to put a model to shame.

Of course, you were a Gojo. It only made sense.

Still, Suguru found himself taken aback. If he had to describe you, you were like a lovelier, softer version of Satoru. The thought amused him briefly. If only Satoru wasn’t so obnoxiously irritating.

He caught himself silently hoping you didn’t share your brother’s personality.

What exactly had he expected when Satoru said his “baby sister” would be joining them this year? Certainly not someone who could knock the air out of a room just by walking into it.

Satoru’s relentless teasing snapped Suguru out of his thoughts.

“Satoru, enough teasing. You’re going to make her cry,” Suguru quipped, his tone carrying a playful edge as he poked at his best friend’s side.

“‘M not gonna cry!” you screeched, voice cracking slightly as you flushed a deep crimson. Your cheeks and ears were burning, and Suguru could tell you were teetering on the edge of tears—whether from embarrassment or frustration, he wasn’t sure.

The automatic thought that popped into his mind caught him off guard. Pretty.

He cleared his throat, brushing the thought aside, though his lips twitched upward at your flustered expression.

Satoru barked out a laugh, and Suguru couldn’t help but join him, their laughter ringing out as you continued to swat futilely at your brother’s Infinity.

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