#then they have to move all her books and gojo throws his back out

[augustinewrites]

fushigojos tackling a home project together is the first true test of how well they've bonded as a family

[astridthevalkyrie]

tw: dubcon, noncon, bully!gojo, afab reader w/ she/her pronouns

Gojo's a sick fuck.

He corners you on campus in the strangest places, taking advantage of the fact that he's been here a year longer than you. Sometimes Getou or Ieiri are with him, but most of the time he's alone, and when he's alone he's even worse than when he's just putting on a show for his dickhead friends. They only get to bear witness to him teasing you from afar, just his general idiocy and inborn cruelty. When he's by himself, though, nothing stops him from trying to corner you literally, one hand on the wall next to your head and the other finding some excuse to touch you, either running a finger down your cheek or brushing some invisible dust from your shoulder.

And you've had enough. You just want to find a place to sit down and study or read or eat or literally anything else as long as you don't have to worry about the only guy who tormented you all throughout school continuing the cycle in university where you were supposed to be free from this, this cocky, stupid, bitch.

You're in the library today, but his approach is the same as it is in any other location. Your physics lab, outside a professor's office, the community pool, for Christ's sake. First, he makes his presence known, making you aware that he's being his usual creepy self. This time, he's leaning against the wall when you turn the corner behind one of the shelves. There's a book in his hands that has so many dog ears you think he reads one page then saves the literal next one for the following day.

He doesn't look up, not right away. Not until he feels you glare burning his skin for a good few seconds. It's when you assume the burn actually becomes painful that he looks up, feigning a surprised smirk as his icy blues practically gleam. "Fancy seeing you here," he purrs, book staying open in his hands.

"Go to hell, Satoru." There's no point engaging further with him. The only option you have is to get the hell out before he gets to touch you. If he touches you, it's all over. You turn on your heel and throw a quick thank you prayer out that you don't immediately bump into Getou, who would act as the other mousecatcher whenever Gojo decided he wanted to play.

Behind you, you hear him put the book down and your legs move faster without you even thinking about it. You don't even know how he always tracks you down. Maybe he installed some app on your phone without you realizing. You'll get a new one. Anything to just get rid of him.

Even though you've been on campus for at least a month now, virtually every building is still wholly unexplored, mostly because you're constantly trying to avoid these exact types of situations. The amount of times you could have stayed on campus but instead scurried home is already close to the triple digits. And for what? You've only avoided Gojo a handful of times and left yourself unprepared for a hasty escape too.

There's footsteps somewhere, and now that your heart is racing you can't calm down enough to pinpoint where they're coming from. It's a Friday night and not even close to midterm week, so there's a few regulars here, but not nearly enough people that someone will see you. Not that Gojo minds, you've seen him look someone dead in the eye and then squeeze your hip impatiently, as though to tell them do you mind? You don't know where he gets his confidence, but whatever it is, it's well earned. Everyone gives in to him, eventually. Even you.

You turn out of yet another aisle, and then your legs falter.

"Hey, sweetness," he grins at you. Your back hits the wood behind you and your bag thumps to the floor. On days where he wants to really torture you, Gojo acts like a charmer, kissing the back of your hand or carrying your bag over his shoulder, preening in the direction of anyone who calls him a good boyfriend, singing a sinister thanks knowing damn well he isn't your anything.

This isn't one of those days. You can tell.

Gojo doesn't want to be your boyfriend anymore than you want to be his girlfriend. He likes his lifestyle, and an average stick in the mud like you would definitely ruin the perfect image. But that doesn't mean he wants you out of his life completely. When he'd learned you'd be going to the same university as him, he'd sent you the only text message he'd ever sent you, a filthy picture captioned with a sweet and simple can't wait to have you.

And have you he will, whenever he wants. He's pretty open about that. "Are you in a rush?" His blues blink innocently. You're not sure why he keeps up the act even when no one is around, it only serves to set your nerves further askew.

"Leave..." Before you can even formulate the thought of a process, his hands are on your hips, pinky finger slipping under your sweater inconspicuously. "Leave me alone, Satoru."

"Nah," he breathes, "you look real pretty today, sweetheart."

While he doesn't make a move to take your sweater off, he does bury his face in your shoulder and inhale the scent. Then he slowly switches from the sweater to your actual skin, tucking down the fabric of the turtleneck to expose your neck, which you'd taken pains and suffered the heat to hide. Gojo moans a little at just the last remaining bruise he sees on you.

"Love when you don't try to cover it up," he murmurs, "don't need you treating me like a dirty secret."

As if you could keep him a secret. No one aside from your professors even tries speaking to you, and you have no doubts as to why. "I do try—I did cover it up."

"This doesn't count." Instead of just kissing you, because he's a bitch, Gojo kisses the inside of your turtleneck, his hair tickling your nose. "I meant makeup and crap. This? S'like unwrapping a present, baby."

"Satoru," you choke. It isn't just how he touches you, it's everything. The proximity, the casual way he says the most scummy things you've heard in your life and says them like they're just simple facts.

"Normally, I'd tell someone to stop playing so hard to get after so many times. But you're special, y'know." Two fingers push your lower lip down and slide in slowly, running over your gums before violating your mouth further. "This bitchy attitude only makes me wanna have you more." He waits, waits for you to gag, to choke on his fingers and look up at him with watery, pleading eyes before he removes his fingers and slots his lips over yours.

When Gojo kisses you, it's not demanding so much as needy. For someone who already has an ego that's sky high, he still seems to want you to stroke it, and nothing strokes his ego more than the noises you make unwillingly. Every little gasp, whimper, sharp breath, he swallows possessively, as he drags his nails gently along your lower back, making you squirm closer to his mouth to get away.

He plays you like you're his favorite instrument. And he knows exactly which strings to pluck.

His tongue nips at your teeth playfully, and that's when you pull away, summoning up whatever remaining courage you have. "Someone's going to come down this way," you beg, because the only thing you haven't experienced yet is being fucked with an audience, and you're not eager to change that. "Please, Sato—"

"It's okay." The fingers that were just in your mouth a few seconds ago now slide down your waist and under your jeans, nudging them down. "Don't need any foreplay. Been hard since you walked into the library, sweetness. And I bet you've just been dripping playing tag with me. I promise one of these days you'll get to be it," he mocks, as his other hand undoes his belt.

Tears spring to your eyes, but Gojo kisses them off your eyebags before they can fall too far. "You're so tired," his voice coos, "m'gonna make it all better. I'll make you feel so good."

His hand twists into your hair, yanking it back in a single motion that must be gentle for him, but it's rough for you. It's the sting in your scalp that you focus on as he takes your hand and wraps it around his cock, making you jerk him off in preparation. It's the one thing he always demands, claiming he can't get off unless he gets to feel your touch first. Bullshit.

Once he's satisfied, Gojo moves your hand away, intertwining your fingers and placing them on the shelf next to your head as he guides his dick to your leaking pussy, sliding the first inch in with a hiss.

Praise drips from him easily like this, when he has you between him and any hard surface. The individual shelves hurt your back, but less so when he slides an arm around you, pulling you closer as he pushes in with one lazy thrust.

"Ah!" your cry catches in your throat, but he bites you, groaning with your lip caught between his teeth. He pulls out and thrusts again, and your tear slips down to your mouth this time, where he licks it off.

"God," he compliments, developing a pace that's fast but not fast enough, not fast enough to ensure you won't get caught or to make you cum, "so fuckin' glad I don't let anyone else fuck you. This cunt's only for me, yeah? Belongs to me?" When you don't answer, too focused on the feeling of him filling you, leaving you empty, and then filling you again, he speeds up. To Gojo, the more you struggle to give him what he wants, the more fair it is to make it harder.

The shelf shakes as he loves you against it, it won't fall but you fantasize about him being crushed under it anyways. Then you think about being buried under with him, completely in his clutches with no telling when you'd be able to get out, and you clench around him, eyes rolling back.

"You think there's cameras in here?" he pants, digging his nails into your skin again. The pads of his fingers press roughly under your shirt, sure to leave even more bruises for him to lavish with his tongue later, whenever he pleases. "Think someone'll see you getting railed and jack off to it? I know I would, baby. If I only got you on camera I'd be fuckin' my hand and coming on your face every night. Lucky me," he gasps, and you feel him swell inside you, "that I got the real thing all to myself."

You hate how much his voice and his words affect you, how much each filthy thought of his makes your pussy practically gush for him as one of your own fingers rubs over your clit frantically. Each squelching sound makes him more feral, till he's rattling you against the shelf, every thrust of his hips growing more frantic and more desperate.

"I'm almost there, sweetness." Gojo reaches up and squishes your cheeks together, blues blown out as he kisses your puckered lips one more time. "Answer my question, baby. Tell me whose cunt this is so I can blow my load in it. C'mon, fuck, tell me."

You let out a sob that hiccups into a moan, force out, "Yours," and cum.

Gojo whines, thrusting one, two, three more times before he's coming too, filling you up with each jerk of his hips. His head falls onto your shoulder, panting on your neck. Your turtleneck is entirely too warm now, and useless to boot. Cum drips from your pussy; Gojo slides two fingers against your hole as he pulls out, sticking them in your mouth, just at your tongue this time. You taste him and yourself, and even though he's not forcing them in further this time, you still feel like gagging.

He takes them out, then places them in his own mouth, sucking them off and groaning at the taste.

As he tucks himself back in his pants, he runs a hand through his hair, setting it back into place before dropping a kiss to your cheek. Your tears have dried now, and you're trying to ignore his cum leaking onto your panties as you pull your jeans up. You don't even want to think about how you look, or about how you'll bring yourself to another orgasm tonight thinking of this, albeit not one as good.

Patting your hip, Gojo flashes you his best grin. "See you next time, sweetness. Maybe tomorrow?" Without waiting for your reaction, he strolls off, a single hand raised in goodbye.

Wiping at your cheeks and taking out your phone, you release an angry sniff, penciling it in.

[theelizamanelli]

Tengoku

Reina Iyashi wants a normal, mundane existence until Satoru Gojo takes a special interest in her uncanny ability to bring people back to life (or so Itadori says) and offers her a job as his assistant at Jujutsu High. Tags: 18+, satoru gojo x female oc, boss x assistant, golden retriever x black cat, forced proximity, slow burn, romance, smut, masturbation link to all chapters link to ao3

note from the author: so sorry for how long it has taken to update this fic, I appreciate the comments/asks - they all inspire me to continue writing. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Sixteen

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Warmth spread along Reina’s face as she gazed at the sky, the sun beaming down. The suitcase trailing behind her clanged against the uneven sidewalk. With an exaggerated huff she yanked it over the curb. 

Shielding her eyes from the light she drank in the sight of the tall building stretched in front of her. Striding through the door, Reina nodded politely at the attendant standing near the entrance - swiftly refusing his attempt to assist with her bag. 

Reina scanned the lobby, her eyes landing on a familiar sight - a handsome white haired man leaning against the front desk. 

Gojo tipped his glasses down to drag his stare along Reina’s body before piercing her with a smile. An unfamiliar sensation echoed through her stomach.

“Good morning, Iyashi.” he purred before handing over a card. Reina yanked it from his grasp, scowling. 

“Good morning, Gojo. Could you have picked a hotel further from the airport?” Reina bit out, pulling her battered suitcase to her side.

“If you booked the travel arrangements, we would have ended up in entirely separate buildings.” he laughed, heading in the direction of the elevator.

Reina had offered to fly in separately, Gojo was requested at a meeting within the city a day prior. What would have delighted her mere months ago proved to be rather inconvenient. She hadn’t noticed the effort Gojo went through to ensure her life went smoothly. 

He held the door open for her as she sidled in next to him. 

“I am eager to see how you plan on making up for our last sleeping arrangements.” Reina rolled her eyes, warmth spreading on the back of her neck at the memory of waking up tangled on top of Gojo at the inn.

She reached back, placing her cool hand on the area - careful to avoid his gaze. 

“Oh, you’re going to like this one.” Gojo stepped out of the elevator, leading her down the hallway. 

He gestured towards one door at the end, “Yours.” Before his finger slowly moved to the one next to it, “Mine.”

“Good.” Reina pushed past him and entered her room. Her eyes darting to the side as she watched Gojo do the same. 

She sighed as she closed the door behind her, placing her back against the wood. There was a feeling threatening to spill through her body. One that felt surprisingly similar to disappointment.

Pushing her suitcase through the room, she placed it in the corner before throwing herself onto the king sized bed.

“See? I knew you would like it.” a voice sounded near the entrance of the room. Reina bolted upwards, her eyes connecting with Gojo’s.

Her brows furrowed as she realized he was leaning against the frame of an open door - one that led straight into his room.

A slow smile spread through his face as hers burned. 

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A hurried knock at the door shattered the tension in the room. Reina continued to scowl as the gloating Gojo strode over to let in the visitor.

Itadori burst into the space, excitedly exclaiming, “Did you show her the conjoined rooms?” 

“Did she hate it?” Fushiguro stood in the doorway, holding it open for Kugisaki before entering. 

“More importantly, did she beat you up?” she asked with a laugh, venturing over to where Reina sat. She plopped down next to her, running her hands along the comforter. “Her room is way nicer than ours, sensei!”

“That’s because I actually like her,” he replied. 

Itadori threw the patio door open, both of his hands wrapping the railing as he admired the water. Kugisaki muscled her way next to him, shielding her eyes from the sun as she mimicked his expression.

He pointed towards the beach enthusiastically, “Let’s go swimming!”

Kugisaki whipped around, looking at Gojo pleadingly. He pretended to consider whether they could, dramatically placing his hand on his chin.

“Get your swimsuit, Iyashi!” he exclaimed, the two raced past him and back towards the exit.

Gojo strode towards his room, he slowly inched the door closed - his face occupying the remaining space. 

“That cute pink one you packed,” he winked before it clicked shut. 

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The ocean glittered against the sky, appearing to extend endlessly along the sandy outline. The heat clung to Reina’s curves, sweat beginning to accumulate on the back of her neck. 

Repositioning underneath the umbrella, she looked on in amusement as Itadori attempted to push Fushiguro into the waves. He fought him off valiantly until Gojo snuck up behind, pulling him under with a hearty laugh. 

Kugisaki stretched alongside Reina, propping herself onto her elbows she yelled, “Don’t let him treat you like that, Megumi! Come on!”

Reina laughed as Kugisaki stood - brushing the sand from her body. She raced towards the water, Gojo prepared himself for an attack with a smile playing on his lips. 

Her eyes softened as he gently flipped Kugisaki into the water, careful to avoid her neck. The laughs echoing through the air were enough to warm Reina’s heart, a reminder of Gojo’s character.

She swallowed hard as he started towards her, the sunlight reflecting on his glasses and creating a sheen on his abs that forced Reina’s to tighten. 

He towered over her, she watched a droplet of water slide from his bellybutton to the edge of his swimsuit. Her eyes dragged along him until she met his gaze.

His glasses slipped onto the edge of his nose, his blue eyes trailing her swimsuit before smirking. Reina straightened, one of her hands smoothing the seams of the pink fabric.

He leaned down to grab a towel, his arm brushing hers.

“You’re so obedient sometimes, Iyashi,” he whispered.

He chuckled as he admired the slow build of warmth erupting through Reina’s body. Gojo dried off before collapsing in a dramatic heap next to her. She handed him a water bottle, careful to avoid his gaze. 

The sound of erratic splashing and squealing captured their attention. Sitting in silence, they were unable to do anything but admire the three. Reina stole a glance at Gojo, her smile faltering at the tinge of sadness in his eyes.

She reflexively reached for him, her hand resting on his knee - as if waking him from a dream he startled slightly at the contact. Gojo offered her a small reassuring smile, placing his hand on hers. 

“Your students are lucky to have you for a mentor. Whatever happens, remember that you have given them every tool necessary to survive,” Reina squeezed his knee before releasing her hold. “They aren’t them, stop torturing yourself.” 

Gojo leaned back, his gaze angled towards the sky. A long stretch of silence before he sighed, “You can’t be smart and hot, Iyashi. It’s not fair.”

Reina breathed out a laugh, shaking her head. Gojo stood up with a groan before turning towards her.

“Alright, your turn.” he brushed his hands off, extending one in her direction.

Reina furrowed her brows, “Oh, no.” 

“Oh, yes.” Gojo re-extended his hand dramatically.

“Seriously. I’m good.” she replied firmly.

“Stop torturing yourself and have some fun, Iyashi.” Gojo raised his eyebrows in her direction, he gave her a moment to surrender. When she made no sign of moving he darted out, pulling her quickly upwards by the arm.

Reina squealed at the sudden movement, Gojo managed to raise her into the air in one fell swoop and was now gleefully carrying her over his shoulder towards the ocean. 

Itadori laughed at the sight of Reina beating her fists against Gojo’s back, her legs kicking as the waves sprayed onto her back. 

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The steam curled through the air as Reina stepped onto the damp tile. A droplet of condensation rolling down the mirror as she wiped her hand over the surface, revealing her pink tinged face. 

Her eyes followed the trickle of the water, reminding her briefly of light skin covering a muscled torso. Reina’s imagination drifted to what could be underneath that swimsuit, how easily she could drop to her knees in front of him. How good he would taste. How sweet his moans would sound in her ear.

“Iyashi! I require a kiss goodnight, please!” yelled Gojo through the door, pulling her from the fantasy. Shaking her head softly she wrapped herself in the robe before turning the knob.

Gojo leaned against the bathroom door, a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips - Reina’s eyes darted to the edge of the fabric before quickly returning to his eyes. 

“In your dreams, Gojo.” she rolled her eyes, striding towards her suitcase. She found herself fighting the urge to turn in his direction if only to have the opportunity to admire his bare torso. 

He sighed dramatically before returning to his room, leaving a noticeable gap as he shut the door behind. She watched as the light dimmed on the other side.

Reina continued to settle down, drying her hair and sorting through her suitcase. Bending over the organized section of clothes she slowly lifted a familiar pink set of intimates. 

The image of Gojo’s outstretched, teasing hand dangling the lace flashed through her mind. Reina squeezed her thighs together unconsciously, biting her lip. Before she lost the courage, she stood abruptly - ripping the robe off and sliding the set on. 

She jumped into the bed and pulled the comforter to her chin. Breathing heavily, the silence filled the room before Reina nearly burst into a fit of giggles at her idiocy. 

She stared at the dark ceiling for what felt like hours - her imagination relentless and unforgiving. Memories turning over of her pushed against the wall of an alley or laid on top of a desk. 

Sliding her fingers along the undercurve of her breasts, Reina mindlessly trailed downwards. She closed her eyes and slowly filled her vision with large, soft hands. 

Tracing slow circles over the pink fabric, echoes of Gojo’s voice replayed softly in her ear. Reina could nearly feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, whispering words that she ached to hear. 

A shudder slid through her body as a finger slipped underneath the fabric, gathering the accumulated wetness before increasing the pace. A small, strangled moan slipped from her lips - Reina froze. 

“Don’t stop,” Gojo stood in the doorway, his hair tousled slightly - illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the window.

Reina swallowed hard, heat spreading through her body. Gojo slowly walked to the edge of the bed, his eyes dark as he stared down at her.

“I said, don’t stop,” he repeated. 

She licked her lips, a small bit of hesitance before her fingers started to move again. Gojo reached out a hand, grabbing onto the edge of the comforter and sliding it onto the floor. 

Reina lay bare in front of him, unable to keep her eyes off of his chest as his breathing quickened. He drank in the sight of her, admiring the soft curve of her thighs. She longed for him to reach out - to run his hands along her but he stood still. 

“A little faster, Iyashi,” Gojo said firmly.

Reina hastened, her heart racing as she noted his growing hardness. There was a familiar tightening sensation beginning to build.

As if he could sense it, Gojo swallowed hard before he stated in a low tone, “Look what a good little girl you are.”

“A little faster now,” he slid his own hands along the edge of his sweatpants, “You’re such a good listener.”

A raspy moan slipped from Reina’s mouth, “Oh, fuck.”

“Iyashi, please, I want to hear you,” Gojo cocked his head to the side. He was intent on keeping his hands to himself much to her dismay. 

“Gojo, please,” Reina moaned, the pleasure was riding a tight string - one that she could feel close to snapping.

“Cum for me,” demanded Gojo. 

In an instant, she came undone - writhing against her fingers as Gojo stood over her. 

Knock knock knock.

Reina jumped, her head whipping towards the door. Gojo groaned, extending his hand in her direction. He pulled her from the bed and slid the robe over her before answering the call.

“So help me God, if someone isn’t dying…”

“Too late for that,” Kugisaki stood in the hallway, Itadori behind her - noticeably out of breath. 

Fushiguro leaned against the wall, “How about a dead body in the hotel lobby?”

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chapter seventeen

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[kentosbabes]

Hi! First of all I love your writing and I hope you are healthy! May I ask hc of young gojo in hs in which reader(fem) is his classmate and she is intelligent,polite and stronger than him and she is short and a little manipulative she looks like a doll . Gojo fell for her but she doesn't respond? I'm sorry if this is long please take your time. Thank you!

I’m doing well! hope you’re doing good too. 🫂

I hope I did this right??!!?!!! I loved writing this, just having a man that is right in your palm and completely infatuated with you is a need. 😫

Part 2 here

Gojo who cant take his eyes off you during class. strands of hair framing your face as you write something down in the book infront of you. everything is placed neatly on your desk your pencil case it’s neatly filled with pastel highlighters and pens and a half filled water bottle is placed on the right corner of your desk. gojo sits on the other side of the room with his head resting on his hand as he stares in awe. his peace is rudely interrupted when his bestfriend Getou walks in, taking the seat directly next to you. Gojo watches as you smile up at his bestfriend giggling at his jokes and helping him with questions.

Gojo who writes down word for word what you say when answering a question in class. your hand is always the first to shoot up and although he knows the answer he always lets it be that way so he can hear your voice. once the class is over he walks up to you as you gather your belongings placing them in you bag. He can’t get over how small you are compared to him, his tall frame towering over you as you look up at him batting your lashes. ‘hey doll’ he says as you continue packing up. ‘don’t Gojo’ you simply state not even moving your focus from your bag. ‘what? come on I just wanna talk to you’ he chuckled following you as you walk out of class. ‘Gojo don’t start with me’ you say poking his chest slightly pushing him back.

Gojo who has no idea why you never even give him the time of day. Other girls throw themselves at him yet you hold your ground pushing him away. he knows you’re perfect and way better then him and in ways he knows he doesn’t deserve you but how he dreams about you and thinks non stop about how he’d treat you and kiss your soft lips. what he doesn’t know is that you also think about him all of the time but know he’s a douche and doesn’t mean most of what he says so you think it’s best just to ignore him and carry on with life. but you can’t help but think about him sometimes when your alone at night, his frame ontop of you as you arch in his touch.

Gojo who can’t help but pester you all day. from following you around the school and trying to partner up with you during classes and trying to message you non stop asking if you’re okay. He just finds you so cute when you walk into class, the ponytail on your head swaying as you walk. your glasses on your nose and your lips covered in a tinted gloss. you say Hi to your teacher and a few other students before going to your own desk, placing everything neatly in its place. you can feel his gaze burning into you. you turn to face him, his lips turn up into a smile and he waved at you. the blindfold covering his eyes living up his hair and letting it fall over the fabric. you give him a wave back showing him a sweet smile just so you can tease him a little.

Gojo who falls to your tricks. he urges for those little acts of attention you provide him weather it would be a short wave or a hand on his shoulder he can’t help but crave it. you laugh as you practically have him in the palm of your hand. the short amount of attention you provide him you double to his bestfriend laughing extra hard at jokes just to see the annoyed expression on Gojos face. but he has no idea, he can’t get over how incredibly innocent you are, you must have no idea what you do to him right? not even when most of his friends tell him he’s too far deep, he doesn’t care he knows what he wants and he knows he’ll get it.

Gojo who watches as you smile to people in the corridors holding open doors. the seemingly i simple use of manners only making him more infatuated with you. The way you stride with a confidence he’s never seen before and how his hand is twice the size of yours only leads him to thinking things he shouldn’t. ‘hey wait up’ he shouts as you walk out of class. ‘what gojo’ you say looking up at him through your glasses. ‘I told you before call me Satoru’ he says with a smile. ‘okay Satoru what do you want’ you reply making sure the emphasise his name. ‘I want to take you out’ he shrugs hope you’d be as easy as the other girls. you laugh at his words shaking your head before walking down the corridor with him running to catch up with you.

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[capricornlevi]

Pls write something abt asking toji where u should get a tattoo!! suggestive or nsfw if u want and If they're in an established relationship that would be good too

"so you're goin' into the studio tomorrow and still don't know what you're gonna get done?"

"or where it's gonna be" you remind toji, throwing yourself down on your couch and kicking your legs over his lap. he settles back into the cushion, spreading his thighs to allow you more room, resting a tattooed hand on your knee. "but i promised shoko i'd go with her and get one in solidarity, so i guess i'll have to be impulsive."

"not that i'm a fuckin' beacon of responsibility, but you do know they're forever, right?" he mumbles, eyes glinting as he tilts his head back. "not sayin' it has to be poetic or meaningful or anythin', you just ... you gotta like it. it's what gets you through the hours of sittin' in the chair."

"and what about you liking it?" you muse, rolling up your sleeve and holding out your bare forearm. "what if i came back with a gojo tattoo right here?"

he huffs at the mention of his rival artist's name. "i'd fire shiu for having the nerve to put that on you in my studio. him being the co-owner isn't gonna stop me."

and though he clearly isn't bothered by your joke, his brows pull together for a moment as he thinks something over.

"you sure you don't need me to do it?" he asks, quieter this time; an indication of his sincerity. "i can move around my bookings --"

you wave off his concerns. "nah, shoko is booked in for noon and shiu's got a space then, so i need to commit. but," you pause, flattered by his concern, and dip your head in to press a kiss to his jawline. "if i like it," and a kiss to his scarred lips, "you can do my next one."

he chuckles, low and deep, pulling you up onto his lap in earnest, arms looping around your shoulders until you're flush against his muscled chest.

"well, ya still need to pick where this one's gonna go," he murmurs, dropping his large hands to rest on your thighs -- though they don't stay there for long, trailing up and up until they linger at your hips.

"maybe here?" he offers quietly, thumb going under the fabric of your shirt and circling the sensitive skin by your hipbone.

"heard it's meant to hurt there," you mumble, though without much conviction, goosebumps raising wherever his hands touch you. your breath catches in your throat and toji grins, victorious.

"aw, we wouldn't want that, would we?" he whispers teasingly into your ear, shivers travelling down the back of your neck through your spine.

his hands travel up, up under your shirt until he's at your ribcage, fingertips resting at the side of your breasts.

"maybe here?" he wonders out loud, before shaking his head. "nah, can't have shiu seeing that much of you. so i guess that just leaves..."

he lifts his arms then, tugging your shirt over your head in one fluid motion, moving his hand for one last time to rest at the back of your neck, pulling you in for a heated kiss.

"here," he mumbled against your lips, index finger tapping against a spot by your nape. through the haze of his touch you barely manage a feeble nod, met with a low chuckle from toji.

he pulls back, lips kiss-slick and eyes scanning your form as you rock back and forth on his lap.

"guess we better map out all your future tattoos, huh?"

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well: Cursed Narrative, 16

{"And I try, and I try, but it hurts so much to be in touch with the essence of us. It hurts so much, to be in touch, so I'd rather not."}

poly!Gojo x OC X Geto

Author's note at the end.

Suguru slipped his arms into his shirt and pulled it over his shoulders. He moved quickly and quietly, already dressed in his slacks. Behind him, the room is illuminated by the blue light of the early morning, casting soft grey shadows on the lone body laying in bed.

A hand grabbed his shoulder. He stilled. The two of them stood silently for a moment.

"You know I can't stay," he said, keeping his voice down to avoid disturbing the sleeping woman.

"You could," Satoru whispered, "I have power now, Suguru. I could get you pardoned-"

"That's not what's stopping me," Suguru said, turning to him.

Glowing blue eyes pierced right through him. The morning light colored his pale chest light blue. Satoru looked away, pushing the hair from his eyes. His lips turned down in a frown.

"You're still obsessed with-"

"You still don't understand-"

"Suguru," Satoru interrupted him, raising his voice. The two of them looked over his shoulder at Miho. She stirred in her sleep some, keeping her back to them. When she settled back down, he turned to Suguru again. "Stay. We can forget anything happened. I'll figure it out."

"And if I don't?" Suguru asked.

Satoru pursed his lips. "Then that's it, then."

The finality of his statement created a lump in Suguru's throat. He closed his eyes. It was a tempting offer. All he had to do was climb back into bed. And he'd never have to miss them ever again. He could wake up next to them every morning. They could live the life he envisioned as a teenager. Would that be enough for him? Could he live knowing the endless cycle of curses would never cease, so long as nonsorcerers continued to exist?

Could he continue to live as another cog in the machine, fated to die like every other Sorcerer?

Suguru opened his eyes and began to button his shirt. Satoru sighed, dropping his gaze.

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Miho blinked away the tears rolling across her face as the door clicked softly shut. Her chest ached, not with any kind of physical affliction, but with a terrible sense of 'I told you so'. The bed next to her creaked as Satoru sat down. When she looked over at him, he had his head in his hands. She sat up and moved over to rest her head on his back.

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{4 Years Later}

Birds chirped just outside the open window. Miho stared at the paper in front of her, both not surprised and also shocked. She read it twice, just in case her Japanese was rusty.

"Suspended again?" Miho asked, incredulous, "Fighting? Megumi!"

The fourteen year old groaned, rubbing the back of his head. He was slouched in the chair at one of the tables in the library, school uniform messy and unkempt. The dark haired girl sitting across from him snickered.

"Got your ass kicked again, huh, Fushiguro?" she said, looking up from the books scattered in front of her.

"I was the one doing the ass kicking, Tokei," he grumbled.

"Quiet, Daiki," Miho scolded her before turning her attention to the raven haired boy, "Megumi, if you keep getting suspended, you won't make admissions to the high school."

"Yeah, you can't just rely on your dad to get you out of trouble every time," Daiki quipped, adding, "Nepo baby."

"At least I have a dad."

"Adopted dad."

"You're adopted too, idiot-"

Miho sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Megumi had proven to be quite the troubled young man. Despite Tsumiki's attempts to keep him out of trouble, he always found himself in the principal's office, and, consequently, in the library of the Jujutsu high school on days he was suspended while she and Satoru worked. Miho's attention snapped back as soon as the two teenagers started throwing low blows.

"At least my dad chose me, your parents are stuck with you," Daiki said snidely.

"At least my mom didn't kill herself-" Megumi shot back.

"That's enough, both of you," Miho scolded quickly. She swatted him with the paper. Her smartphone beeped. She checked it quickly, sliding it back into her pocket. "I have a meeting with Gojo. We'll talk about your suspension afterwards."

Daiki laughed as Megumi groaned. Miho crossed her arms.

"Daiki, tutor Megumi on what he's missing in school."

Miho ignored the girl's cries of protest as she walked down the rows of bookshelves. As much as Daiki hated tutoring Megumi, Miho knew the young girl would do as she said. Since becoming her mentor only a year before, Daiki had shown prominent promise as a Sorcerer. Her only issue was that she had yet to develop any technique.

Miho stepped through the door to the interrogation room. Thousands of seals painted the walls, many of which she set herself. Satoru turned to smile at her. His expression was almost unreadable under the bandages hiding his eyes.

A young boy, perhaps only fifteen or sixteen, sat in the only chair in the small room. His hands were bound behind him. Dark circles under his eyes reflected countless nights without sleep. One of her premade seals was stuck to his t-shirt. The seals in the room ensured he couldn't expel any cursed energy, but the seal on his shirt provided backup just in case.

"Yuta," Satoru said, gesturing to her, "This is a good friend of mine, Tsukiyomi Miho. She's going to help you."

Yuta's large, scared blue eyes flickered from him to her. Miho smiled at him warmly, leaning down to speak with him.

"Okkostu Yuta. It's nice to finally meet you."

As we move into JJK 0, I'm pretty sure I have my timeline messed up and that's why Megumi's and Daiki's ages don't line up canonically, so just pretend that that makes sense, lol, Idk where I got things confused. After I finish this, Reversed Cursed Ending is up on the docket.

[baskingsol]

Fuck it, Mask Off

pairing: eventual!OC x Geto Suguru X Gojo Satoru

summary: Yami starts the kids' training, Gojo gets insulted and takes it personally, and the face reveal is finally here!

“Alright kids, grab a weapon,” Yami announces, gesturing to the cart of wooden practice weapons. “We’re not going to send anyone to Shoko today for stab wounds.”

“Don’t want to get on her bad side?” Maki smirks, grabbing a wooden staff.

“Nope.” Yami laughs, twirling wooden tantos as Yuta steps up to grab a wooden katana. “I would prefer to stay in her good graces for as long as possible. Panda and Inumaki, you can just use your fists if you would like. Geto will signal us to start.”

“Salmon,” Inumaki confirms, Panda throwing a thumbs up as well.

“What about us?” Nanako gestures to herself and Mimiko. “We don’t fight physically.”

“I’m going to have you sit this one out,” Yami says, pointing over to the bleachers where Satoru, Suguru, and Megumi sit. “Why don’t you stay over there and watch? The second exercise will be much better for your specialties.”

“Got it teach,” Nanako confirms, Mimiko nodding her head as well as they both move quickly over to squeeze between Satoru and Suguru, much to Satoru’s dismay.

“Alright so for the rest of you,” Yami starts, turning back to the other four students. “We’ll do tag teams of two. Panda and Inumaki then Yuta and Maki, we’re gonna go til someone taps out.”

“Got it,” Maki nods, pushing Yuta towards the edge of the fighting area. “Good luck Panda, you’ll need it!”

“Hey, what does that mean?” Panda yells, “Caviar!” from Inumaki before a whistling noise directs their attention back to the teacher in front of them.

“You two ready?” Yami laughs, twirling her tantos in her hands once more. “Get in position.”

Panda and Inumaki position themselves about ten paces away, stances changing, awaiting the signal from Suguru. “GO!” A sudden surge of speed results in Innumaki being knocked on his back and Panda keeling over at his waist, both taking Yami’s blades straight to the stomach, the bluntness resulting in a punch-like pain. Ducking and rolling back as Panda swipes at her arms, Yami pops back up, branding the blades in a protective stance.

“Fish Flakes!” Inumaki groans, getting back to his feet.

“Block next time,” Panda mutters, earning a dirty look from the boy. Ten more minutes of punches meeting wood and bodies landing on the ground finally ends with Panda raising his hand to tap out.

“You did well,” Yami praises, helping Inumaki back up after ramming him to the ground again. “Lasted longer than I expected.”

“Salmon Roe,” He groans.

“Go just as hard on those two,” Panda mutters, side-eyeing the twins laughing along with Satoru on the bleachers.

“Oh don’t worry,” Yami laughs, waving Maki and Yuta in to take their place. “They’ll get tossed around just as much as you did.”

After a switching of teams, delayed slightly to ensure Inumaki and Panda were only bruised and not seriously hurt, the three now on the field assumed their fighting positions. Maki had great defense, barking commands to Yuta when necessary to avoid being knocked down as much as Inumaki did. After the two both managed to land a consecutive hit on Yami, Yuta raised his hand, panting.

“I think that's all I can do, Yokai-sensi.” Yuta wheezed, Maki rolling her eyes as she panted just as much.

“You two did great,” Yami laughed, patting Yuta on his shoulder. “I'm very impressed with you both getting good hits in.”

“Break time?” Maki asks, eyes drifting over to the now large group hanging all over the bleachers.

“Yep. Grab some water and some snacks. I think Geto packed some for the group,” Yami replies, waving them along as she walks over.

“You deserve a break before we start the second exercise.”

Back at the bleachers, Satoru is already in a heated argument with Panda and Inumaki, Nanako and Mimiko braiding Suguru's hair, and Megumi silently listening along to Satoru's argument while pretending to read a book.

“Yokai, we want your opinion!” Panda chirps as Yami and the two reach the bleachers. “Gojo here is trying to say you went easy on us.”

“Well, you did!” Satoru laughs, leaning back on the metal seat.

“There's no way you'd use your full power against kids for training.”

“He's right, Panda,” Yami says, eyes rolling as Satoru smirks. “I'm not looking to gloat over winning against some kids.”

“Hey now!” Satoru's smirk drops at the small dig, and Panda and Inumaki laugh loudly. “You would use your full power against them if it wouldn't kill them.”

“Why don't you fight her then?” Megumi chimes in, flicking to the next page of his book. “She could go all out and if she did kill you, Shoko would have a good laugh.”

“Be nice Megumi.” Suguru scolds, the twins giggling as Megumi smiles. “Satoru's ego would be very hurt.”

“Now that's an idea,” Satoru replies, bandaged eyes now trained back on Yami. “All-out battle for the kids to watch?”

“You'd love that, wouldn't you?” Yami sneers, almost scolding the man.

“It would be really cool!” Panda says, Inumaki nodding his head along. “You can definitely beat him!”

“It'd be good for him.” Maki also agrees.

“Do you all believe she will beat me?” Satoru exclaims, only to get a resounding yes from the group and a laugh from Suguru. “Even you Suguru?”

“I think it'd be good for you to have a challenge,” Suguru coos. “No one else on your level wants to fight with you.”

“We can do it after the second exercise,” Yami cuts back in, taking control of the already spiraling conversation. “The rest of you have to get through that first before you get to see an actual fight.”

“So you'll go all out?” Satoru smiled.

“Just have Shoko out here on standby and sure.” Yami sighs, fingers rubbing her temples as Panda and Inumaki cheer loudly. “Let's just get through what's next first. Nanako, Mimiko, you're up. Megumi, you want to join?”

“Isn't this student training?” Megumi asks, closing his book. “I don't know if I'm allowed.”

“I asked for Geto to be here to observe and he's not a student,” Yami responds, gesturing to Suguru.

“I'll join them.” Megumi quickly states, getting up to follow the twin girls to the field.

“Don't be too rough on them,” Suguru quietly says. “Shoko's not here yet.”

“Shouldn't be more than bruising at most,” Yami promises, walking out towards the middle of the field.

Approaching Nanako, Mimiko, and Megumi, Yami toses the wooden tantos back onto the training cart and stretches her arms.

“So with you two being more supportive or long-distance specialties, your main objective during fights is to be able to dodge for enough time to survive,” Yami explains to Nanako and Mimiko. “I’m including you, Megumi, with them as your shikigami should be an add-on to your fighting and dodging is also important when controlling them.”

“So this training is learning how to dodge?” Nanako asks, confusion plastered on her face. “Wouldn’t it be best for us to fight each other to learn to dodge attacks?”

“That would be the case if I wanted you to learn how to dodge people,” Yami says, eyes glinting dangerously. “I want you to learn how to dodge curses.”

“Is Geto-sensi letting you use some of his?” Mimiko chimes up, Megumi rolling his neck in anticipation.

“No, she has her own.” Megumi murmurs, Nanako and Mimiko snapping their heads to him.

“Get ready kids.” Yami laughs, putting her hands on her hips. “Your task is to not get grabbed.”

“Grabbed?” Nanako starts, suddenly cutting off as pale hands sprout from the ground, clawing at her legs.

The three students dash away from each other, pale limbs sprout out of the ground aiming to grab feet as hands sprout from black pools in the sky grabbing at heads, torsos, and arms. Within the first minute, all three are caught and held by the pale hands.

“See how it works now?” Yami asks, sitting on a pair of pale hands.

“What the hell is this?” Nanako yells, struggling against the limbs.

A black puddle pours from above Yami, a pale top half of a woman with black liquid-flowing hair crawls out of the puddle to rest right above Yami, mouth split from ear to ear opening in a snarl of sharp teeth as the hair falls split to show multiple eyes.

“This is Kuchisake-onna. My vengeful spirit.” Yami announces, pale arms from the woman picking her up to sit in her arms, the pale ones that were used as a seat disappearing back into the ground. The pale arms that hold the three students drop them back to the ground.

“At least she doesn’t have her blade this time,” Megumi mutters, rubbing his arms where the hands held him.

“This is defensive training, I don’t want to stab you.” Yami laughs. “Ready to go again?”

As soon as she announces the start, arms start appearing again to grab at the students. Looking over to the bleachers, Yami stifles a laugh. Suguru and Satoru share the same goldfish look, eyes wide and mouths agape. Panda and Inumaki look gray, almost like they’re about to vomit. Maki smiles, laughing occasionally when a hand trips one of the three dodging, and Yuta looks intrigued watching Yami and Kuchisake-onna rather than the fight, smiling crookedly as Yami waves. A few more rounds of them evading for longer and longer finally stopping when Mimiko calls for an end.

“You guys were doing better than the first time,” Yami laughs, swinging down to land on the ground below Kuchisake-onna.

“I really hope we don’t go up against something like her,” Nanako huffs, catching her breath. “How would someone survive for a long time against her?”

“If you were to use shikigami, you could use them as a buffer to be caught in her hands rather than you,” Yami explains, pointing at Megumi. “Otherwise, you’d have to cut the hands so they couldn’t grab, but that's a sort of hydra situation until you got out of range.”

“So the best option would be to run unless you have fodder to fill the hands?” Megumi asks.

“The best option would be to run anyways as I’m not allowing her to use her blades which hurt a lot more than her grab.” Yami laughs, waving Panda, Inumaki, Maki, and Yuta onto the field. “I think Shoko would kill me if I got any of you stabbed.”

“Definitely wouldn’t be happy with you making her more work.” Maki laughs, Panda and Inumaki eyeing Kuchisake-onna warily.

“She won’t bite, I promise.” Yami teases, watching the two boys as she waves the group of three back to the stands. “Was she this scary when you two met her, Maki and Yuta?”

“I think she was scarier,” Yuta answered nervously watching Kuchisake-onna’s eyes focus in on him. “She did cut half that curse’s head off in one swipe. Your relationship with her and how you fight together was impressive”

“You’ll be able to do it just as well or better in time,” Yami responds. “She’s a lovely woman, so working together is easy.”

“Mustard leaf,” Inumaki says, looking at Panda.

“I think I’m with Inumaki on this one,” Panda confirms, nervously laughing. “Maybe we just got the wrong first impression.”

“Well, I did keep up my end of tossing the girls around,” Yami laughs, hopping back up into Kuchisake-onna’s lowered arms. “It is your turn though. Same rules as the last group, do your best to evade.”

The round starts with Panda and Inumaki immediately being grabbed and held up in the air, Maki and Yuta doing well to evade the grabbing hands. A pair of arms shoot out of pools right above Yuta, snatching him off the ground, more summoned to hold him in their grip like a spider. Maki continued to dodge and weave, lasting easily double the time the other three did before finally being caught and held to the ground by hands.

“Very good Maki!” Yami praised the girl still squirming under the arms holding her down. “Yuta, very good as well. Panda and Inumaki, let’s try for a little bit longer, okay?”

“You act like your arms aren’t spawning on top of us!” Panda shoots back, a “caviar” in response from Inumaki.

“Keep complaining and I’ll use these arms to squish you into a ball,” Yami threatens, waving her finger in their faces. “You can survive at least a minute, aim for that.”

After releasing the kids gently to the ground, Yami allowed a minute to breathe and then started back up again. After several more rounds with Panda and Inumaki lasting longer and longer each time, finally calls an end to the exercise when they start to get caught just to rest.

“Let’s call it there for the day. You all did very well.” Yami praises, hopping down and walking the group of four back to the bleachers, Kuchisake-onna retreating into her black pool.

“I’m going to be sore for the next week,” Maki groaned, rubbing her shoulders. “Her hands gripped hard.”

“Well, she did have to keep you in her grasp.” Yami laughed, stopping in front of the others on the bleachers.

“That was very impressive,” Suguru says, leaning back on the metal seat. “Does she operate completely separate from you?”

“Mostly. There are some attacks we work together with like yesterday in the school but she can do everything separate from me.” Yami explains easily. “Mainly she’s an extra layer of defense and annoyance for the enemy to focus on.”

“You said she usually uses blades?” Suguru questions. “She was just grabbing during all this.”

“Tantos are her preferred weapon.” Yami gestures over to the wooden ones on the training cart. “She can spawn arms with them to attack with along with grabbing arms.”

“You’re just fighting with a whole other person at that point.” Satoru laughed, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Suguru over here can’t even do that with any of the curses he has.”

“I don’t think Kuchisake-onna would be too happy with that situation.” Yami sighs. “Nothing against you Suguru. She’s just very emotive like I’ve got a whole other person attached to me.”

“No offense taken. I agree that I prefer my curses to be the least humanism as possible.” Suguru smirks, glancing over at Satoru. “I’ve already got Satoru glued to me at all times.”

“And you love it!” Satoru squawks, poking Suguru on the cheek.

“Behave Satoru,” Suguru warns, swatting lightly at his finger. “Or else I’ll let the girls put cornrows in your hair.”

“Have a tender scalp Satoru?” Yami teases, hands on her hips. “Can’t stand some braids?”

“Satoru’s sensitive,” Suguru coos, now trapping the white-haired man close by grabbing his shoulder. “Poor scalp can’t handle being tugged on too much.”

“Shut it you.” Satoru scolds Suguru only to be given a smirk in return.

“I’ll make sure Kuchisake-onna doesn’t grab you by your hair then,” Yami chuckles. “Wouldn’t want you distracted during our fight.”

“As if.” Satoru huffs, escaping Suguru’s grip and standing to get off the bleachers. “A little hair-pulling wouldn’t distract me from beating you.”

Yami shares a look with Suguru, both of them seeing the dusting of pink under Satoru’s bandages and ears. “Yeah uh-huh, sure. Shoko almost here?”

“Just made it,” A woman’s voice says from behind Yami. “You better not kill her Gojo. I can’t always piece people back together.”

“Might be you putting him back together.” Yami laughs, turning to meet Shoko’s gaze.

“That’d be a new one. I’d get to study the destruction he’s done to his organs from his sugar intake.” Shoko snorts.

“Keep your hands off my organs,” Satoru snaps, pointing directly into Shoko’s face.

“I’d prefer no one be in pieces,” Suguru chimes in, stiffing his chuckles. “The kids don’t need to see that.”

“I promise not to cut him to pieces,” Yami raises her hand in mock swearing.

“I probably won’t blast you out of existence,” Satoru mutters, stepping down onto the field. “But let’s get this show on the road. All-out you said?”

“Yep,” Yami agrees. “You comfortable with that?”

“Including Infinity?” Satoru asks, hands in his pockets as they walk to the middle of the field. “I don’t want to feel bad about getting beat so badly.”

“You can have infinity up,” Yami laughs. “In exchange, I want you to answer a question.”

“One question?” Satoru chuckles, stopping and turning to meet Yami’s gaze. “Trying to figure me all out?”

“No no nothing like that,” Yami waves her hand. “Equal exchange for full power.”

“Okay shoot,” Satoru shrugs.

“Am I pretty?”

Satoru’s smile falters, confusion creeping up his face as his body slightly freezes.

“What kind of question is that?” He laughs awkwardly. “Bit forward for someone that just put your name to a face, no?”

“Oh, now the great Gojo Satoru is flustered,” Yami sighs, rolling her eyes. “It’s a yes or no answer.”

“To what end though?” Satoru snaps back. “There has to be some reason to throw such an off-base question out before our fight.”

“I told you, an answer gives you allowance to use infinity.” Yami quickly repeats. “The sooner you answer, the sooner we can start.”

“Fine,” Satoru sighs, brushing his hair back off his bandages. “Yes.”

“Perfect,” Yami sighs, reaching under her braid. Gripping the front of the mask with one hand, she unclips the straps from around her head. Straps falling from around her face, she pulls the mask free from her face sighing in relief. Cut from cheek to cheek, her mouth resembles that of Kuchisake-onna’s, except for human-like teeth and strips of skin and muscle connecting the top and lower of her face.

“Still keeping the same answer?” Yami smiles at the blank look on Satoru’s face as pale arms spawn above and below him, swinging down with tantos and reaching up to grab his legs, as she steps back into a large black rift behind her.

Teleporting around the field, dodging the hands spawning where he moves to, Satoru laughs. “So this is what you’ve been hiding.” As if in response, a snarl cuts in behind him followed by a tearing of fabric. Teleporting away, he shrugs off his jacket, now sporting two large slashes down the middle of the back. Glancing back over to where he just was, there was not a pale arm but instead, the upper half of Yami out of a black hole, giving a little wave with her ulu before disappearing back into the portal. A sudden shake of the ground gives way to multiple arms shooting out where Satoru stands, chasing him back around and around the field.

“Getting a good look?” A sudden voice says, startling Suguru watching the spectacle from the bleachers. Snapping his head to the sound of the voice, he’s welcomed to the view of Yami’s head popping out of a small puddle.

“Jesus that’s freaky.” Suguru laughs. “Shouldn’t you be focused on fighting out there?”

“Nah, Kuchisake hasn’t gotten to chase someone around in a while so this is good for her,” Yami smirks. “He can’t sense me over here either, all the holes will look like I could be in them.”

“You gonna stay in there til he gets frustrated?” Suguru teases. “He won’t be too happy about that.”

“No, no I’m not a coward,” Yami laughs. “Just a few more minutes. I did promise not to cut him up.”

“Too bad his jacket didn’t count.” Shoko chimes in, chuckling.

“Better than trying to piece him back together,” Yami smiles, making eye contact with Satoru on the field. “Oop better get back there, he saw me.”

“Stop hiding in there!” Satoru shouts, dodging another blade swinging at him. “I was promised an all-out fight!”

Yami laughs again before disappearing back into the puddle. The arms grabbing and swinging at Satoru stop, leaving him standing in the middle of an empty field again. A large pool opens above him, a waterfall of black liquid immediately dumping on him. Teleporting away again, liquid falling on him infinity, a tanned figure shoots out of the liquid.

“Concave!”

A sudden prickling feeling shoots all over Satoru’s body, the droplets of liquid turning to needles piercing his infinity, stabbing into his skin, then turning back into liquid, dripping to the ground. Satoru looks up to see Yami standing ten feet away, Kuchisake-onna hanging out of her puddle behind her brandishing tantos in front of her protectively.

“Play time’s over.” Satoru smiles, rushing at Yami.

A clash of limbs and blades meets Satoru as he teleports in front of Yami. Pale arms gripping and slicing in every direction as he dodges, closing in on Yami. A slash cuts his hand, then his face, cutting through his bandages covering his eyes. The wall of limbs is pushed back by Satoru’s extended infinity, many disappearing back into the black pools, leaving just Yami crouched, shielded by Kuchisake-onna’s arms connected to her main torso a few feet away, panting.

“How’d you get through infinity?” Satoru asks quickly.

“Domain amplification. Nulls cursed techniques to let me through,” Yami smiles, breathing heavily. “Fighting with you has been fun.”

“Fun?” Satoru chuckles. “Well, I’m glad this has been all fun and games for you.”

“Don’t pretend this hasn’t been fun for you too,” Yami teases, standing from her position. “You got to see what the mysterious Yokai was all about and kept my promise to show you under the mask. We gave the kids a pretty good show too.”

Small cuts litter the visible skin of her body along with bruised handprints on her stomach and arms. Reaching into a black pool in the air next to her, she pulls her mask out and shakes the excess black fluid off.

“So the portals?” Satoru asks, eyeing the now-closing puddle.

“The space Kuchisake-onna occupies when not present in this world,” Yami explains, the aforementioned curse now sinking back into another large black pool. “Keeps all her limbs and blades inside.”

“Interesting.” Satoru comments. “How are you able to go into that?”

“That’s a trademark secret,” Yami teases. “Knowing you, you’d just keep trying to pull me out or try getting in.”

“But you can stick just parts of yourself out though?” Satoru questions, motioning to walk back together to the bleachers. “You had your head out talking when we were supposed to be fighting.”

“Yeah I can segment parts going in and out,” Yami explains, placing her arm up to mid-forearm inside a black pool in her other palm, the limb spawning out of the bleachers in front of Suguru, giving a little wave. “I can do it while moving so don’t have to stand still to do attacks.”

“Weird,” Sastoru laughed as Suguru poked the hand in front of him, earning a middle finger. “But very useful. Are there downsides to being in them for too long?”

“Yeah there is,” Yami says, pulling her arm back through the portal, dropping the liquid to the ground. “Vomiting is fairly normal, but today only some cuts and bruises. There's a lot of blades and hands in there and Kuchisake holds onto me very tightly.”

“That’s all damage from being in the portal?” Satoru pokes one of the bruising handprints. “She possessive like Rika?”

“Nothing possessive like Rika who gets jealous.” Yami laughs, smacking away his hand. “She’s very maternal and protective.”

“Did she do the …?” Satoru starts, making a slitting gesture to his face as they reach the bleachers.

“Satoru!” Suguru scolds, handing him a pair of dark sunglasses to put on.

Yami glances around, observing the student's reactions to them and seeing her face up close. Nanako and Mimiko look pale. Megumi, Maki, and Yuta all look shocked while Inumaki and Panda have their hands raised.

“Yes?” Yami asks the two boys.

“How wide can you open your mouth?” Panda blurts out, a “Tuna!” from Inumaki.

“Boys!” Suguru scolds as Satoru snorts, Shoko chuckling along as well.

“I would assume fairly wide since the muscles holding them to the normal range aren’t there anymore,” Yami teases. “Would you like to see?”

“Yes!” “Salmon!” The two boys respond.

“Have some self-control you two!” Suguru lectures, a small smile hidden under the mean-teacher lecture soon coming.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t want to see it either,” Satoru giggles, poking the other man in the face.

“Why don’t I heal you first then you can entertain all of whims?” Shoko cuts in, leaning into Yami.

“Yeah that’d be great actually,” Yami smiles, sitting down to be healed. “You already healed Satoru?”

“Yep!” Satoru grins, showing off his previously-cut hand. “That needle attack was a good hit.”

“She didn’t use all her moves,” Megumi adds, watching the bruising on Yami’s arms fade away.

“Did you not go all out?” Satoru snapped, turning immediately to Yami. “Is he right?”

“I did promise not to slice you up so yeah, kinda,” Yami says, sighing as the last of her cuts closes up. “I also did promise Yaga no property damage a while ago.”

“I’m at least grateful you didn’t slice him to bits,” Shoko sighs as Satoru squawks. “Makes less work for me.”

“I could have taken it!” Satoru whines.

“No, you couldn’t.” Megumi counters, Suguru chuckling.

"To make up for holding back on you, how bout I pay for dinner tonight?" Yami laughs. "We can discuss the techniques I withheld. I can pay back Suguru at the same time then for the head scare."

"That sounds great," Suguru says, Satoru quickly nodding in agreement before turning back to Megumi. "I do want to talk more about how all that works."

“I can do that. Do you two still want to see?” Yami asks the two boys watching the stare-down between Satoru and Megumi.

“Yes.”

a/n: Welcome to fighting against Yami! It's a lot more strategic hits than brute force like most of the other special grades. I cut a lot of writing from the fights as it was very repetitive. For reference of what Yami's mouth looks like under the mask is below.

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Satoru Gojo x Reader

⚠️ Manga spoilers for those that haven't read chapter 236. You've been warned.

Gojo: Your favorite Sanrio mascot is cinnamoroll, you get turned on by blindfolds and you have the emotional maturity of a five year old.

First Date:

You somehow pass the entrance exam and are now enrolled in the Tokyo branch of Jujitsu High. You transport your luggage to your new room but it's really just 50 pounds of unopened sweets that you smuggled in. You wait until the dead of night and then slowly let your addiction consume you.

Currently you are boiling sugar in a spoon with a bic lighter underneath as you had some twizzlers tied together against your arm as a makeshift phlebotomy tourniquet. Before you could inject the sweet nectar into your viens, you noticed a strange sound. You heard loud sniffing sounds outside your door and became petrified. You wondered if it was some kind of curse and you now understood why there was a rule about no food after midnight. The door started to open and you were now trembling.

You heard a growling sensation but to your relief it was just your idiot teachers stomach. "GOJO, WHAT THE HELL!" you screamed and then suddenly his hand clamped down on your mouth. "Yo. If you make too much noise then we'll get caught." He then gave you a cocky grin and removed himself. You were about to question him when the man started to moan. "Ahhh. I knew I smelled sweets!" At least you now knew the horrible sounds earlier where from your teacher and not a curse.

Gojo then pulled something out of his pocket but before you could question it, there was now a pixie stick in your hand, mirroring his. "Let's get this party started!" You then understood what the man intended on doing. Gojo then stacked together some of your school books and then slowly unwrapped the treat seductively. He then poured the sugar into a neat row and then snorted the line. He now had a stream of blood flowing out his nose. "He's high..." you muttered.

You then pulled out a box of pocky and then waived it in the air as if it were a dog treat. Gojo then got on all fours and started panting. You then placed the chocolate in between your lips and waited to see if he would play your little game. He crawled closer and then put his lips around the other end of the biscuit. The two of you both started chowing down and your lips were so close that you started blushing. Now there was only an inch left and you waited to see if he would make the first move. Just before that could happen you started hearing a harpie screech. God damn it. It was your bitch of a mom.

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Once again this poor woman had to enter this crypt of a room and witness the assault of another poor, helpless body pillow. This time it was now the character your daughter would never shut up about. Gojo something? Anyway it was time to drag your goblin spawn out and inform her that it was now time for her monthly bath. "Sweetie you better get in the backyard so I can hose you off! The neighbours are complaining about the stench again!" Unfortunately for you she didn't intend to cooperate.

"I HATE YOU! YOU INTERRUPTED ME AND SENSEI. I WAS ABOUT TO HAVE MY FIRST KISS!" You couldn't help but laugh at how surreal the situation had become. "That's nice honey but Mojo Gojo can wait a little while..." Your patience was running thin. Your daughter then began to scream something about you being a baka or whatever that was and how she was now going on tiktok to look at 2D thirst traps? This was getting tiresome.

You then grabbed the hopefully just sweat stained pillow from your little crotch goblin. She stared back into your eyes, maybe as an attempt to say she wouldn't back down and lose? You then decided to throw her own words back at her. You knew this phrase by heart due to how many times a day you had to hear it. "I think this is what the kids say... nah I'd win." You then tore your daughters beloved pillow in half, hastily throwing the upper half on to the floor.

The creature known as your daughter was now screaming at you, her lungs filled with rage  "I HATE YOU FRAUDKUNA! GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND OUT OF MY LIFE!" You gladly left and then slammed the door. You had no idea what a fraudkuna was but you know knew that he must be a God if he could take control of the situation where you had failed as a parent.

[mayajadewrites]

lucky

roomates to lovers–friends to lovers suguru geto x fem reader

synopsis: Suguru Geto is your best friend and roommate. After a year of living together, there have been more than one opportunity to throw away your friendship. The question is, would you get lucky as fall in love for the rest of your days?

ao3

CHAPTER TWO

🎧🌙🧺📖🕯️🧸🤍

"Satoru, could you please be serious for a moment?" You stood on a step-ladder, hanging up black streamers from the doorway.

Satoru turned to you with his round glasses on and a party hat, blowing a party whistle. "Nooooo." He draws out the 'o'.

"Suguru will be back in a half hour. I sent him to the bookstore to find me a book that doesn't exist." You sigh, putting the finishing touches on the streamers.

"Wouldn't he just Google it?" Nanami said from the kitchen. He was setting up the cake and cupcakes, making sure everything looks good.

"No, because he trusts me." You smirk as you took a step back and observed the room. There were 'Happy Birthday' balloons and a few gifts on the coffee table. You lit his favorite marshmallow candle and put on a party hat.

You hand one to Nanami, Shoko, and Haibara. You had a few minutes before Suguru would be back.

"So, you guys are just roommates?" Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"...Yes? Why are you asking this?" You turn your head to Satoru, who was sitting on the couch with his arms across the back of the couch and his legs spread.

"You're a woman, a hot woman at that, and you live with Suguru, who is a handsome ass man. You sure you haven't fucked?" His glasses went to the bridge of his nose.

"I think I would remember if that happened."

"Well, we all have bets for when you guys will have sex." Gojo shrugged.

"Excuse me?!" You looked at the rest of the group.

"Don't take it personal." Shoko waved her hand. "We're just having a little fun."

"Haibara?!" You turn to him next, watching his large eyes blink.

"Satoru said the prize would be huge, so I had to!"

"Even YOU Nanami?"

"No. Not me." Nanami crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't participate in Satoru's games. Especially when it comes to peoples LIVES."

You heard footsteps outside of your apartment, along with with the clinking of keys.

Then you heard a laugh.

It wasn't Suguru's laugh.

The door opened and there was Suguru, with the girl from the bookstore.

"Surprise!!!" Everyone else cheered, while your mouth hung open. Hopefully he didn't notice.

This wasn't part of the plan.

Anxiety hit you like a cement block in your abdomen. Suguru's eyes wandered to yours. You looked away immediately.

"Happy birthday!" Satoru hugged Suguru, putting a party hat on his head. "You old ass man."

"Thank you guys, I wasn't expecting this." He moved the hat to the side, looking at the girl from the bookstore. "Oh, this is Mikayla. She was helping me find your book, well, now I know that the book doesn't exist."

"Hi everyone!" Mikayla had long, brunette hair, voluminous as if she had loads of extensions in her hair. She had brown eyes to match, doe-eyed. Her skin was a shade of caramel and her frame was petite.

You nod, walking to the kitchen to grab a water. "Welcome." You say flatly, taking a sip.

"Well let's get this party started!!" Satoru turned on the music, dancing in the middle of your living room, dragging Haibara in his dance circle.

Nanami saw you standing by yourself, knowing you were all in your head. "Hey," He leaned back on the counter, crossing his arms. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Kento." You have your eyes glued on Suguru, who is deep in a conversation with Mikayla and Shoko.

"I know I'm friends with Satoru, but I'm not actually stupid."

"Hm?" You turn to look at Nanami, his eyes peering through his green glasses.

"I can tell you're hurt by what Suguru is doing. But don't be stupid."

"What do you mean?"

"Suguru isn't a mind reader. If you like him, you need to tell him. If you don't want to, then you're going to have to get over this. He is a man, with needs, so obviously he's going to bring women home."

"I don't like him like that." You dismiss the idea. "I just, didn't know we would have an extra guest is all."

"Mm." Nanami nodded, watching Suguru and Mikayla. "Well, I'm here if you need me." Nanami put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a warm smile.

Nanami is right. You have to get over him bringing women home. You know you can bring men home, but you're not the easiest to date, or so you've heard. You're headstrong and refuse to accept the bare minimum from any man, which results in 0 dates.

"Psst." Shoko interrupted your thoughts. "You dating anyone?"

"Not at the moment." You take the last sip of your water.

"Good. I have someone I want to set you up with," Shoko smiled, digging through her purse for a cigarette. "His name is Choso. He's really sweet, and I feel like he'll respect your whole 'strong woman' thing you got going on." She scanned your body up and down. "And that ass helps."

You have no reason to say no, even to a blind date right now.

"Tell me when and where, and I'll be there." You nod, taking a deep breath before looking up into the living room, where Suguru was already staring at you.

"Sweet, I'll text you the details!" Shoko finds her lighter in her purse and walks out to the patio to smoke.

"Can you please think about quitting someday?" You beg.

"Maybe." She shrugged, sliding the door closed behind her.

"I don't think we met, my name is Mikayla." The brunette made her way over to you, holding out her hand.

"You've seen me. Plenty of times." You look at her blankly. "I'm in the bookstore you work at every other day, and you've said maybe a whole sentence to me."

Satoru couldn't help but snicker watching the interaction.

"Maybe if you bothered to, I don't know, be a nice person, you would've known me by now." You tell her your name, shaking her hand. "Nice to... meet you." You look at her, watching her eyebrow raise.

"I'm sorry, that doesn't sound like me." She pulls her hand away, smiling.

"I think I would know since there's only 3 people that work there, and 2 of them are men."

"Okay, okay." Suguru walked up to the both of you, putting a hand on each of your shoulders. "Mikayla, this is my best friend and roommate." His head leaned to your side.

"Happy birthday." Your tone was monotone as you looked at Suguru. You wanted to sulk in your feelings, that you shouldn't even have, so you grab a bottle of champagne from the counter.

"Hey," Nanami helps you open the bottle. "Don't do anything stupid, ok?"

"Kento, I got this." You nod, pouring the liquid into your glass. You peer through the glass and watch Mikayla shameless flirt with Suguru, but he doesn't seem too interested. Then again, he doesn't seem too interested in anything these days.

Shoko finally came back inside with a huge smile on her face. "Guess what! Choso wants to go out tomorrow night. He said he'll make the reservation for a Mexican restaurant since I told him you love Mexican food."

"Thanks, Shoko." You smile, sipping your cup.

"You have a date?" Suguru entered the conversation.

"Yep, she does. I set her up with this guy from my job. Choso Kamo. He's super sweet, and I think she needs some sweetness in her life."

"I do have a sweet tooth." You raised your eyebrows, giggling.

"Where?" Suguru persisted.

"God, I don't know the name of the restaurant, I'm sure she'll tell you tomorrow." Shoko looked at Suguru up and down. "Is that okay, dad?"

Suguru ignored the 'dad' comment and turned his attention back to you. "Since when do you go on blind dates?"

"Since when do you bring women from the bookstore home? The answer is the same." You chugged the rest of your drink. "I need to have some fun, I haven't gotten laid in a hot minute."

That sentence stung Suguru in the same way seeing him with Mikayla stung you.

But you don't like Suguru like that.

You don't love Suguru like that.

Right?

[emonaculate]

Episode O: Teaser

For as long as I can remember, I've been different—special in ways I couldn’t quite understand. Maybe it was my unusually white hair or my blue eyes that resembled frozen ice cubes. I’ve tried to blend in, to act as if nothing was wrong, but normal has never been my forte.

You’re probably reading this and wondering what I’m babbling about. This isn’t the story you signed up for, right? You want to hear about all the villains I've taken down, the babies’ foreheads I’ve kissed after saving New Tokyo from yet another threat. Well, I’m getting to that—just let me be a little melodramatic for a moment. Jesus, can I ever catch a fucking break?

To those of you who just happened to stumble upon this book and have no idea what I’m talking about, let me explain. My name is Satoru Gojo, and I’m the one and only Spider-Man, protecting my home, New Tokyo, from anything and anyone that threatens its peace.

This little book you’ve found—yes, the one you’re nosily reading—is my diary of sorts. My therapist recommended I write down my feelings. According to her, I’m “severely mentally unstable” and she thinks that voicing my thoughts instead of relying on self-deprecating jokes might help me get “better.” So, here we are.

And don’t worry your pretty little head; I fully intend to start from the very beginning and explain exactly what made me so unstable in the first place. Fair warning: my story is a long one. Not that I think you mind—look at you, all curled up in your cozy pajamas, excitedly waiting for me to share the depressing tale of my life. Yeah, I can see you; don’t act shy now. Fix your posture and go drink some water! I know you’re hunched over and probably haven’t left your room all day (and no, work doesn’t count).

Sorry, that’s an old habit I picked up from—well, it doesn’t matter. Let’s begin, shall we?

Satoru was jolted awake by the sound of his curtains being ripped open, the bright sunlight burning through his closed eyelids.

"Get up, loser."

The now fifteen-year-old boy sat up and glared at his attacker; his piercing sapphire eyes locked onto a pair of matching ones. Of course, who else would wake up the birthday boy in such a cruel fashion but his annoyingly cheerful older sister, Sayori Gojo?

Standing at 5'10", Sayori looked down at her younger brother with a devilish smirk. The piercing in her lower lip gleamed with mischief, mirroring the sparkle in her eyes. Though they shared striking features—those vivid eyes and snowy white hair—the siblings couldn’t be more different. Sayori was as pale as could be, and her once-long, beautiful hair was now a choppy mess that seemed impossible to tame. It also didnt help that she had the features of a model. However, piercings adorned her face: in her nose, on her tongue, and, of course, in her bottom lip, all of which their parents disapproved of.

"You're going on fifty... why do you act like this?" Satoru grumbled, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

A squeak of disbelief escaped Sayori’s lips, clearly shocked by her brother’s claim. "I am only twenty-seven! I just recently turned that age, so let’s not act like it’s anywhere close to fifty, you freak."

Gojo rolled his eyes, slipping out of bed to stretch and prepare for his day—his birthday.

Satoru turned his back to Sayori, moving to his (one of many dressers) to pull out clothes for the day. He could feel her lingering in the doorway, a smirk still plastered on her face.

"Seriously, Sayori, I need to get dressed," he said, trying to keep his voice steady, not wanting her to mock him for anymore voice cracks. "You can’t just barge in here and expect to hang out while I’m half-asleep."

Sayori leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. "But it’s my job as the older sister to make sure you don’t just throw on whatever looks least wrinkled."

"Well, I’m not a toddler anymore. I can dress myself." He threw a shirt over his shoulder, missing the mark as it landed on his bed instead.

"But can you really?" she teased, stepping further back into the room, her eyes scanning the chaos of clothes, figurines, and gaming controllers strewn about. "What if you end up wearing something ridiculous? You know how embarrassing that would be on your big day?"

"Sayori," Gojo warned, spinning to face her with a glare that could kill. "If you don’t get out of my room right now, I swear I’ll tell mom and dad where you were on family picture day."

Sayori's eyes widened in horror as she lifted her hands up as a sign of surrendering. Yes she was a grown woman, but both she and Satoru knew that making their parents unhappy meant them telling the siblings' grandfather.. and no one wanted to disappoint grandfather.

"Fine. Don't come crying to me if you get bullied for some funky ass fit."

"Yeah, Yeah," Satoru said, smirking as he nudged her toward the door. "Now out you go. I’m serious."

With a dramatic sigh, Sayori finally relented, stepping back into the hallway.

"Otaku loser."

She murmured to herself as she walked away from the door, flipping off the teen.

"Crack whore," he called after her, slamming the door before she could come back to kick his ass. As he turned back to his reflection, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the string of curses that followed the older woman banging on his locked room door. Once the banging died down, Satoru redirected his attention to focusing on getting ready for his birthday celebration.

Today wasn’t just any day for Satoru; it was the one day a year his family pretended he was their top priority. While most kids looked forward to presents or parties, Satoru just looked forward to being noticed.

Sayori’s visit, as chaotic as it was, had been a rare gesture. Usually, she was the ghost of the house, flitting in and out of their lives, almost always in defiance of whatever their parents were trying to enforce at the moment. If their parents praised something, she was bound to hate it. If they disapproved, she’d embrace it with open arms. But even with all her rebellion, she still managed to show up for his birthday each year, barging in to tease him and make a ruckus just because she knew it mattered to him.

His parents, however, were another story. Gojo Enterprise was their true firstborn, and everything else—including him—seemed to come second. They rarely had time for him, and on the off chance they did, their visits usually consisted of half-hearted advice, critiques on his school achievements, or reminders of how he could "be even better." If they bothered to ask about his grades, it wasn’t because they cared about him but because they wanted to show off his straight As in one of their many social gatherings.

Satoru sighed, already preparing for the disappointment he was bound to face today, as he glanced at his blurry reflection in the mirror. Staring back was a scrawny, pale kid with a mess of white hair that never seemed to settle the way he wanted. He gave his reflection a halfhearted smirk. It wasn’t that he hated how he looked—well, maybe a little—but it wasn’t exactly what he’d call intimidating, either.

He squinted, barely making out the details of his own face in the glass.

"I really need to find my glasses," He muttered, groping around on his dresser until his hand brushed the familiar, clunky frames. Sliding them on, his vision cleared, and he grimaced. There he was, in all his nerdy glory, complete with a pair of thick glasses that did nothing to boost his confidence.

Satoru sighed again as he rifled through his clothes, pulling out a graphic tee featuring a retro anime character that probably no one else in his class even knew about. He tugged it over his head and then picked out a pair of faded jeans that were just slightly too big. His sister's teasing rang in his mind, and he huffed, folding up the cuffs so he wouldn’t trip over them.

As he fiddled with his clothes, he caught sight of his reflection once more. Yep, he was thin as a twig, with a body that looked like it might snap if the wind blew too hard. But his mind quickly shifted to his upcoming birthday plans—the new manga release he asked his parents for, the multiplayer game he’d been itching to finish with Geto and Shoko. Those thoughts made him forget, even if just for a moment, about his awkward looks and lack of bulk.

He rolled his eyes as he recalled Sayori’s antics. Sure, she loved poking fun at his “style,” but it wasn’t like he could hide who he was. He was a full-blown nerd, and no amount of fancy clothes or money was going to change that.

Satoru double-checked the lock (he had made it himself using scraps from Geto's parents mechanic shop), feeling a small sense of relief as he heard the click. It wasn’t that he hated the maids or the staff—they were usually polite enough—but he couldn't stand how they’d rearrange everything, trying to turn his room into some pristine display instead of the controlled chaos he preferred.

To anyone else, it might’ve looked like a mess: figurines lined up haphazardly across his shelves, manga volumes stacked in precarious towers, and a jumble of notebooks, controllers, and cables sprawled across his desk. But to him, every item had its place. His favorite games were within arm’s reach, his sketchbooks for drawing piled near the window for the best light, and his notes from school carefully wedged between books on his bed frame. It was a system no one else could understand, but it worked.

He took a final look back at his door, almost as if he could will it to stay locked even if he couldn’t be there to guard it. With a small sigh, he turned and started down the hall, steeling himself for the inevitable attention he’d get today.

Satoru descended the grand, spiraling staircase of the mansion, his fingers trailing along the cool marble railing. It was early, and the house was quiet save for the faint hum of voices echoing from the foyer. As he reached the bottom, he spotted them—two familiar figures standing awkwardly in the grand entryway, dwarfed by towering crystal vases and oversized paintings on the walls.

“Yo, birthday boy!” Shoko called out, offering a lopsided grin as she tucked a strand of dark hair behind her ear. She wore her usual black leather jacket and ripped jeans with some random punk band tanktop, looking relaxed despite the stuffy atmosphere of the mansion.

Beside her stood Geto, hands in his pockets, his expression cool but with the hint of a smile he usually reserved for special occasions. “Took you long enough. I thought you’d abandoned us for some high-society brunch,” he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Satoru couldn’t help but laugh. “As if I’d ever choose those people over you two. I’d rather deal with Sayori’s wake-up calls every morning.”

The three of them exchanged grins, and the comfort of their presence helped Satoru shake off the lingering weight of his family’s expectations. Unlike everyone else in his life, Shoko and Geto never cared about who his family was or how extravagant his home looked. They were here for him, and on his birthday, that meant more than anything else.

Shoko held up a paper bag. “I brought breakfast sandwiches. Figured you might not want to eat whatever rich people snobby shit they serve here.”

Satoru’s face lit up. “You’re a lifesaver. And you know me too well.” He snagged a sandwich from her bag, taking a huge bite as they made their way toward the front door.

“So,” Geto said, raising an eyebrow, “you ready for some serious button-mashing at the arcade? I’ve been practicing, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be taking down the ‘birthday champion’ today.”

Satoru smirked, his mouth full. “Good luck with that, buddy. You’ve never beaten me before, and I don’t plan to let you start today.”

They laughed together as they stepped outside, the morning sun warming their faces. Satoru glanced back at the towering mansion behind him, then back to his friends, who waited for him by the sleek black car his family had arranged for the day.

The arcade was alive with flashing lights and the constant hum of machines, its walls plastered with neon signs and colorful yet corny posters. The air was thick with the familiar clinking of tokens, the beep-beep of high scores being shattered, and the excited chatter of kids and teens alike. Satoru, Shoko, and Geto had been there for hours, fully immersed in the chaotic joy of the place.

They had already blown through several rounds of classics—racing games, fighting games, even a basketball shooter. Geto had tried his best to dethrone Satoru on every machine, but the birthday boy’s natural knack for gaming held strong. Each time, Geto threw his hands up in defeat while Satoru flashed his signature smug grin. Shoko, meanwhile, had spent most of the day lounging in one of the booths with a soda, only occasionally joining in to wipe the floor with them in games that required quick reflexes. It appeared that the young teenage girl was too cool to play with the boys but she still appeared to enjoy watching them play.

As the hours slipped by, they barely noticed the crowd thinning around them. The noise from the machines still pulsed, but it had quieted slightly, with only the diehard players sticking around until closing time. Satoru was at one of his favorite stations—an old-school zombie shooter game with plastic guns that rattled in your hands as you fired.

He stood poised, blasting away at wave after wave of the undead, completely in the zone. Shoko sidled up next to him, leaning casually against the machine, her eyes gleaming with an idea.

"You think you’re hot stuff, huh?" She said, watching as he took out another zombie with ease.

Satoru glanced over, raising an eyebrow. "Please, I’ve been beating this game since I've known how to pronounce the word "Gameboy". What are you getting at?"

Shoko smirked. "I’m saying let’s raise the stakes. One final round before we head out. You versus me, on the zombie shooter. Winner gets to make a bet."

Geto, munching on what was probably his fifth snack of the day, looked up with interest. "Now this I gotta see."

Satoru chuckled. "What kind of bet are we talking about?"

Shoko’s eyes glinted mischievously, as if she knew something that Satoru didn't. "If I win—which, let’s face it, I probably won’t—you have to sneak us into your parents’ lab. I’ve been dying to see what kind of tech they’re cooking up in there."

Satoru froze for a second, blinking at her as if she’d just suggested something insane. "You want me to break into my parents’ private research lab?" he asked incredulously.

Shoko shrugged, nonchalant as ever. "Yeah. What, scared I might actually win?"

Satoru narrowed his eyes, the competitive edge kicking in. "Fine. But when I win, you have to actually go with me to see Alien vs Spider-Ants III"

"Deal," Shoko said, grabbing the second gun controller from the holster.

They both positioned themselves in front of the screen, the machine lighting up with eerie green and red colors as the game counted down to start. Geto leaned on a nearby arcade machine, arms crossed, watching the showdown with a growing grin.

The game began, and for the first few rounds, Satoru dominated as expected, picking off zombies with perfect aim and precision. Shoko kept pace, but just barely, struggling to keep up with his rhythm. As the levels progressed and the zombies came faster, something shifted. Shoko’s aim became sharper, her reflexes quicker, and soon she was gunning down zombies with an accuracy that surprised both Satoru and Geto.

"Shoko, when did you get this good?" Satoru muttered, beads of sweat forming on his brow as the game threw its hardest challenges at them.

She didn’t answer, too focused on the screen, her face a picture of calm concentration. The crowd around them had thinned even more, but a few people gathered to watch the final showdown. The zombie boss loomed on the screen, huge and menacing, but Shoko remained unfazed.

It came down to the final seconds. Satoru’s score was high, but Shoko had caught up, and in a burst of perfect timing, she landed the final critical shot that sent the boss crashing to the ground.

The screen flashed: Player 2 Wins!

Satoru’s jaw dropped. Geto let out a low whistle, laughing. "Well, well, looks like you’ve been hustled, sweetheart."

Shoko stood there, grinning widely, her gun still in hand as she shot Satoru a triumphant look. "Guess it’s time for you to keep up your end of the deal, Gojo."

He shook his head in disbelief, but he couldn’t help smiling. "You seriously just pretended to not be good at this game so I could show you my parents' lab?"

"Looks like it," Shoko said, leaning the gun against the machine with a satisfied click. "Now, speaking of that lab..."

Satoru groaned, rubbing his temples. "You’re insane, you know that?"

"I know," she replied, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. "But come on, we’re not really gonna pass up an adventure, are we?"

The arcade buzzed softly around them, the flashing lights now dimming as closing time neared. The clock was ticking, and Satoru knew that tomorrow, or sometime soon, he’d be leading them on a whole different kind of game—one far more dangerous than any zombie shooter.. if he got caught that is.

Satoru couldn’t believe he was actually going through with this. The city lights of New Tokyo glowed around him as he led Shoko and Geto down a deserted alley that ran along the back of Gojo Enterprises’ research lab. The building was sleek and high-tech, its walls lined with reinforced glass and flashing security cameras, and the closer they got, the louder Satoru's heartbeat thudded in his chest.

They crouched near a loading dock, out of sight from the main entrance. The thrill of sneaking out in the dead of night was exhilarating, but the stakes felt entirely different now. He took a deep breath, trying to look calm even though his mind raced. After all, he’d convinced his parents' driver to drop them off by claiming they were going to a midnight movie—no one would suspect a thing until morning.

Shoko nudged him, a grin plastered on her face. “So, how are we getting in, Mr. Genius?”

Satoru pulled a small key card from the pocket of his baggy jeans. "Family card. They give one to all Gojo relatives for ‘emergency access,’" he said, quoting the excuse his parents had given when they handed it to him years ago. He’d never had a reason to use it—until now.

Geto raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been sitting on this secret card and never used it?”

“Didn’t exactly plan on breaking into my parents’ lab,” Satoru shot back, swiping the card on a hidden panel by the door. The scanner blinked green, and with a soft hiss, the heavy door slid open. “But let’s move fast. Cameras reset every five minutes, so we don’t have much time before they pick us up again.”

They slipped inside, careful to stay low and quiet as they made their way through a dimly lit corridor. The lab felt eerily empty, with the hum of machinery and faint, blinking lights from high-tech devices casting shadows across the walls. As they crept further into the building, they passed rows of glass cases displaying various prototypes—everything from sleek gadgets to high-tech robotics in the early stages of development.

Shoko’s eyes sparkled as she inspected the devices on display. “Wow, I had no idea they were working on stuff like this,” she whispered, leaning closer to get a look at a sleek, futuristic helmet inside one of the cases.

Geto chuckled softly. “Satoru, you’ve been holding out on us. This is some next-level tech.”

Satoru rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t hide a grin. “You think I know anything about this stuff? They don’t exactly invite me to company presentations.”

They reached the far end of the corridor, where a steel door loomed, marked with a glowing red Authorized Personnel Only sign. Satoru hesitated, glancing at Shoko and Geto, both of whom seemed unfazed.

"Well, here goes nothing," he muttered, swiping his card again. This time, the door opened into an expansive room filled with a dizzying array of tech—computer stations lined the walls, and strange devices blinked and whirred on metal tables. In the center of the room was a large glass chamber, towering over them with cables stretching to the ceiling and intricate wires weaving in and out of its frame.

"What… is this place?" Satoru whispered, his voice echoing slightly in the cavernous lab.

Shoko moved closer to the chamber, her curiosity overriding any fear. “Maybe… some kind of energy source? Or a containment unit?”

Geto joined her, nodding in agreement. “Looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. You sure your parents just work in tech?”

Satoru shrugged, suddenly feeling out of place in his own parents' world. “Beats me. They’re always secretive about what exactly goes on in here.”

They edged closer to the chamber, marveling at the sleek design and the strange, pulsing energy that seemed to radiate from within. Shoko reached a hand out to the glass, her eyes wide. “Think they’d notice if we touched—"

Before she could finish, a faint hum grew louder, and the chamber seemed to activate, the energy inside swirling in bright colors that almost hypnotized them. Alarms began to blare throughout the lab, red lights flashing along the walls.

Smoke poured into the room, thick and suffocating. Satoru coughed, his heart hammering as the reality of their situation sank in. He had known this was a risky plan, but he’d never expected things to spiral out of control like this. Alarms blared louder, echoing off the metal walls, and the sound of heavy footsteps told him that security guards were close—way too close.

Shoko’s eyes darted around the room, her face unusually serious. “Satoru, we need an exit, now!”

Geto was already tugging on his arm, but Satoru hesitated for one precious second, glancing back at the chamber they’d accidentally triggered. Whatever was inside it was still glowing, pulsating faster as if it were alive.

“Gojo, move!” Geto’s shout snapped him out of his thoughts.

He tore his gaze from the chamber and followed them through the smoke-filled lab, scanning the room for any possible way out. Just as he spotted a side exit, the security guards burst through the main entrance, their flashlights cutting through the smoke.

“Stop right there!” one of them yelled, reaching for his radio to call for backup.

Satoru bolted, adrenaline fueling him as they sprinted toward the side door. He could hear Shoko’s heavy breathing and Geto’s hurried footsteps right behind him. They reached the door just in time, slipping through and slamming it shut behind them. But they weren’t safe yet. A new alarm began to sound, signaling that the side exit had been breached, and they could hear the guards mobilizing to cut them off.

“This is bad—really bad,” Satoru muttered, his voice thick with fear. His parents would never forgive him if they found out he’d broken into their lab, especially after setting off all the alarms. And that’s if he was even lucky enough to make it out without getting caught.

“We’ll worry about that later,” Shoko said, her usual nonchalance now replaced by urgency. “Just focus on getting out of here!”

They rounded a corner, spotting a stairwell that led up to the rooftop. Without hesitation, they bolted up the steps, lungs burning as they climbed. Reaching the top, they burst out onto the rooftop, gulping in fresh air as they skidded to a halt. Below them, security lights swept across the alleyway, and they could hear more guards closing in.

“Look!” Geto pointed to an adjacent rooftop a short distance away.

Satoru’s stomach dropped at the sight, but with no other option, he nodded, steeling himself. “We jump on three.”

With synchronized breaths, they counted down, then ran full speed toward the edge, launching themselves into the air. Satoru’s heart skipped a beat as he flew over the gap, barely managing to land on his feet. Shoko and Geto landed beside him, all of them wobbling but standing.

As they darted toward the next stairwell, Satoru cast one last glance back at the lab, the pulsing glow of the chamber visible through the windows. He didn’t know what they had just unleashed—or what his parents would say when they found out—but he knew that after tonight, nothing would be the same.

Satoru barely had a moment to catch his breath, a triumphant grin just starting to form on his face when the sharp, searing pain shot through his hand. It felt as though fire had exploded beneath his skin, racing up his arm and spreading through his entire body in waves. His muscles locked up instantly, his limbs going rigid as he collapsed onto the rooftop, his vision blurring around the edges.

He tried to scream, but his mouth wouldn't move. He could only lie there, his mind whirling as he struggled to make sense of the pain.

"Satoru!" Shoko's voice cut through the haze, sharp and panicked. Her face swam into his vision, pale against the dark sky as she leaned over him, hands hovering helplessly. "Something bit him—a spider or...something, I don’t know!"

Geto knelt beside her, his own face stricken with worry. "Stay with us, man! Just breathe, slow breaths. You’re okay."

But Satoru was no way in hell okay; he got fucking bit by the damn predator it felt like. The pain was consuming, a hot, pulsing sensation that twisted and convulsed in his muscles. His vision swam, and his hearing faded, Shoko’s frantic voice becoming muffled as though he were underwater. He couldn’t even feel his limbs anymore, just the intense, searing agony and the terrifying sense that he was slipping away.

Focus, he tried to tell himself. Breathe.

But the harder he tried, the worse it got, until the world finally faded entirely, sinking into total blackness.

Satoru blinked, trying to shake off the lingering fog in his mind. The hospital room came into focus, sharp and clear—clearer than he could ever remember seeing, actually. His eyes darted around, adjusting to the sudden brightness that seemed to be assaulting his senses. Everything was so vivid, so intensely defined. His mind stuttered over the realization, then froze as he looked over at the nightstand and saw his glasses lying there, untouched.

He swallowed, the bitter taste in his mouth making him grimace. It was the kind of taste he associated with hospital medication, antiseptic and sharp, but it was nothing compared to the shock of realizing he could see perfectly fine without his glasses.

Satoru brought a shaky hand up to his face, feeling his bare skin where his frames usually rested. He stared at his fingers, noticing the faint prickling sensation running through his hand, where a painful, pulsing ache was subsiding. He clenched his hand experimentally, and to his surprise, the movement felt almost... unnatural. Powerful, even. But also slightly off, like he wasn’t entirely in control of his own strength.

His mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything. Just as he was about to sit up, the door creaked open, and a familiar face poked through—Shoko, eyes red-rimmed and worried, though she managed a weak grin when she saw he was awake.

"Satoru," she whispered, relief flooding her expression as she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. "You’re okay."

"Kind of feels like I got hit by a truck," he muttered, the sound of his own voice startling him with its newfound clarity. "But...I guess I’m fine." He hesitated, looking down at his bare hand, flexing it slowly. "Shoko, what happened? All I remember is that something bit me, and then… nothing."

Shoko glanced at the door, as if worried someone might overhear, then lowered her voice. "The doctors said it was some sort of spider bite. They were… surprised by how intense your reaction was. You were unconscious for almost a full day, Satoru. They were worried you’d need emergency care, but then you suddenly stabilized."

Satoru’s brow furrowed as he listened, the hospital room seeming to sharpen even further in his vision, every speck of dust, every crease in the bedsheets standing out. "A spider bite," he echoed, trying to wrap his head around it. He swallowed, feeling his heart rate start to quicken. "Shoko, this might sound weird, but... I don’t need my glasses."

She looked at him, momentarily confused. "What? Like... your vision’s better?"

"Perfect," he said, still half in disbelief. "Everything’s way sharper than before. And it’s not just my sight—it’s like my whole body feels different. Stronger, somehow."

Shoko’s eyes widened slightly as she watched him, the hints of worry creeping back into her expression. "Maybe… I don’t know. The doctors didn’t say anything about side effects from the bite. I figured you’d just need some meds and rest, but..." She bit her lip. "Maybe this is something else."

"Yeah, maybe," Satoru murmured, glancing down at his hand, flexing it again to see if he could detect any more changes. His hand was still tingling slightly, and for a second, he could swear he felt something coursing through him, like an electric hum simmering just under the surface.

He went quiet seeing how worried his friend had become over his current state and thought quickly to change the subject.

"So what did you tell my parents and did they find out?"

Shoko's gaze softened, and she looked away, scratching the back of her neck. "Well, I... I didn't really have to tell them much," she admitted, her voice dropping. "Your parents didn’t exactly come rushing to check on you."

Satoru nodded, the familiar sting settling in his chest. Of course they hadn’t shown up—not that he’d truly expected them to. They were probably too busy to be bothered with a minor "incident" like their only son lying unconscious in a hospital bed.

"But don’t worry," Shoko continued quickly, "Geto and I took care of everything. We told the doctors it was some freak accident at an arcade and that you didn't want to bother your family. Geto's great at talking to adults, so he handled most of it. I made sure the story didn’t get too detailed, just in case anyone decided to contact your parents."

Satoru managed a small smile, the weight lifting slightly. "You guys are lifesavers. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Shoko grinned, folding her arms over her chest. “Yeah, well, I’m not missing my friend’s birthday just because he’s out cold in a hospital bed. Besides, that’s what friends are for, right?”

He relaxed a bit, letting himself enjoy the normalcy her words brought. "Still, sorry for dragging you both into this. I swear I’m done with ‘birthday dares’ for a while.”

“Oh, come on. Just means next year we’ll have to top it,” Shoko teased, the worry lifting from her face for the first time. “But no science labs this time. That’s my rule.”

Satoru chuckled, feeling that bittersweet blend of relief and exhaustion.

Satoru left the hospital the next morning, a strange mix of anticipation and uncertainty bubbling under his skin. Shoko and Geto stayed by his side, laughing and teasing him as he forged his parents signatures on the discharge papers and threw on his jacket. On the outside, everything seemed normal. But with each step out of the hospital and into the bustling streets of New Tokyo, Satoru couldn’t ignore the surreal sensations coursing through him.

As they walked, he noticed the colors around him seemed richer, more vivid. The sunlight was brighter than ever, and he could even make out the distant hum of traffic and the rhythmic beat of footsteps on the street in a way he’d never noticed before. Sounds that used to blend into the background now came alive with distinct clarity, like the street vendors calling out their deals or the faint clinking of coins in a cup. He found himself grinning, though he quickly covered it, hoping Shoko and Geto wouldn’t catch on.

Once he parted ways with his friends, Satoru ducked into an alley, eager to test out just how far these changes went. He glanced around, then focused on the nearest building, a three-story structure with narrow ledges and windowsills. He flexed his hands and felt that faint tingle from before, almost like his muscles were thrumming with energy, as though something deep within him was waiting to be unleashed.

With a burst of confidence, he reached up and grabbed the edge of the first window ledge. His hand seemed to stick to the surface, and he felt a strange ease as he hoisted himself up with barely any effort. Climbing felt natural, almost instinctual, as he scaled the building effortlessly, moving from ledge to ledge until he reached the top, breathing only slightly heavier than normal. He looked down, heart pounding with excitement as he realized just how far he'd come with barely a bead of sweat.

For the next few days, Satoru honed these strange abilities in secret. He found that he could leap several feet in the air, lifting his entire weight with ease, and his reflexes had sharpened to the point that he could catch a falling object before it hit the ground without even thinking about it. At home, he practiced in his room, keeping his movements swift and silent. But hiding his new powers became tricky when it came to everyday life.

He had to remind himself to walk at a normal pace, not to slam doors by accident, and to avoid overdoing it when reaching for things. More than once, he found himself gripping something—like a cup or a book—only to nearly crush it in his hands. He made a habit of wearing gloves in front of his family to keep them from noticing how sticky his grip seemed to be at times.

At school, he kept his distance, careful not to reveal just how fast he could dodge or how precise his aim had become. His classmates might have thought he was just focused on his studies, but in reality, he was constantly aware of every sound, every movement around him, his senses alive with newfound sharpness.

Yet, every time he looked in the mirror, Satoru felt a pang of disbelief. This new strength was thrilling, but the mystery of what exactly had happened to him—and what else might still change—kept him on edge. The spider bite had unlocked something inside him, something that seemed beyond his understanding, and for now, all he could do was keep it hidden and hope it wouldn’t get him into even more trouble.

"Yo, earth to Satoru! For fucksakes man, I've been calling you for about five minutes. You good?" Geto questioned his bestfriend, flicking the boy's head.

Satoru blinked seeming hyper aware of his surroundings once more, sitting at the lunch table with his friends.

"Shoko was explaining that she has free time to go see that aliens movie if you still wanna go... Hey, since when did you start wearing contacts?"

Satoru cleared his throat, forcing a grin as he adjusted his seat. "Oh, yeah—uh, thought I'd try the contacts thing. Glasses were getting annoying, you know?" He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling an uncomfortable warmth creep up as Geto and Shoko both kept their eyes on him.

Shoko arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, but she let it slide, taking a long sip of her milk tea. “Right. Well, if you’re done spacing out, are you still down for the movie tonight?”

“Of course!” Satoru said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. He winced, then shrugged, trying to play it off as nonchalance. “I mean, yeah, sounds good. I could use the distraction.”

Geto leaned back, crossing his arms and studying him thoughtfully. "Okay, but seriously, man, something’s different about you. You’re... taller? And last week you had those huge bags under your eyes, but now…” He squinted, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “It’s like you’ve hit some weird puberty growth spurt overnight.”

Satoru forced another laugh, brushing off his friends' observations with a dismissive wave. "Maybe I just finally got a good night's sleep. Been hitting the books too hard, I guess.”

Shoko wasn’t buying it. She watched him closely, her gaze drifting from his eyes to his posture, noting the way he seemed more poised, almost... alert, like he was holding back some bound-up energy. She shook her head slightly but decided to hold her tongue, letting Geto do most of the interrogating.

“Alright, fine,” Geto finally relented, shrugging. “Guess puberty is just hitting you like a truck, or maybe all those spider bites actually boosted your immune system or something.”

“Yeah, maybe it’s the spider bites,” Satoru muttered, forcing himself to look casual as he took a bite of his food, trying not to think about how true those words were.

As they settled back into their usual banter, Satoru’s mind wandered again, this time with a strange sense of exhilaration. He couldn’t wait to test the limits of his newfound abilities later, though he knew he’d have to be careful around Shoko and Geto. They might not have figured out his secret yet, but one wrong move, and they’d be onto him in no time.

The theater was packed, buzzing with the energy of weekend crowds as Satoru met up with Geto and Shoko by the concession stand. They handed him a large soda and a bag of popcorn, and the three of them made their way to their seats, laughing and chatting about random nonsense as the previews rolled.

Settling in, Satoru tried to focus on the movie as it started, the eerie music and ominous landscapes immersing him in the story. But not long after the first scene, a strange sensation began to creep over him—a tingling sense of unease prickling the back of his neck. He shifted in his seat, glancing around the theater, but everyone was engrossed in the movie, their faces dimly lit by the flickering screen.

“Satoru, you good?” Geto whispered, catching his movement.

"Yeah," Satoru replied quickly, forcing a casual smile. "Just... bathroom break, I’ll be back." He slipped out of his seat and exited the theater, the sensation growing stronger with each step he took.

The hallway outside the theater was quiet, with only the faint sounds of distant movie scenes filtering through the walls. Satoru turned toward the restroom, hoping the walk would shake the feeling off. Just as he rounded a corner, however, he heard muffled voices. A quick glance confirmed it: near the vending machines at the far end of the hall, a young girl was cornered by three men, their postures aggressive, her expression one of fear.

His heartbeat quickened, and he took a step closer, instinctively straightening, his mind racing. One of the men looked up and noticed him, his mouth twisting into a sneer.

"Hey, kid," the guy called out, his voice low and menacing, "mind your own business unless you want trouble."

Satoru froze for a moment, considering his options. He clenched his fists, then forced himself to nod and back away, walking to the restroom as if he hadn’t seen anything. But the uneasy feeling gnawed at him, intensifying with every step. There was no way he could just ignore it, not after what he’d seen.

Then, his gaze landed on a rack of merchandise near the entrance—specifically, an alien mask sold as part of a popcorn tub set. An idea sparked, and before he knew it, he grabbed the mask, slipping it over his head as he moved back toward the hallway. He made sure to pull the hood of his jacket up over it, creating a makeshift disguise. Heart pounding, he squared his shoulders and strode back toward the vending machines.

The men were still there, laughing and murmuring threats to the girl, who looked like she was struggling to hold back tears.

"Hey," Satoru called out, his voice slightly muffled by the mask. His stance was calm, but his body thrummed with the same strange energy he’d been feeling all week. "Leave her alone."

The men turned, looking stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Look, it’s a freaking alien coming to save the day!” one of them sneered, stepping closer. “You better walk away now, or you’re gonna regret it.”

Satoru felt a surge of confidence, his senses heightened, and without another word, he lunged forward, his fist connecting with the guy’s stomach hard. A loud crunch was heard (okay Satoru definitely needed to learn how to pull his punches.) The man stumbled back, clutching his middle in shock coughing in agony, and the others gaped before snarling and moving toward him. But Satoru was ready.

He ducked a punch, easily sidestepping and sweeping the man’s leg out from under him, watching as he tumbled to the floor. The other grabbed his shoulder, but Satoru twisted, using his newfound strength to wrench free and land another hit square in the man’s jaw. The guy staggered back, dazed, and before they could regroup, Satoru shot the girl a quick nod.

“Run. Now,” he said, his voice steady.

The girl hesitated, then nodded gratefully and took off down the hall. The men were left disoriented, clutching their bruises as they glared at him.

“You freak!” one of them shouted, reaching out for Satoru again, but he dodged, throwing one final punch that sent the guy crashing against the candy stand. With his heart pounding and his muscles humming, Satoru straightened, watching as the men scrambled to their feet and bolted out of the hall.

"I'd put some ice on those ribs.. maybe see a doctor." He called out after them.

Satisfied, he adjusted the alien mask and slipped back into the theater, where Shoko and Geto were too immersed in the movie to notice his absence. He pulled off the mask, hiding it in his jacket with a quiet, exhilarated breath.

He'd never felt so alive.

As Satoru settled back into his seat, the adrenaline still coursing through him, he felt an odd mix of exhilaration and relief. The movie flickered on, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about what just happened. He glanced at Shoko and Geto, who were completely engrossed in the film, unaware of the small battle he had just fought.

The eerie atmosphere of the movie now felt different to him; it was as if the tension on screen mirrored the heightened state he was in. He shifted in his seat, letting the popcorn bag settle in his lap as he tried to ground himself in the moment. But the feeling of empowerment lingered, nudging at the corners of his mind.

After a few moments, Geto turned to him, a bemused expression on his face. “What took you so long? Did you get lost in there or something?”

Satoru chuckled, brushing it off. “Yeah, just had a little trouble finding the restroom.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn, trying to focus on the movie and not the chaos he'd just left behind. But the image of the girl’s frightened face haunted him.

“Bet you’re glad to be back,” Shoko said, not looking away from the screen. “I heard the part where the spider-ant emerged from the woman's stomach—such a classic jump scare!”

“Totally,” Satoru replied, forcing enthusiasm into his tone. But inside, he was still replaying the confrontation in his head. He didn’t just intervene; he had fought back.

As the movie progressed, Satoru found himself occasionally glancing at the exit, half-expecting the men to return, though they were likely long gone. The thrill of standing up to them filled him with a strange sense of purpose.

“What are you thinking about?” Geto asked, noticing Satoru’s distracted demeanor.

“Just… the movie,” he said, forcing a grin. “It’s pretty intense.” He leaned back, trying to blend into the ambiance of the theater, but the incident weighed heavily on him.

Finally, as the credits began to roll, Satoru felt the energy of the theater shift. People started to stand and chatter, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed to do more. He leaned over to Shoko and Geto.

“Hey, what if we check out that comic shop down the street after this? I heard they have some new releases,” he suggested, hoping to keep the momentum of their night going.

“Sounds good to me!” Shoko replied, stretching her arms. “I could use a new read.”

Geto shrugged. “Sure, why not? Just make sure you don’t get us into any trouble, alien boy.”

Satoru laughed, feeling lighter. “No promises.” As they made their way out of the theater, he took a deep breath, the cool air outside refreshing against his skin. Maybe tonight would be the start of something new for him—something more than just movies and popcorn.

Two Years Later…

At seventeen, Satoru Gojo stood tall, his once-scrawny frame now replaced with defined rippling muscles, the result of relentless training and countless nights spent honing his powers. His snowy white hair had grown out in unruly waves (he should probably cut it), which he made no effort to tame. His dimples—something he never knew he had until recently—now made every smirk dangerous, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed by his classmates, who were starting to call him "unreasonably good-looking." Adding to the change were the black stud earrings glinting on both ears, giving him an effortlessly cool edge.

He slid a pair of sleek, pitch-black circular shades onto his face, shielding his hypersensitive sapphire-blue eyes from the glaring sunlight that threatened to overwhelm his vision. His eyes, once a challenge to focus, had become razor-sharp weapons. He could spot movement from blocks away, read the most subtle shifts in a person’s body language, and detect danger long before it arrived. But with these new skills came the annoying side effect of photosensitivity—regular daylight now felt like staring into a floodlight, hence the constant use of his shades.

It wasn’t just his body that had evolved—his entire life had shifted. For the past two years, Satoru had been living a double life, one that required not only skill but secrecy. By day, he was just another high school student at a private academy, juggling exams, family expectations, and the occasional run-in with Shoko and Geto. But by night, he was someone else entirely: Spider-Man, the masked vigilante swinging through the streets of New Tokyo.

The Suit

His transformation into Spider-Man hadn’t been easy. It had taken months of trial and error, sneaking into restricted areas of Gojo Enterprise’s labs, using the tech his parents had locked behind biometric doors and firewalls. He’d spent countless nights disassembling prototypes, siphoning materials, and testing equipment in secret. With no one to guide him, everything was self-taught—a series of failed experiments, some of which nearly blew up in his face. But eventually, the pieces fell into place, and the suit he envisioned became reality.

The final product was a sleek, custom-designed suit with a unique color palette that felt entirely his own. The base was matte black, hugging his athletic frame like a second skin. Blue accents streaked down the sides of his arms and legs, giving the suit a dynamic, aerodynamic look. And over his chest and back was the unmistakable insignia of a spider, rendered in bright white, striking a perfect balance against the black background.

He’d integrated tech from Gojo Enterprise into the suit, scavenging from discarded prototypes and building his own systems. The gloves housed web shooters—miniature, pressurized devices capable of firing synthetic webs strong enough to hold a car. His boots were equipped with magnetic grips that allowed him to cling to any surface effortlessly, and the suit itself was lined with a lightweight polymer, providing enhanced durability without sacrificing mobility.

Inside the mask, he’d embedded sensors that worked like augmented reality displays, feeding him real-time data—heat signatures, environmental readings, and even surveillance feeds he’d hacked from public cameras. He didn’t just fight crime; he studied it, locked in on threats with laser focus, moving like a shadow through the streets.

A Double Life

Two years of living like this had given him more confidence than he ever thought possible. No longer was he the awkward, nerdy kid struggling to fit in. He was stronger, faster, smarter—and it showed. His parents barely noticed the difference, too preoccupied with their business ventures to pay attention to his personal life, but that was just as well. It made it easier to keep his secret. Despite his parents not noticing; his classmates certainly did. Especially the girls.

To his friends, he was still Satoru, the same cocky kid they’d grown up with—just with a bit more... swag (cringe) now. He still met up with Shoko and Geto regularly, playing it cool as if he wasn’t sneaking out at night to swing from rooftops and take down gangs, smugglers, and corrupt politicians. They had no idea about the Spider-Man persona he’d created, and he intended to keep it that way. For now.

But even with all the training, the fights, and the wins, he knew this life wasn’t just fun and games. New Tokyo was a city of shadows, with forces far more dangerous than petty thieves lurking in its corners. And if he wanted to survive, he had to keep evolving—both as Satoru Gojo and Spider-Man.

He stood on the edge of a high-rise building, the night wind tugging at his hood, the city sprawling beneath him in a sea of glowing lights. A subtle smirk played on his lips as he adjusted his mask, tucking the alien mask that had started it all into his belt as a lucky charm.

"Alright," he whispered to himself, the thrill of the hunt thrumming through his veins. "Maximum effort, I got a chem test to study for.. just a quick patrol."

With a flick of his wrist, he fired a webline, the familiar thwip sound bringing a rush of excitement. The line caught on a nearby skyscraper, and in one smooth motion, Satoru launched himself into the night, disappearing into the cityscape like a shadow with a purpose.

Author's note: AHHHH! I've been working on this piece for months and I've done everything in my power to make sure it was perfect! I really hope everyone likes it because I really have worked super hard to make this the best piece of fiction I've ever put out. I plan to make the full story over on Ao3 if this gets enough positive feedback. Yes, Y/n has not been mentioned yet but she is coming and will be present and center in the next installment. The first big baddie is also going to be in the next chapter as well. I also want to note that this story is going to be very angst heavy so prepare yourselves. My last words of the night are be kind to one another, drink water, and live laugh love Gojo Satoru!

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Woooh I've been a bit MIA for the most part lately but it's been for good reason...Kali I'm on the last chapter before proof.. my book is damn near DONE BABES! And unfortunately not a speck of smut in sight but there might be a love scene in the sequel. Unfortunately, my parents have to read this novel as it's hopefully going to be my debut and I 100% refuse to let them know what I find hot. They don't deserve that.

I'm also writing a Sample Writing piece so I can go back to school. So I'm giving myself more work.

I never got my fried cheese, but the craving went away with my time of the month, so I'm okily dokily.

I generally ONLY like mozz sticks and cheese curds from a greasy bar. Is it the best place to eat? NO. BUT if I have one more cheese curd served with a three house sauces and not ONE of them is marinara I'm going to freak. Worse is when they try to give you No sauce and then say, we don't serve marinara. Then why tf do you have cheese curds?

Anyway... onto my thoughts this evening.

Big celebrations with ya mans. I'm thinking

Gojo, has to go all out. He takes the day off. He showers you in gifts (nothing expensive just things he knows you like) take you out to an elaborate dinner to top before taking you home and making you forget your name. Like you aren't sure what happened or how you ended up on the kitchen counter, but Gojo's house keeper is not entertained when she finds you both naked on her previously clean counter

Geto is more low key and sophisticated a good dinner, some dancing. He let's you pick your favorite spot out and orders you the good dessert. You get home and yes he does pipe you down. Respectfully.

Nanami, he does not like going out. Something about him screams home body to me. He cooks you dinner. Candles, flowers, the whole 9 just at home. He still gets dressed nicely. Lays out a pretty dress so you feel sexy. His reward to you for your celebration is like 4 orgasms on his tongue. He doesn't ask for reciprocation, this night's about you..but you give it to him anyway.

Toji... you're getting dick. Metaphorically and physically. Like he's not buying you shit but he is dicking you down. Like can't walk the next day Dicking you down. You can't even complain. You're satisfied. Your toes barely move without twitching. He does, however, make you toaster waffles the next morning. With orange juice.

Choso...sweet baby that he is...plans something elaborate ..that does not happen. He planned to do the Nanami thing and cook for you and give you a nice relaxing day. But he failed to remember he could not cook. Nearly burnt the damn apartment down. Instead, he orders your favorite take out. Puts on your favorite movie and let's you put your cold ass feet just under his legs to keep them warm. You end up making love on the couch while he's praying you don't smell the burnt food he had to throw away...you do but it's okay cause he's cute.

One stress done and another ready to beat my ass- 🧠

🧠nonny! sorry ml ive been so tired and busy myself i couldnt get to your ask, i have a little back log i still need to get through 😭.

First congrats on your book! That's amazingggg! Smut isn't needed and yeah definitely not if your parents are going to read it 😭😭.

Oooh are you going to go back to school for writing? I love the commitment!

"Worse is when they try to give you No sauce and then say, we don't serve marinara. Then why tf do you have cheese curds?"

NO OKAY CAUSE REAL!!! Or if you can tell the marinara they are using is old/not fresh, urgh.

Also fhjdasfkjhagdfhjab lmfao i know gojo house cleaner would quit if she wasnt getting paid so well. i cant imagine the messes she be coming across. but totally agreed!

Oooh and Geto! I bet hes such a good dancer too, so smooth. I see him being good at salsa and that shit be so touchy/sensual y'all ripping each other clothes off by the time you get home.

Ah yes, Nanami home is his castle! I can also imagine that with lots of flower petals, candles and essential oil. you'd feel like you were somewhere else the way he'd transform your living room.

TOJI MY MANNNNNNN. LISTEN I WILL GLADY TAKE THE TOASTER WAFFLES AND OJ (THAT I BOUGHT AT THE GROCERY STORE) OVER ANYTHING ELSE!!! <333

"Puts on your favorite movie and let's you put your cold ass feet just under his legs to keep them warm."

SEE IM CRYING NOW CAUSE THATS MY BABY GIRL AND THAT IS A NECESSITYYYY!!!! I absolutely love that, esp cause my feet are always cold tbh. He's so cuteeee ahhhh i love him. This was super cute!

What about Sukuna though? I feel like he would need Uraume to remind him of the big event, then Uraume would fine out what you like, buy it and then sukuna will give it to you lmfaoooo

[dumpycheeks]

This is a fanfic of a fanfic called Tsunami by @11queensupreme11, as of the last few days it has been on my mind far too much. It takes place during February after Yuta left for Africa.

"Why so Blue?"

The group of teens waited in the training fields.

"Where is Hime she is suposed to be here to train!" Maki says as she stomped around.

"Eh?! Good question! Where is she?!" Panda asked.

"I'll go look for her." Megumi says as he stands and makes his way back to the dorms.

"Good! Since you are the one who'll be paired up with her." Maki says.

"Are you sure? I mean he and her trained a lot together already surely they already know each others strengths and weaknesses." Panda says as he looks in the direction the boy left in.

"Senpai?" Gumi says as he knocking on her bedroom door. After a bit he heard the sound of a chair screach on. He could feel that she wasn't standing on the other side of the door.

"Senpai?" He says as he knocked once more. She opened the door revealing her room was covered in papers. She opens the door hiding on the otherside.

"Gumi-chan." She says as she stepped to be visible to the upcoming first year. Who was shocked by her appearance. Her hair wasn't in it's trained curls instead being straight and everywhere. She was in a light blue nightgown. Around her eyes was bright red and her cheeks were puffy.

"Senpai?" He says his breath voice coming out shakier than intended. Clearly alarmed by her appearance.

"Oh. Gummi don't look at me like that. I know I'm not all put together right now but I'm not that bad right?"

"Er... No senpai you still look like your cute self." He says trying to help calm her. But he couldn't help but get a little hopeful. Did it finally happen? Did they finally break up?! The excitement built in his lower stomach but he held down. No Megumi this isn't the time. We should comfort her.

"Thanks. Gumi, your just the cutest Kohai." She says as she makes space in the doorway for him to join her in the room which he accepts graciously.

"Your always saying that." He says as he analyzed the room much better. "What happened here it looks like a tornado went through?" He questioned. It was highly unusual for her to not be organized. I guess that was the theme for to day though. "What is up with all these papers? Gojo decide to leave all of the school work for the end of the year?"

"Of course not! Gojo-sensei is a bit more responsible than that!" She says and received an eye roll in response.

"Then what is it?"

"It's nothing. You'll make fun of me for sure."

"Try me." He says as he moved the papers off her bed and sat down.

"It's just uh..." She says as she tries to straighten out the papers. "I finished reading The Song of Achilles, because Yuta recommended it to me."

"You've been crying over a book?!" He questioned. Feeling very disappointed.

"See, I told you you'd make fun of me!"

"I'm not." He says throwing his hands up in defense. "I'm not." He bites his tongue holding himself back from shaking her and telling her that this was an example of her being too weak for this line of work. "Do you need a hug?" He says and she throws herself at him. He held her earnestly rubbing circles into her shoulderblades. "It's just a silly book."

"It's not a silly book! It's a sad book."

"Clearly."

+10,000 miles away

Ill call Fushiguro then.

Yuta growled as he watches his monitor. "Stop Touching her and Leave." He growled. But, as if to spite the man and nothing else Fushiguro does not leave instead he holds her. I should have put a microphone in her room as well! What are they saying. Grrr! What has her so upset! I keep texting her and calling her but she isn't checking on her phone.

He knew it wouldn't be the best idea but if he chose his words carefully it wouldn't raise any alarms.

The phone rings.

Fushiguro without looking at who was calling answered the phone. "What do you want." He bark growled.

"I am sorry. I hope I didn't catch you during a mission or something!" Yuta says feigning shock. Fushiguro's eyes widened but only slightly.

"Is that Yuta?" He heard Hime says. Fushiguro knod his head.

"What is he saying." Hime asked Fushiguro quietly.

"Well you did so if you'd excuse me." The Ten Shadows Technique user states. And Yuta grinds his teeth together in annoyance.

"I thought I heard Hime do you think you could put My Girlfriend on the phone for me?" He asks trying not to sound as peeved as he truly was.

"No. Now if you'll excuse me Okkotsu." Megumi goes to hang up.

"Put Her on the phone Fushiguro. I know she close to you."

"Whatever." He says as he hands her the phone.

"Hello love." He says smiling.

"Hello Yuta." She says. "What did you call Gumi-chan for?"

"I was worried about you. You hadn't responded to any of my texts or calls."

"You Texted and Called?!" She squeaked out. And almost threw Fushiguro's phone. "I'm sorry I don't even know where my phone is!" She says as she starts to tear apart her room even more somehow. Yuta couldn't help but to coo at her obsurd behavior.

"Have you checked your desk?" He asked. She looked under her books and found it where he says.

"I found it. I'm sorry Yuta I'll give Gumi back his phone now." She says as she handed her Kohai back his phone.

"Like I said we are on a mission right now. So don't call me..." Fushiguro is cut off quickly

"I'm sorry I understand! Bye now." He says as he hangs up.

[koishiro]

# - 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : fluff, suggestive

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Satoru Gojo 五条悟

This man’s ego - my god…

He would be surprised at first, not expecting you to come waltzing up to him and plant a big kiss on his lips

Would be so cocky if this were to happen

But he is in no way complaining, nu-uh, no way

In fact, this makes him ecstatic

And if you kissed him in public? He’d be the happiest man on earth

His ego would 100% fly through the roof

Would probably start screaming at the top of his lungs at how he has the best partner in the world

But you think you can just walk away after that? Think again;

“Oh? And what was that for? Am I just that irresistible that you can’t keep your hands - or should I say lips off me? No no don’t you walk off! C’mere and give me my kisses!!”

Suguru Geto 下戸傑

Geto would be completely chill about this

You try and sneak up on this man? Good luck

He’d probably sense you walking towards him and automatically put his arm out ready to wrap around your waist

And when you do eventually kiss his lips, he’d throw some smart sarcastic remark your way

But of course he says it with love ♡

He’d reply to your kiss in such a… sexual/sensual way

All you came for was for some lovin’ and you left with knees wobblin’

He’d definitely start with a teasing tone which slowly turns to a whisper by the end of his sentence

“Does my darling want attention that bad? Hm? Disturbing me while I’m working just to get a single kiss? Surely that’s not enough to last you, let me give you some more so you can hold off a little longer ‘till tonight yeah?”

Itadori Yuji いたどりゆうじ

Shuts him up real quick-

Would be *shook*

Like literally malfunctions

Even if you’ve kissed a hundred times before, he will still get shocked and nervous every single time without fail

After a few minutes of malfunctioning, a smile will slowly grow on his face and a blush dusting his cheeks

He’d just be a happy lil boy 🥺

Would probably quietly ask for more in a really shy tone while playing with the hem of his shirt

He’d have his puppy eyes out and all-

How can you deny such cuteness?! 😤

“W-what was that for? Did something happen? N-ot that I’m complaining or anything! I’d never complain about your kisses!! In fact, if I was on my death bed the last thing I’d want is your kisses-wait no! I didn’t mean it like that! I meant it would be the first thing I’d want but the last thing before I die!… can you do it again?”

Fushiguro Megumi 伏黒恵

Would not be expecting it

He’d probably be sat somewhere reading a book with you cuddled into his side when you decided to lean up and plant a quick kiss on his lips

Pauses for a good, long minute, trying to process what the fuck just happened

He’s not used to affection so this was a *shock* to him

It was so quick he wasn’t sure if it even happened or if he’s that deprived of you

If it wasn’t for your read ears being a dead give away he’d definitely think it was his imagination

But anyway,

When he realises what just happened he’d tease you to turn the attention away from him

And give him enough time to calm his heart before it jumped out of his chest

But, like Suguru, you know he says it with love

He’d definitely turn the situation around tho

You give him a kiss? He’ll just give you x10 more

“U-uhm - why - wha- you shouldn’t kiss someone without consent y’know. Why are you moving away? C’mere, did I say I didn’t want your kisses? No. Maybe if you come back I’ll reward you with my own kisses, how does that sound?”

Kugisaki Nobara 釘崎野薔薇

Bitch she’d be so smug I-

She’d be rambling on about a new discount she heard about or a new series of her favourite show that you two must watch when-

Smooch

You just plant a big smooch on her lips quickly cutting off whatever rambling she was going on about

She’d first think that was your way of shutting her up (which is not too far fetched) and was about to give you a piece of her mind until she realises that it was just you displaying your affection towards her

She’d have a shit eating grin with her eyebrows going up and down suggestively

She’d tease you back by doing smooching and kissy sounds

Which would lead to her chasing you around, trying to get you back

Like Gojo, she would not hesitate to tell everyone and their mothers how she has the best partner out of everyone 😌

Would fight anyway that says otherwise

“WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! AM I TH- oh. Oh. Did you need me that badly that you couldn’t wait until I finished my sentence? Would you like me to return the favour hm? Where’r you going?! Coming back! I just want to show my own affection to my beautiful partner!!!”

Toji 杜氏

Daddy over here-

Sorry sorry, Toji over here would see this coming from a mile away

No doubt in my mind

Tryna sneak up on him behind the couch to land your ultimate rain of terror? Nice try

He’d simply lean his head back and stare up at your upside-down form with a shit eating grin plastered on his face

You still lean down to give him his kiss though

And you best know that one kiss won’t suffice

He’ll grab the back of your head and keep you planted on his lips until you both run out of air

I expect nothing less

He’ll then ‘apologise’ for ruining your grand master plan

“…’m sorry, didn’t mean to ruin it for you, but how could I stop myself when you’re looking this pretty hm? Especially when you’re on top - what? Why’re you lookin’ at me like that? You want more? After trying to attack me? Brats like you don’t deserve more but I’m sure I can forgive you if you run along to the bedroom and be a good girl like I know you can”

Zen’in Maki 禪院真希

I’d sell my soul for this girl idc

I can already imagine;

Training with Maki is fun and all but you wanted to add some *spice*

So, while Maki was ready to pounce on you with her glaive you quickly used yours to sweep her off her feet

Quite literally

But due to her quick reflexes, she drags you down with her

And her swapping places with you which resulted in her being on top and her glaive to your throat (😏)

But you paid no mind to the sharp object that could definitely take your life and leaned up towards her face and planted a quick peck to her lips

Bam, Maki is now out of commission

And you took your chance to swap places once more, now with you on top

Once she comes back to earth and realises what the fuck you just did she’d actually be quite proud of you

She’d put on her ‘sexy eyes’ and look up at you through her lashes ikykwim

Wanting to make you nervous, she’d slowly trail her hands up from the sides of your waist up towards your back and finding their destination at the front of chest

To which she uses to her advantage and flips you back under again…

“Oh I see how it is, you wanted to trick me is that it? I have such a smart girl don’t I? I think the winner deserves another kiss don’t you? Come closer baby so I can give you your reward - surprised I tricked you? It’s not nice is it? How does it feel to be on the receiving end hm?”

Inumaki Toge 狗巻棘

I’m malfunctioning just thinking about this boy

HE’D BE SO CUTE OMGBDFHEBBWJ

You’d both just be laying on the grass with you curled into Toge’s side, shaded by the tree above you while he had his eyes closed

The perfect opportunity

He pays you no mind when he feels you shift around, presuming you’re trying to find a comfortable spot

What he doesn’t expect though was for him to feel something soft against his lips

Did you just kiss him?

Opening one eye to stare down at you to make sure he wasn’t dreaming

Your smile says it all

He’d instantly go bright red at the realisation

So overwhelmed by happiness and a fuzzy feeling in his heart, he’d grab you with both arms and hug you so tight

He’d roll on top of you and just stare down at you with such love in his eyes it was almost overwhelming

He’d pull down the zipper of his collar and ask for more 🥹

But in onigri ingredients of course 🙄🤚

He’d be stuttering and telling you how bad it is for his health when you do things like that

And all you can do is nod your head in agreement at whatever rice-ball-ingredient-language rant he’s having

Translation: “Did you just kiss me? Really? Ahh how can you be so forward?? Do you not care about my health? What if I die from a heart attack huh? Then what? You should kiss me some more to make it better, y’know, just in case”

Nanami Kento 七海健人

Like Suguru, he’d be completely chill about this

He’d just be reading his newspaper when you come skipping along and smacked a big kiss on his lips

Depending on his mood, this could go one of two ways;

He’d just simply stare at you, wondering where that came from

He might even go as far as thinking that he’d missed some kind of event or celebration of some kind - maybe an anniversary?

No, couldn’t be, he’d marked all your anniversaries on the calender

So he’d just continue staring at you for a moment before turning back to his newspaper like nothing happened

Or;

He’d stare up at you before his gaze slowly travels further down your body before meeting your eyes again

Getting the hint that there’s something else you want, more than just a simple kiss

He’d place his newspaper to the side and cross one leg overtop of the other while he rolls up the sleeves of his button up before crossing them as well before saying,

“Well that was unexpected, what happened there huh? Something made you happy love? You should do this more often, I quite enjoy your affection. How about you show me what other kind of affection you have pent up in that small body of yours darling…”

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=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋 : okay but I had so much fun writing this-

— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[lemonlover1110]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖

𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Lactation, Nipple Play, Vaginal Fingering

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“My love!” Satoru crouches down on the floor and opens his arms to receive his daughter’s warm hug. He wraps his arms around his daughter, and he wants to hug her with all his strength but he knows he can’t leave the poor girl breathless. “How was your day?”

“It was good, daddy!” She exclaims, pushing away her father who doesn’t seem like is going to let go. Satoru laughs before letting go of his daughter.

“Where’s your mommy?” He asks. You’re more likely with your son but he wants to know just in case he barges into the nursery and wakes up his sleeping son.

“Changing bubba’s diaper.” She answers. Satoru picks up his daughter from the floor, earning a whine from the newly independent girl, and begins to walk upstairs. He practically runs, not wanting to waste a minute more. He just wants to see you.

“My love.” He smiles at you, watching you rock back and forth in the rocking chair, trying to get your nine-month-old to fall asleep. He puts his daughter down before walking over to you to press a kiss on your forehead. You smile at him before he brings his lips down and presses them against yours. “I can take him.”

“Alright.” You pass your son to your husband, knowing that your son immediately falls asleep when he’s in your husband’s arms. A blessing and a curse for Satoru. Satoru coos as he takes the baby into his arms, and the baby immediately yawns.

You stand up from the rocking chair and walk over to your daughter. “C’mon, honey. Let’s go eat something.”

-

“They’re both knocked out.” Satoru enters the room with a mischievous smile on his face. You put your bookmark in your book before putting it on your nightstand, raising your eyebrow as you look at your husband. He’s up to something.

“Satoru, what are you-” You begin and he gets on top of you on the bed. That answers your question. His hands cup your face as he brings his lips down to kiss yours. Your hands go to the back of his neck, pulling him down even more.

His tongue enters your mouth and presses against yours. But he’s quick to take it out, ready for more. He kisses down your neck, locating your sweet spot and sucking on it. The lowest moan leaves your lips, and it sounds so sweet to him. His hands begin to pull down the straps of your tank top so he can slip it off easier.

He stops sucking on your neck and continues kissing down until he pulls down your tank top, letting your breasts out. He wraps his mouth around your nipple, and he begins to suck on your tit. You bite your bottom lip as he sucks.

“You like that, baby?” You ask him, knowing he’s actually drinking your milk. You feel him hum against your tit. He’s sucking so much, but you don’t push him away. You have more than enough milk, plus your son barely drinks it anymore.

He finally pulls away, and instead of attacking your other breast, the man pulls down your pajama pants. He completely gets them off and throws them across the room, before pushing your panties to the side and running two fingers through your folds, while his other hand begins to pinch the nipple he was just sucking on.

“It’s so sweet.” He comments, watching some milk drip out, and it runs down his thumb. “It’s so good too.”

“Can you pay more attention to my-” You begin, feeling his finger move slowly on your cunt but then coming to a stop. You want more from him. Before you finish your sentence he pushes two fingers inside your cunt.

“Like that, baby?” He asks and you nod slightly. He watches your face for a couple of seconds, admiring how beautiful you look. His thick fingers move slowly in and out of you, and he curves them just right. You have to bite your bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“Yeah…” You end up saying. He smiles at you before he lowers his head again, his mouth wrapping around your other nipple. He begins to suck the milk out of it, while his fingers continue to move in and out of you. “Hm… Baby-”

You’d never have thought that Satoru of all people would do this. You’ve seen him staring at your cleavage and your engorged breasts the moment they began to grow during pregnancy. Occasionally he licked his lips, but he’s never expressed any desire to actually taste your milk. But right now he’s hungrily sucking.

“Satoru-” You moan. His thumb begins to play with your clit and with the way he sucks your tits, an orgasm isn’t short in coming. Your hips begin to buck as his fingers achieve the perfect pace.

The man has had many thoughts about trying your breastmilk, but he never really acted out on it. Now that he tastes it, he regrets never acting out on it before. It’s so sweet. Perfect for him and his sweet tooth.

His name leaves your lips again, feeling as your orgasm approaches. You shut your eyes just feeling his mouth and his thick fingers.

“I’m gonna-” You tell him when you’re so close to finishing. Your mouth goes over your mouth, muffling the loud moan that leaves your lips as you orgasm, your legs shaking.

He takes his fingers out, continues to suck on your tits till he’s satisfied. There’s so much milk… No wonder your breasts have gotten huge. But he’s glad he can enjoy this, and also glad he can help take some of this weight off your back.

“‘Toru, you’re so hard.” You tell him, feeling his bulge on your thigh. He detached himself from your tits, happiness written all over his face. He sits up, grabbing your hand.

“That’s a problem you can solve, honey.”

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[jujutsubabe]

“This is so pathetic”

Synopsis: In which you and Megumi get really touch starved after not seeing each other for too long 😌

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: reposting this cause the last one got super blocked! It got no likes at all omg

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You laid in Megumi’s bed squinting up at a textbook you were supposed to be taking notes on. As you stared all the words blurred together the longer you went over them and Itadori’s mumbling as he read aloud made you lose focus.

You sighed before reaching over the bed to tap his head. “Itadori can you please read in your head.”

Nobora clicked her tongue from across the room, “You’re almost an adult and you still can’t read in your head!?”

“I can’t help it, it helps me focus better.” He whined.

“Well if you could, could you just,” you pinched your fingers, “quiet down a little more, I’d love that.”

“If you could read in your head I’d love that.” Nobora grinned.

As Itadori pouted you moved the text book up and down, trying to see if a change in movement would do you better. You squinted, glared, flipped pages, whatever, no matter what the words continued to jumble.

You dropped the book and looked over to Megumi, he sat at his desk effortlessly writing away. It looked as though he did this daily, skimming his eyes over the pages and flipping within seconds. He had filled notes piled all over his desk in messy, but organized stacks.

You turned your head to the few sheets of notes you took, with margins full of doodles. You had to write so much more information.

If only you, Nobora and Itadori hadn’t slacked off all day watching movies, you would be at the same level as him. Or better yet, finished!

You popped some candy Itadori bought into your mouth. You had all been studying for hours, you figured it could be time for a bit of movement.

You hopped over Itadori’s legs to the door, “I’m gonna get a drink from the vending machine, anyone wanna come?”

Nobora shook her head, “I’m good, can you bring two sodas for me though?” She fluttered her eyelashes until you rolled your eyes and held your hand out. She squealed before placing some quarters in your palm. “You can keep the change!”

“Thanks.” With what she gave you, you’d have enough change leftover to throw one penny at someone's car. “Anyone else?”

Megumi stood from his chair while Itadori looked up from his game, “I'll go.” They said at once.

They turned to each other, Itadori’s face full of interest while Megumi’s was full of anything but that. You didn’t like being around people for a long period of time, but he really didn’t like it. Especially when they were in his space for this long.

He did tell them to “go somewhere” but like usual you all didn’t listen and procrastinated all day. Leaving a loud group of teens within Megumi’s quiet space was torture, you swore if you squinted you could see him twitching every time anyone talked.

You looked between the boys, Megumi probably needed an excuse to go outside. You hoped Itadori would somehow get that.

Itadori cocked his head, not reading the room. “Nice! It’ll be the three of us the—”

Before he could finish Megumi already slipped out and slid the door shut, leaving Itadori hanging with his mouth open. Nobora laughed at him.

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The two of you walked in silence, Megumi thinking and you in your own little world. The sounds of your footsteps echoed as you walked along the pavement.

He wondered what you were thinking about as you hummed and blew on your hands. Your sweater didn’t have any pockets so you kept pulling your sleeves over them.

“Are you cold?” Megumi asked.

You nodded but continued to rub your hands together, “But we might get caught if we hold hands.”

The two of you were dating. Very secretly, only being romantic whenever you had definite private places to kiss and hold hands. If it was in public it would be you giving a quick peck to his cheek or his hand slipping into yours.

You two wanted it to be a quiet relationship, at least until your friends and teacher happened to catch you guys, which you were both very careful to avoid. He figured as soon as the group found out it would be full of so much chatter and teasing, something you both weren’t too interested in dealing with at the moment.

He flicked his eyes around the building then held his hand out, “No ones here.”

“Are you sure…? What if Gojo comes out of nowhere?” You checked your surroundings as you whispered.

The two of you silently listened for any rustling or footsteps of some kind. He continued to glance at you while your eyebrows pushed together, when you were focused on something he thought you had the sweetest expressions.

Even you looking frustrated made him feel soft, like today when you struggled with that book. It was cute and he couldn’t help but look at you every so often, whenever someone looked back at him he would turn and start writing something random down. He had a few piles of paper with random crap all over it… he really hoped Nobora or Itadori didn’t check his notes while he was gone.

He looked down at the hands by your sides, at this point he didn’t care if the relationship got exposed to everyone.

“Please.” He mumbled.

You pulled on your ears, leaning forward to hear him again. “Huh, what’d you say?”

He squirmed the longer you looked at him. “I didn’t say anything...” he looked away the closer you got to his face.

“You didn’t? I thought I heard you say something.” You backed down, teetering on your toes.

“I…” his tongue tied as he tried to spit out what he wanted to say. It felt like he was confessing to you all over again. He internally groaned as he lost courage to say the words that he felt were too embarrassing to share. “This is so pathetic…”

You grinned, “What are you trying to say? Is it that bad?”

He shook his head, covering his mouth as he circled his brain about how to say his thoughts. Get it together! You two are dating. This shouldn’t be that hard to express, why was he struggling so bad with this?

He glanced down at your hands, flickering his eyes between your face and them. You were shivering and he wanted to do something nice, and he also kind of didn’t see you all day. So he didn’t understand why it was so embarrassing to admit it.

You followed his gaze down before twisting your hand around. “Are you trying to ask if you can hold my hand?”

He frowned, it was even more embarrassing for you to catch onto him...

“So that’s what it was?” You pulled his hand away from his mouth, pulling it up to your lips. “That’s not bad, it’s cute.”

You gave a quick peck to his knuckles, making him let out a flustered noise he tried to eat up with a cough. His brows knitted together as he tried his best to look away, he must have felt overwhelmed or something, your hands were cold but so much warmth spread through his arm.

You two hadn’t held hands in so long, it was like that first sip of drinking cold water on a hot day. You were refreshing, well needed company after a long day.

He intertwined your hands correctly, fingers wrapped up in each other, held inbetween the center of you both.

“I missed you.” He whispered.

You grinned as you squeezed his hand, “I missed you too.”

He let out a sigh, letting the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as you two stared at each other. The crickets cooed and the wind wisped soundly against the grass, if you listened closer you could hear the whirring of cars on the main roads.

You turned your head closer to his, looking up to him as you cupped his cheek. Your eyes danced over every feature of his face as he looked down at you with his glossy, painted like eyes.

He leaned down, fluttering his pretty lashes shut as you pulled him in closer. Up until your lips touched, a light butterfly kiss that felt like a small cloud graced your face. You could feel him smiling the second your lips touched, his hands moved to your waist, pulling you in just a tad bit deeper.

Your lips were soft, pushing onto his with a gentle squish. He was a little too excited for this. But who could blame him? With the way you touched him it made him warm on the inside, you had him wrapped around your finger with every smooch.

You grazed his cheek with your hands pressing kisses all over his face. He felt himself go weak under your fingertips, every press of your lips against his face made his heart rise into his throat.

How did he get someone like you?

This felt right to him, pulling you away from friends for a night time kiss felt needed. You pulled away, tapping his cheeks while he blinked his eyes open.

His eyes glided over your features, the moon highlighting every lovely aspect of your face. He ran his thumb over your cheek, making space, about to give you one more kiss before he heard a gasp.

“Fushiguro you creep! What are you doing!?”

The two of you flipped around to see Nobora with Itadori trailing right behind her. Itadori’s face dropped open while Nobora’s face twisted into itself.

“Yeah Fushiguro, get it!” Itadori pumped his fist up and down.

You were blinking and taking in your surroundings, one second you were being romantic with your boyfriend, the next you were caught by your friends. You looked between the two wondering where they even came from.

“Why are you guys out here?”

“I didn’t tell you what sida to get and you two were taking a long time!” Nobora pinched your cheek until you apologized.

You rubbed the side of your face as you checked your pocket for change, you forgot she sent you out here. You were too caught up in this quiet boy’s eyes to realize people could have gotten suspicious if you didn’t hurry.

You sighed, nothing you could do now, Itadori was already embarrassing Megumi and you couldn’t help but giggle. As hectic as this situation was, at least now you two could show a tad more affection in public. Nothing more than holding hands, but this reaction from the two wasn’t bad.

You cocked your head, though sweet, this situation felt a little too calm… you looked around as you thought of something that was missing in this situation, like an almost full puzzle piece with one left to fill.

Itadori sighed, “I can’t believe Fushiguro started dating before us…”

“Right it’s not fair…” Nobora nodded solemnly.

Megumi scoffed as the two moped. Scolding them for ‘not minding their business’ as you laughed at them. It was so cute seeing your friends like this over your secret relationship, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit happy your secret was released.

That was until you heard shuffling from around the corner. You all turned your heads until you heard a voice.

“Did I hear Megumi and dating in the same sentence?” Gojo slipped from the deep dark shadows below, a goofy smile wrapped around his cheeks.

Ah there it is, the missing piece.

[uwuwriting]

Boyfriend w/ Megumi, Itadori and Gojo

Request: hii I just read your jujutsu nightmares piece and oh my god I am indeed a very simple simp and your writing just makes my heart go uwu so may I maybe req a very soft, fluffy s/o for Megumi, Itadori Sato and maybe Sukuna if you write for him? I hope it's not too much, thank uu <3 - anonymous

I can’t get enough of the JJK content, I love them so much my heart can’t take it. Sadly I don’t write for Sukuna *I think I mention it in my rules but I’m not sure*, he pissed me off big time in the manga so yeah sorry about that. Really all the curses have kinda pissed me off but that’s a story for another day lmao. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: boyfriend things lol, fluff, maybe some angst sprinkled on top but not a lot. 

Fushiguro Megumi 

-Megumi reminds me of Suna from Haikyuu. 

-Like a lot. 

-He will put effort in the relationship of course but he won’t flaunt it around in everybody’s faces. 

-Yes he has a s/o and yes he is in love but in his book that should be mostly kept in between you two, no one else has to know. 

-So at first your relationship isn’t really acknowledged by the others. 

-It’s so subtle at casual that everyone around you thinks that you’re merely best friends and close to each other. 

-Only Makki knows that you two are a thing since she sees how you worry and take care of him after he has been injured. 

-It’s different from platonic concern and she knows what’s going on. 

-Plus she saw you steal a kiss one time and that sealed the deal. 

-Eventually the others figure it out and they are losing their shit, for completely different reasons though. 

-Nobara can’t believe Megumi got a s/o before she did. 

-Gojo is hurt because neither of you said anything and he has been trying to hook you up for the past two years now. 

-Itadori is just confused because he thought that you were like that to everyone. 

-Now PDA is non-existent with this one. 

-He doesn’t feel comfortable touching you in public even if it’s a small peck. 

-He prefers showing his love behind closed doors or through acts of service. 

-So expect to find multiple bentos waiting for you in the kitchen each morning or a hot bath on the ready when you come back from a long mission. 

-You are okay with the no PDA rule, your only request is that he at least hold your pinkie when you need it. 

-It grounds you and who is he to say no to that?

-During missions he doesn’t underestimate your strength and let’s you do your thing. 

-He only interferes when you ask for help or when he notices that you’re extremely overwhelmed. 

-He doesn’t smother you and you are eternally grateful for that. 

-Training sessions between the both of you are brutal. 

-Neither holds back and you're left a panting, sweating mess at the end, crawling to your respective rooms to change before you settle for a movie later that afternoon.

-If either of you gets injured it’s mama bear time. 

-You need to change your bandages? Megumi has already taken out the kit and all the essentials. 

-He needs to take some meds to calm the pain in his ribcage? You have the pills in hand. 

-He is a shy boy so even in private he hesitates to touch you. 

-Don’t get him wrong he loves holding you and feeling you close to him but he is also afraid he will make you uncomfortable or overstep. 

-So you will be the one initiating cuddle session during the first months of your relationship. 

-After a while he will simply pick you up and carry you to his bed for cuddles if he needs them without uttering a word the whole time. 

-Good morning/Goodnight kisses are a must. 

-It’s a ground rule that he follows religiously since day one. 

-It doesn’t matter if it’s a simple peck on his lips or a passionate kiss, he just wants to get a kiss before starting/ending the day. 

-Sleeps on his stomach with an arm always draped over your waist. 

-Isn’t really into the whole sleeping on each other thing but he won’t say no to being the big spoon or even better the little spoon. 

-He gets flustered when you kiss his knuckles or trace patterns on his palms. 

-He knows his hands are rough from all the training but after your touch they feel tender and gentle. 

-Prefers indoor dates rather than outdoor ones. 

-His favorite  is cooking dinner together and then cuddling on the couch *in hopes you won’t get interrupted by Gojo*.

-The only thing he dislikes about the whole relationship thing is the teasing he receives from Gojo. 

-He is ready to rip his ears off. 

-Boy has murder on his mind 24/7 and it is all directed to his mentor.

-Gojo noticed that Megumi had you as his wallpaper ONCE and now it’s game over for your boyfriend. 

-The thing is that you don’t get teased as much and he is *salty*. 

Itadori Yuuji

-He is such a lovable boy, how could you NOT fall in love with him?

-Your relationship is naturally effortless. 

-Everything flows so naturally and without even trying you two have formed such an unbreakable bond that not even Sukuna himself can tether even if he tried. 

-Many MANY spontaneous trips to the nearest convenience store at 3 am.

-Oh you are craving some popcorn? Well go on, get your shoes, we are going grocery shopping. 

-Won’t hesitate to do anything for you and when I say anything I mean it. 

-He ditched Gojo once because you had bad period pains and said you needed cuddles. 

-What cruel creature would he be if he denied his beautiful girlfriend her cuddles??? 

-Sukuna has cockblocked you two and has ruined your cuddles on multiple occasions. 

-From weird noises to rude comments to interrupting Yuuji’s thoughts with random shit. 

-Real party crasher. 

-Yuuji’s love language is touch mainly so expect a shit load of hugs and kisses. 

-Won’t let go of your hand while you are out in public. 

-If he can’t hold your hand he will place his palm in the small of your back or wrap his arm around your shoulders/waist. 

-It’s a physical need. 

-He has to be touching you at all times because that reminds him that you are truly here beside him and that you are okay. 

-The sorcerer's life has already taken a toll on his mentality and he hates leaving you alone so most of the time you go on conjoined missions. 

-Unlike Megumi he tries to protect you during fights by all means. 

-He doesn’t do it because he sees you as weak and in need of protection it’s just an instinct that he can’t control at all. 

-He will put himself in immense danger, taking all the blows just so you can leave the scene unscathed. 

-You have scolded him on his complete disregard of his own life and the tears that pooled in his eyes as he explained that his body moves on its own when he sees anything darting towards you, breaks your heart. 

-If you kiss the little marks under his eyes all his worries fly out the nearest window. 

-He forgets about everything around him, about the looming threat of his imminent execution, the only thing on his mind are your lips on his cheekbones and your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks. 

-If you pepper him in too many kisses he will begin his own assault by first tackling you to the floor or the bed and capturing you in a hug before the smooches begin. 

-He has a tendency to leave hickies on your neck which you struggle to cover each morning and you are always real close to glaring at him when he beams like the sun itself at you in the morning but your mild anger fades the moment his lips meet yours. 

-You have your suspicions that he knows what he is doing with that, he knows his kisses make you weak so he uses them to his advantage. 

-Will never admit it but it always places a small smirk on his lips every time you clutch his shirt for balance or rest your forehead on his shoulder to regain your composure. 

-An I love you a day is required for good vibes. 

-Won’t hesitate to shout it even in front of others, he just has no filter and no shame. 

-Makes you turn tomato red and he snickers. 

-Fuck him, literally. 

Gojo Satoru

-This fucking tease. 

-He has no chill!!!!!!

-How are you with him?!?!?!?!!

-My man fine af and he drinks his respect for y/n and y/n alone juice every morning. 

-That doesn’t mean though he won’t try to fluster you throughout the day. 

-It’s his main goal really. 

-Full blown make out sessions in the hallways of the school, ass smacks in front of others and trying to leave hickies on your neck during your lunch break. 

-It simultaneously pisses you off and turns you on so you can’t decide if you should smack him or jump his bones. 

-It’s a never ending debate and his chances of getting the quawk quawk 5000 are 50/50. 

-He respects your boundaries when you give him a sign that you really don’t want him to be like that on certain days. 

-He is a very observant individual in general so it’s not hard for him to take note of the signs of pure discomfort or awkwardness. 

-True he loves flustering you but the moment things get out of hand and you don’t feel okay with how he is acting, he is throwing his attitude out the window and becomes respectful Gojo in a flash. 

-Likes having his arm draped over your shoulder. 

-He is super tall so chances are he towers over you. 

-He has used you like an armrest several times which resulted to a trip to Shoko for a dislocated wrist/shoulder. 

-You make him bentos almost everyday and he waits for them like a lost puppy. 

-No matter the time, he doesn’t care if he is late, he will wait for you to make him a little bento to take with him. 

-Curses can wait, he needs to receive his first dose of y/n love of the day. 

-Brags to his student about you and to Nanami, much to the blonde’s dismay. 

-Talks everyone’s ear off. 

-He becomes super protective when an elder shows up or at the mere mention of them. 

-He will grasp your hand, keeping a firm grip as those pretentious fucks stare down at you. 

-They really don’t care about Sato’s happiness and they will never show you a fiber of respect despite being chosen by the strongest sorcerer. 

-You are not part of one of the three clans so you are worth nothing in their eyes. 

-Gojo hates them for that. 

-Deep rooted hatred that could turn into a mass murder if one of them call you a distraction or a slut one more time. 

-You are really grateful for him in those moments. 

-You are grateful in general but during those times when you are being bombared left and right with rude comments, he will remind everyone in the room that he doesn’t give a flying fuck about what they believe. 

-He fell in love with you because you are your beautiful self and not because you are a powerful sorcerer. 

-He wants to imagine your kids as a sign of your love and not as an item of power, as a weapon like many of these people see him. 

-He has ditched the elder meetings on many occasions just because he wasn’t in the mood of listening to their bullshit so he came home to you and spent the rest of his night cuddled up under the large comforter, watching a movie while peppering your shoulders with kisses. 

-Adores seeing you in his clothes. 

-They are so big on you that you wear them as dresses around the house. 

-He especially loves the sight of your bare legs peeking from underneath his black t-shirt. 

-99% of the time this ends up in you getting your guts rearranged. 

-Surprisingly remembers all the important dates and he makes it to as many dates as he can. 

-Being a sorcerer is difficult man, give him a break curses he has a date at 8 and he needs to get his formal glasses. 

-All in all he loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to keep you safe and next to him. 

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