#utahime sensei

[lady-delamort]

Energy “Good luck!!!/// Goog job!!!” Gohime 💙❤️✨

[cakesensei]

"Now... dance for him, Utahime..." ⛩️

[kenrik]

[tatsumessy]

You’re afraid after seeing him fight for the first time - {Satoru Gojo}

jjk 0 arc

You and Gojo had been dating for years and you knew briefly what he did for work but you never dig deep into it. Just from the looks of it your relationship seemed more casual than serious. You and him hadn’t talked for a few weeks so you just assumed he was busy or the relationship was over.

Today you stupidly left your phone at home so you didn’t see the evacuation notice that was sent out and you needed to go to a flower shop to grab flowers for your parents grave site. The shop was open oddly enough to the city being empty, assuming the owner was in the back you started looking around the shop trying to find the right assortments but a loud crash outside grabbed your attention.

There was a huge creature staring into the shop staring right at you, you couldn’t even scream. You stood there in shock until a hand grabbed you and pulled you to the back of the store. It was an older man and his wife and they both were staring at me like I was an idiot for being in the city in the first place.

“Are you crazy?? Did you not see the evacuation notice? Do you have a death wish?” Your head was spinning from the amount of questions he was asking, “I don’t have my phone with me. Why are you two of all people still here?” They looked at each other then back at you.

“It’s our families shop, we can’t just leave it to get destroyed by curses and sorcerers.” You nodded your head at the old woman accepting her answer because if I was in her shoes I’d do the same thing. The couple engaged in small talk to try and pass the time but another large crash grabbed all of your attention.

The curse that saw you was coming after what it saw earlier, the shop was being crushed and guilt was seeping into your body. So without further thought you stood up and ran out the shop, the curse noticed you and started following you. You ran inside of a random building and started running up the stairs to get to the roof, it didn’t matter where you went as long as the things got away from the shop.

Once on the roof you didn’t have time to process a loud sound coming from infront of you. It was Gojo, he destroyed the curse that was following you in a instant. “Your in my way.” He said using his curse magic.

Your eyes widened seeing him turn his attention back to the guy he was fighting, he punched him with such precision and power that it was a surprise how the man could even still stand up. And through the whole fight Gojo kept a calm composure like he wasn’t beating the living shit out of someone, wasn’t he supposed to be fighting the curses? NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE, was Gojo the bad guy?

Still standing there frozen Gojo finally noticed you and as he was calling out your name your legs moved on their own taking you back down the stairs and into the flood streets of the city. Your heart felt like it could break any second, who was this man that you were involved with?

All the curses noticed you and thankfully some other sorcerers came to take care of the curses. You were taken to safety but as you sat there getting treated by the doctor a familiar white haired man stood there next to you.

“Is she okay?” He asked her and she told him that you just needed rest, he thanked her and tried to grab your hand but you snatched them away out of fear. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” He asked bending down so that he was eye to eye with you. “If your job was to fight curses why did you beat that foreigner up. I saw you.” You said crossing one leg over another, he sighed then let out a small laugh.

You looked at him with an annoyed expression and he was taking your statement like a joke. “They were the ones who brought on the curses.” He said being serious once he noticed your facial expression. “Would you ever hurt me like that?” You asked leaning against the wall creating some distance between you two.

He leaned in grabbing each side of your face gently and placed a languid kiss on your lips. “Your my girlfriend why would I hurt you. My job is to protect you with my life.” You turned your face away giving him a side-eye when he said girlfriend.

“Were you scared?” He asked taking his hand and moving it down to grab yours, you flinched slightly but that did urge him to move his hand, “Yes, I’ve never seen that side of you. I didn’t recognize who I was looking at, and you took out that curse like it was nothing I mean how do yo-” he cut you off with another laugh and then wrapped his arms around your waist to pick you up and hoist you over his shoulder.

“Let’s take you home beautiful.” He said loudly and you hid your face in your hands as he physically carried you the whole way to his apartment not yours, his.

[srartzz]

My favourite ship 💞

Watercolor color painting - gojo x utahime🎈

[quartzalynlove]

Without You (pt 2)

Pairing: gojo x fem! Black! Reader

Summary: it's party time, but can you and gojo really enjoy yourselves without each other?

A/n: guys it's my birthday!! Also third and final part tomorrow<3

Parties just weren't the same without you. Who did Gojo have to match outfits with, or walk in with him looking absolutely stunning on his arm? Worst of all, the music didn't have a soul without you.

"Was I dragged to this party just to watch you sulk?"

Nanami appeared in front of Gojo who was standing by himself at the punch bowl. The party was the last place he wanted to be; he didn't mind most of the people there, but Nanami wasn't a dancer nor did he care for loud music.

"'Course not," Gojo said before pouring some punch and holding the cup out for Nanami. "Drink with me."

Nanami did not appreciate being brought to the party just so Gojo didn't feel alone, but he gave in, taking the punch and standing beside him.

Just then, you walked through the door with the girls. Fashionably late of course, and from the looks of it, Gojo was the last thing on your mind. The pain in his heart slowly turned into anger. At you for looking so damn happy with the friends who never wanted you with him in the first place or at himself for never being able to put a smile like that on your face, he wasn't sure. Gojo downed the rest of his drink and got away from the table before you all went for yours.

You were having the time of your life, and Gojo suffered because of it. He couldn't even enjoy himself dancing because instead of being in front of him you were in the center of the floor with the girls shaking absolutely everything. But the main attraction had to be that dress. He noticed that dazzling green and how it hugged tight against every curve of your body. He especially noticed how short it was. After all, it was the one he bought you. It was going to take a lot more punch to make that night bearable.

A dance circle formed on the floor of you and the girls. First you went out one at a time, cheering each other on; then you went in pairs and danced with the person on your right. It was then that Gojo wished he never left his house at all. You went out with Shoko, and it started off fine. Making silly faces, you pushed each other back and forth in a lazy tango style. Then, Shoko spun you around her, and as she still held your hand above your hand, you started to whine your waist while Shoko's free hand held onto your hip. The cheering— or rather, screaming— that followed was completely drowned out in Gojo's ears.

Getting all worked up like that wasn't a good look. Shoko was your best friend, and you weren't Gojo's anymore. It didn't matter how you danced together. At least it wouldn't matter if he had danced similarly with you in the past. Gojo didn't know why he didn't leave. It wasn't like there'd be a scandal; everyone knew you dumped him. However, sideways glances were already following them, and paired with whispers would create a juvenile embarrassment he wouldn't care for.

"More drinks." He muttered to himself.

More drinks and more leaning against the wall.

A few hours passed and the party was beginning to die down. You and the girls were having a good time against your own wall, and when Gojo looked around for anyone else to focus on, he noticed that Nanami must have left earlier. That only left Ijichi who was across the room, deciding whether or not he was going to talk to Shoko.

When Gojo saw you laugh all he could wonder was what was on your mind. Your smile was infectious, and every move you made was filled to the brim with joy and life. The same joy and life you shared with him and he continued to take for granted. Gojo forgot how sentimental he could get when he was drunk. He couldn't hear the music anymore, and the strobe lights hardly affected him. All that was left was you. Beautiful you. Why couldn't he change? Why couldn't he fight for the one thing his heart felt as ease with.

One of the more low-key songs came on at the perfect time for drunk, emotional scream-singing. However, you didn't feel motivated to shout along once you really listened to the lyrics. It was strange, you had listened to this Mary J. Blige song a million times, but it never sunk your heart like this.

Utahime started them off. "Chemistry was crazy from the get-go

Neither one of us knew why."

All this time you realized Gojo was staring at you. You were just convincing yourself that he wasn't there. Convincing yourself that you didn't feel his eyes burning through you. You wanted to let him go and finally get better for yourself, but he was a flea and you were the dog. Yet, unsure if you wanted to shake him off.

"We didn't build nothing overnight

'Cause a love like this takes some time" Mei Mei joined in.

What you and Gojo had wasn't love. If it was then why did building it feel like torture trapped in eternity. You gave your trust, your love; your forgiveness— no, acceptance— to this love, and all you got in return were lies, façades, and tears. Why were you too blind to see the signs?

"People swore it off as a phase

Said we can't see that."

Why could you never listen to the people that wanted better for you?

"I've known Gojo for years; he's a good person."

"He's treating me well; he's a good boyfriend."

"It was a mistake; he said he's sorry."

Did you even ever believe yourself, or did you just not want to admit that your poor judgement made you a fool?

Gojo was finding it harder to think. He saw you were strangely quiet, holding onto your drink like a lifeline. But this song was attacking him too much to fully take it in. No matter how badly he missed you, Gojo knew he deserved this fate. The hell he put you through was finally catching up on him. All he could think about was what he should have done.

He should have made you smile more, he should have cherished the love you gave instead of taking it for granted; he should have given that love back instead of making so many mistakes.

"Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)"

But he had to find a way; he had to find a way to leave the party and stop himself from dragging you back in the tragedy that was loving him. All of this yearning and wallowing, it was just his drunkenness, and he definitely couldn't make that your responsibility. However, although Gojo didn't doubt that he was drunk, how come all of these revelations came so clearly to him?

"And I'll be waiting up until you get home ('cause I can't sleep without you, baby)"

The night never seemed as quiet as it really way. Gojo only ever felt at peace when he was clinging to you, feeling your body against his as you rose and fell with each breath and the snores that passed your lips. Every night he'd pray that you'd call saying you'd take him back, but there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening.

"Anybody who's ever loved ya know just what I feel."

It wasn't like he hadn't done this to himself a million times before. Gojo had used so many women, broken so many hearts; toyed with so many emotions. But it never ate him up like this. Not until you; he never felt the way you made him feel with anyone else. And karma had come to collect its dues.

"Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it"

Have you only been telling yourself that you're over Gojo? Sure, you went out that night instead of crying into a pint of ice cream at home, but if you didn't need him, if you didn't want him, then why did he still exist in the back of your mind? When you looked at the good, you had never known someone like Gojo in your entire life. He had a talent for making you laugh, he had mastered the element of surprise, and he could remember the littlest thing about you if it meant it'd make you happy. Most of it, however, was only puppy love; it didn't take long for his true colors to show. Still, that pure love you had at first, you weren't sure a thing like it existed anywhere else.

"Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby."

Your heart sank as you felt your breath quicken. Searching around the room to ground yourself, you accidentally locked eyes with him. It was for a brief second, but you saw him all too clearly, his lips parted as he stared at you. What in God's name was he thinking?

Little did you know, you both thought the same thing.

"I need him."

"I need her."

It felt like you were going to have a heart attack from that thought alone. You couldn't stay in that room any longer. Absently handing your drink to whichever girl grabbed it first, you stumbled down the hall to the bathrooms.

"Don't follow her, don't move, don't ruin her life more than you already have." Gojo clenched his fist as he thought.

But it wasn't enough. It was like something kept pulling him closer to you against his will. That force ripped him off the wall, dragging him down the hall to you.

[sukunaslilgurl]

Now we are free

Chapter Six: Behind closed doors

The sun was setting, casting a golden light across the grand palace. The sound of distant music and laughter echoed through the halls from the ongoing festivities, but inside a quieter, more private room, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and rosewater. The large bathhouse was a sanctuary for the higher-ranked masters, where they could unwind in the midst of their power and dominance.

Irene moved through the room with careful grace, her eyes trained on the floor as she worked. She was part of a small group of slaves, all handpicked for their beauty, skills, and obedience. Today, it was Irene’s responsibility to take care of her mistress, Utahime, who was now relaxing in the steaming bath. The room was warm, filled with the gentle sound of water splashing, and the soft whispers of the other servants attending to the needs of their masters.

Irene had grown accustomed to the delicate rituals of serving the elite. She had seen it all before — the opulent baths, the intricate hair care, the slow, deliberate process of pampering the highest of Roman society. Her eyes were steady as she approached her mistress, kneeling beside the bath to begin the necessary tasks.

Utahime’s skin was porcelain white, flawless and radiant. As Irene gently moved her sponge across her mistress’ back, she marveled at the smoothness of her skin, the way the water shimmered as it slid down her shoulders. Irene’s touch was practiced, tender, as she cleaned and massaged, working meticulously to ensure her mistress felt relaxed and refreshed.

The other slaves moved quietly in the background, tending to Utahime’s needs with precision. Some worked on her hair, brushing the long, dark strands until they shone like silk. Others prepared the bathwater, adding oils and salts, ensuring the temperature was just right. Irene took a moment to glance at Utahime’s face, her expression serene, as if she were lost in the sensation of the bath.

Irene was well aware of how much Utahime loved these moments. She was a woman of great power, beautiful and cold, but in these quiet, private moments, she could relax and let her guard down. Irene’s heart ached slightly — her own life, trapped within the walls of this palace, felt like a distant, faded memory. She had once dreamed of freedom, but now, her thoughts were focused on the woman before her.

“Do you like the bath, Mistress?” Irene asked softly, her voice low as she rinsed the sponge.

Utahime looked up at her with a serene smile. “It’s perfect,” she replied, her voice calm and melodic. “You always take such good care of me, Irene. I appreciate it.”

Irene’s heart skipped a beat. She was used to being praised by her mistress, but it never lost its sting. She wasn’t used to being valued for who she was — she was just a tool, a servant in the eyes of everyone here. But Utahime’s words held weight, and for a fleeting moment, Irene let herself feel a sense of pride.

As Irene continued her work, the door to the bathhouse opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps echoed across the room. It was Gojo, his tall frame filling the doorway, wearing a smirk that was impossible to ignore.

“Ah, Utahime,” he said, his voice teasing. “It looks like you’re having all the fun without me.”

Irene’s gaze flickered toward the new arrival. Gojo was known throughout the palace, and the empire, as a king of immense power and influence. His robes were regal, lined with gold embroidery, and his presence commanded the room. His status as one of the most powerful rulers in the empire made him untouchable, even by the highest of officials.

Utahime looked up at him with a playful smile. “Well, you are more than welcome to join me,” she teased, her voice sweet and inviting.

Gojo walked into the room with a confidence that was hard to miss, completely at ease in the presence of the slaves and the other high-ranking officials who were present. His gaze shifted toward Irene briefly, a brief smirk crossing his face. He seemed to enjoy her discomfort — it was clear he understood the power dynamic at play here.

“I thought you might be lonely in here,” Gojo said, his voice smooth, as he took a step toward the bath. “Utahime, what do you think about having a little… extra company for this lovely bath?” His tone was laced with a hint of mischief.

Utahime raised an eyebrow, arching her neck slightly, as she let a soft chuckle escape her lips. “I think you’re more than welcome to join, Gojo. But, I warn you, I may just have to keep you entertained with conversation rather than just soaking in the water.”

Gojo laughed, the sound rich with amusement. “Well, you know I always have something to say.” He peeled off his outer garments, preparing to enter the bath himself.

Irene glanced down at the floor, feeling the familiar weight of the situation press down on her. The sight of Gojo joining Utahime in the bath, their flirtation thick in the air, felt like something she wasn’t meant to witness, but something she could not avoid.

She knew her place. She wasn’t supposed to be seen or heard during these private moments. Yet, the conversation continued, a playful exchange between two of the highest powers in the palace. As the two of them shared their jokes and flirtations, Gojo’s focus turned toward Sukuna.

“You know, I think Sukuna might need a little fun. He’s been a bit too serious lately,” Gojo remarked casually, sliding into the water with ease.

Utahime raised an eyebrow. “Really?” she asked, her voice intrigued. “Sukuna? The ruthless gladiator who never smiles?”

Gojo smirked. “Yes, the same one. He’s always so focused on fighting and winning — he needs something to take his mind off it all.”

Irene’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of Sukuna. She had heard his name whispered in the halls more times than she cared to admit, and each time, the words filled her with a strange mix of fear and fascination. Sukuna, the king of demons, the undefeated champion, the one who everyone feared yet revered.

“I wonder what he would do with a little freedom,” Utahime mused, her voice light. “But knowing him, he probably wouldn’t care much about anything other than his next fight.”

Gojo chuckled, splashing some water as he leaned back. “Maybe. But you know, I think a bit of distraction wouldn’t hurt him. A man like him deserves more than just bloodshed.”

Irene, standing quietly in the corner, couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of longing at their words. What would it be like to see Sukuna, the man who seemed untouchable, in a different light? What would it be like to see him not as a weapon, but as something more? But even as she entertained the thought, she knew it was futile. She was nothing to him. Just a slave, just a face among many in the background of their luxurious lives.

She turned away from the bath, leaving them to their conversation, her thoughts swirling as she left the room.

Utahime and Gojo alone in the bath

Utahime reclined, her body partially submerged in the bath as she ran a delicate hand through her wet hair, her gaze fixed on the surface of the water. She seemed lost in thought, her lips pursed in contemplation. There was a strange discomfort in her eyes whenever Sukuna’s name was mentioned.

“I don’t like him, Gojo,” Utahime muttered, breaking the silence. Her voice was low, almost cautious, as if she didn’t want her words to carry too far. “Sukuna, I mean. There’s something about him that just… doesn’t sit right with me. The way he looks at people, the way he carries himself… It’s unsettling.”

Gojo smirked, casually leaning back against the rim of the bath, his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed unfazed by Utahime’s words, his expression one of amused detachment. “I wouldn’t worry too much. He’s a good money maker. People love to watch him fight, and that’s all that matters in this world.”

Utahime’s lips curled into a small frown. “I don’t care about the money,” she snapped, the edge in her voice sharpening. “I just don’t trust him. He’s dangerous. He’s unpredictable. He’s too much of a threat.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow at her, a teasing glint in his eye. “And yet, he’s your most prized gladiator,” he pointed out with a smirk. “You keep him close. You take care of him. Don’t tell me you don’t like the idea of having a fighter like him at your disposal.”

Utahime’s eyes narrowed at Gojo’s words, her face hardening. “He’s a slave. Nothing more. I don’t like the idea of him being near me, or any of my property.”

Gojo chuckled softly, leaning forward slightly, his voice taking on a more playful tone. “If you don’t like him, then why don’t you offer your beautiful slave to him, hmm? I’m sure he’d appreciate it. It could be a fun way to get some… enjoyment out of the situation.”

The suggestion hung in the air like a cold draft, and Utahime’s reaction was immediate and fierce. Her hand shot up, her palm slapping the water’s surface in frustration, splashing water across the bath.

“I will never offer Irene to him,” she snapped angrily, her voice tinged with fury. “She’s not some object to be traded, Gojo. I will not let Sukuna touch her. She’s mine to protect.”

Gojo laughed, a low, amused chuckle that echoed in the warm air around them. “Oh come on, Utahime,” he teased, his tone almost mocking. “She’s a slave, just like the others. What makes her so different? You protect her, but at the end of the day, she’s still just another piece of property. Don’t get too attached.”

Utahime’s eyes flashed with anger, her lips curling into a tight line as her hands gripped the edge of the bath. “I don’t care what you think, Gojo,” she said, her voice ice-cold with certainty. “I swore an oath to protect Irene, and I will keep that promise. She’s more than just a slave to me. She’s someone I care about.”

For a moment, Gojo fell silent, his smirk fading as he studied Utahime’s expression more closely. The playful teasing was gone from his eyes, replaced by a flicker of understanding. But even then, the tone in his voice was still laced with casual indifference.

“Protect her if you must,” he said, his voice lowering, almost contemplative. “But the world isn’t kind to people like her. Or like you, for that matter. In the end, everyone’s just playing their part. Don’t get too attached to anything or anyone. You never know when it’ll all come crashing down.”

Utahime looked at him, her gaze unwavering. There was something resolute in her eyes, something that reflected not just her status as a powerful woman, but also the deep commitment she held to her word.

“I’m not like you, Gojo,” she said quietly. “I don’t treat people like pawns to be used and discarded. Irene is different. She means more to me than you could ever understand.”

Gojo raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth once again. “Ah, I see. So it’s more than just a slave you’re talking about. You’ve got some kind of attachment to her, huh?”

Utahime’s expression softened for a moment, but it was quickly replaced by a flicker of something more guarded. “She’s not just a slave, Gojo. She’s someone who deserves more than this life. I’m not just protecting her out of obligation; I’m protecting her because I care about her.”

Gojo’s eyes narrowed slightly, as if measuring her words, but he didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the bath, the playful teasing gone for now, replaced by a more thoughtful air. “Well, then,” he finally said, his voice back to its usual carefree tone. “I guess we’ll see how long that lasts, won’t we?”

Utahime didn’t respond. She turned her gaze back to the water, her face a mask of quiet resolve. She didn’t need Gojo’s approval, nor did she need to justify her actions. She had made a promise to herself and to Irene — a promise she would keep, no matter what.

As the conversation drifted into silence, the tension between them still lingered in the room. The bathwater swirled around them, washing away the remnants of the exchange, but the words hung heavy in the air.

Sukuna was a force to be reckoned with, a gladiator unlike any other. But Utahime knew that the more she tried to control him, the more dangerous things would become. In the end, she couldn’t afford to lose sight of the people she cared about, not even if they were slaves.

“Do you see Irene as a daughter?” Gojo repeated, a slow smirk creeping up his face. “You didn’t give me one, Utahime. She’s just a slave — dirt, nothing more. Not a daughter.”

His voice was light, teasing, as if the question didn’t carry the weight of an accusation. But it stung, more than Utahime was prepared for. Her heart dropped. The air thickened in an instant. She felt something in her chest tighten as the words seemed to echo in her mind. She stared at Gojo, feeling a rush of anger, disbelief, and the sting of his words all at once. A flash of heat ran through her veins, rising rapidly. She stood up abruptly, the water splashing violently around her as she glared at him. Her fingers curled into fists.

“How dare you?” she screamed, her voice full of raw fury. Her chest heaved with the force of her anger, her usual composure slipping away entirely. The words tumbled out before she could stop herself, her face flushed with rage.

“Why do you think it’s my fault we don’t have a daughter, Gojo?” Utahime’s voice cracked with emotion, the pain lacing her words. “Maybe it’s not me who’s at fault. Maybe it’s you! Maybe you can’t even make children! Why does it have to be me?”

Her breath was ragged now, her pulse thumping loudly in her ears. The accusation hung between them like an open wound, too sharp to ignore. She hadn’t meant to say it, but the words had come out, unbidden, and now they hung like a heavy cloud, threatening to suffocate everything around her.

Gojo’s smirk faltered, the playful glint in his eyes dimming slightly as Utahime’s outburst rang through the steamy air. For the first time in a long time, he seemed… caught off guard.

“Utahime,” he said, his voice suddenly lacking its usual lightness. “That’s not—”

“No,” she snapped, cutting him off. Her anger surged, a wave that refused to subside. “I’ve stood by your side for years, gone along with everything you’ve wanted. But don’t you ever speak to me like that again. You think Irene is just a slave, just dirt? Well, I swore protection to her, and I’ll defend her with everything I have, even if it means going against you.”

Gojo’s eyes narrowed, the playful glint returning, but it was tinged with something else now — a quiet challenge. “You’re getting emotional over a slave, Utahime,” he said, his tone still calm but carrying a cold edge. “She’s not your daughter. You know that as well as I do.”

The silence between them deepened, and Utahime felt the weight of his words pressing down on her. She knew he was trying to provoke her further, to get a reaction, but she wasn’t going to give in. Not this time.

“I care about her,” Utahime said, her voice low but firm. “More than you could ever understand. She’s not just some property to be discarded. She’s someone who deserves a life beyond this.”

Her words hung in the air, thick with unspoken truths. She could see the disbelief flicker in Gojo’s eyes, but there was something else there, too — something deeper, an unspoken understanding that perhaps he was losing ground with her.

“Don’t talk to me about what I can or can’t understand, Utahime,” Gojo replied, his voice cold now. The usual ease in his tone was gone, replaced by a sharpness that matched her own. “But remember this — your loyalty to a slave may cost you one day. You can’t protect everyone, and you can’t change the world. Irene is a slave. She’ll always be a slave.”

Utahime’s fists tightened, her jaw clenched. “Then why don’t you just admit it, Gojo? You don’t care about her. You never will. You only care about power, control, and whatever benefits you can get from all of this. You wouldn’t understand what it means to love someone without needing anything in return.”

The words seemed to hang between them like a challenge, but Gojo didn’t back down. He met her gaze with a cool, unwavering look. “I’m not the one who’s confused, Utahime. You’re the one who’s lost. And when it all falls apart, I’ll be the one standing over you, just like always.”

There was a long, tense silence before Utahime finally turned away, her face set in steely determination. She felt the weight of his gaze on her back but refused to let it affect her.

“I don’t need you to save me, Gojo,” she said quietly. “And I don’t need you to tell me what to feel. I know who I am, and I know what I’m willing to protect. So don’t test me again.”

With those final words, she left the bath, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor, each one a declaration of her independence, her defiance. She was done with this conversation — and with Gojo’s games.

Gojo remained in the bath for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. Slowly, he let out a deep breath, the tension between them still thick in the air. Despite everything, he couldn’t help but smile faintly.

“You’re still as stubborn as ever, Utahime,” he murmured to himself, almost admiring the strength she displayed.

[demoonlady]

It's February the 18th in Japan right now. Happiest birthday, Utahime-sensei 🥳

[vynel]

Ngl this ep was lowkey kinda funny bc there was so much going on 😭😭

[cakesensei]

Chasing Cars.

[yueebby]

happy wife, happy life  — gojo satoru

synopsis. not fawning over his wife may prove to be harder than gojo thought.

contents. fluff, gojo is so whipped for his wife and everyone is tired (whats new), ooc gojo?

notes. this was pure self indulgence. i wanted to slander and coddle gojo all at once and this was it teehee :3

the first thing you hear when you stand up to leave the staff meeting is a wolf whistle.

“looking good,” satoru looks you up and down. you roll your eyes playfully, your husband’s behavior is not foreign to you. he taps your upper thigh, dangerously close to your butt as you take your leave. however, the others in the room don't take kindly to the action.

“highly inappropriate behavior gojo,” utahime mutters under her breath from across the table. beside her, nanami is giving your husband a hard stare. 

satoru pays no mind to them though, smiling up at you as you walk out of the room. you shake your head when he continuously blows a series of kisses. he ignores your rejection, opting to mouth crude comments instead.

the moment the door shuts, the strongest sorcerer immediately deflates, disinterested in whatever matters the rest had to discuss about. 

“i don’t know how she puts up with you,” utahime takes a long sip out of her cup of tea. beside her, shoko snorts.

“probably for his body.” shoko is not unfamiliar with satoru’s antics, having witnessed it since his rowdy school days. she applauds him for coming far with you, but it was still fun to tease him.

gojo crosses his arms, emitting a disgruntled sound. “and my golden personality?”

nanami sighs, “ieiri’s conclusion is most likely right.”

the limitless user wiggles his finger playfully. “nanamin, how scandalous of you to fantasize about my body! i’m a married man y’know~” 

nanami looks like he has eaten something sour. unlike you, nanami’s attitude towards gojo has not softened as the years passed.

“i’m surprised she’s still with you.” utahime snickers. “she’s a sensible woman and you’re–” 

satoru frowns at her statement.  he’d never thought about how you felt about his behavior. perhaps that was his fatal flaw. gojo satoru had a nasty streak of negligence. and the last time he failed to notice someone dear to him —   

“well i’m glad she ended up choosing me, yeah?” his frown is quickly covered up by the wide smirk on his face. he leans back on his chair that’s starting to feel less comfortable by the second. the chair creaks under the weight of his body. honestly, how old are these old wooden things? “as much as i’d like to keep chatting about my lovely wife, i’d like to get this meeting over with so i can see her again.”

the rest of the meeting ensues as usual.

“sensei has been weird… right?” itadori offers his hand after knocking megumi down during a sparring match. the black haired boy grunts as he is pulled up.

“if by weird, you mean normal.” megumi glances back at you and gojo who are watching intently at the first and second years practicing close combat on the training field. it was a bit peculiar to see satoru not throw himself all over you. gojo without pda is like a jigsaw puzzle missing its most essential piece, leaving the overall picture incomplete and lacking the electrifying energy that defines his existence. 

“i feel like i should be happy, but it’s unsettling to see him not initiating some misconduct. do you think they’re fighting?” nobara is panting on the grassy floor. she raises her hand in surrender when maki leaps in to take her head off with a spear.

maki retracts her blade, turning back to observe you and gojo, “nah, gojo would fold at her command.” 

“salmon.”

from across the training field, you turn to your husband nervously, “why are they staring at us?”

satoru hums, his blindfolded gaze focuses on the field in front of you, “hm, maybe they’re admiring their very beautiful [name] sensei.” the blindfolded man pauses. compliments should still be okay– right? satoru can’t imagine a life without lavishing you with love, yet he will content himself with gently sprinkling you with affection. 

you smack his shoulder playfully. to your surprise, your husband doesn’t reciprocate with some form of physical affection. you tilt your head, perplexed. 

quickly dismissing it, you yell at your students to continue their training.

you don’t notice the way satoru clenches his fists, keeping his eyes trained anywhere but you.

the next time satoru is tempted by your presence is when he comes back home after a mission. it was a walk in the park, but the heavy stack of paperwork that followed it had depleted his energy. all he wanted was to snuggle in bed with his wife, selfishly keeping you all to himself.

and you’re not making it easier to resist with the way you warmly greet him with a smile in nothing but a small cotton tee and those tiny pajama shorts. eyes up, eyes up, eyes up, satoru mentally chants.

he thinks he might actually die.

“toru!” you abandon the book you had been reading to pay your husband taxes (kisses that satoru demands he must have). “you’re home awfully late.”

“mission… paperwork,” his clipped response is mumbled as he hurries past you and to your shared bathroom, avoiding your touch. satoru silently prays to the heavens that you don’t notice his suspicious efforts as he makes his way to take a much needed ice cold shower.

you stand in your spot in confusion, letting your husband go. slowly, you start to connect the pieces of satoru’s strange behavior from his refusal to touch you to his sudden responsible disposition. gojo satoru never does paperwork– not unless you bribe him with a dozen kisses. speaking of kisses, you don’t even remember the last time he had demanded one. something was definitely wrong. 

without missing a beat, you quickly follow your lover’s trail into the bathroom.

to your delight, your husband had failed to lock the door. in the hush of your silence, you can hear the subtle rustle of satoru's garments.

his sky blue eyes go wide when he sees you walk through the door.

“toru… is there something wrong?” your voice is careful. 

the white haired man in front of you nervously laughs as he covers his bare chest, “geez, ask me out to dinner first.” 

“gojo satoru.”

your husband winces at his full name being used, but he puts on another mask. a faux smile plays on his lips as he shrugs. “i don’t know what you mean, gojo.” 

your heart drops at his insistence to shut you out, but you stand your ground. with sheer determination, you walk up to your husband, closing the gap between the two of you. you cup his cheek with a hand while you start to lean closer, your lips nearly brushing.

satoru shuts his eyes, inhaling a deep breath to regain composure. he even sucks in his lips, making him look utterly ridiculous. despite the dangerous allure of your proximity, he resolves to stand firm.

"you won’t even kiss me anymore! satoru, this is absurd. what's happening?" you distance yourself, seeking answers.

despite his towering stature, a snort escapes you as satoru resembles a mere child when mumbling something under his breath.

"come on, use your big boy words."

"i don't want to drive you away," he avoids making eye contact now that his blindfold is off. "i know i can be a bit overwhelming at times."

upon hearing his excuse, you snort loudly, “seriously?”

“seriously.”

“i can’t believe i married such an idiot.” you huff, wrapping your arms around his neck.

satoru pouts, “you’re breaking my heart wifey.”

your lips softly kiss the corner of his mouth. like it was muscle memory, satoru’s lips chase yours even after you pull away. you smile.

“for such a genius, you really are stupid ‘toru.” you flick his forehead. he whines and you know it didn’t hurt, yet you entertain him by leaning up to kiss his injury. “believe it or not, i married you for reasons beyond your pretty face and body.”

“you think i’m pretty?” his eyes shine bright as they lovingly gaze into yours. you take one hand to cup his cheek. he nuzzles his face into it.

“of course you’d say that.” you laugh softly. “but honestly, i’m offended that you thought i would ever be annoyed by your affections. might i remind you that we have been madly in love since our youth? i found myself captivated by your ability to love effortlessly, and the way you hopelessly pined for me for years? i knew i was a goner. that… and your bank accoun–”

satoru kisses you with an intensity that leaves you feeling blissfully lightheaded. lost in the haze of the moment, he showers the rest of your face with tender, wet kisses, and you stand there, surrendering to the sweet assault.

upon withdrawing, satoru wears a broad grin. "i was an idiot today, wasn't i?" you nod, breathless. "how about i make it up to you tonight?" he proposes, drawing you close. you are all too familiar with that feral grin adorning his face.

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“hm hello? do you need help?” yuuji approached the lady walking the hallways so slowly she seemed lost.

“huh?” you turned and he smiled, thinking how gorgeous you looked. your uniform was a lot like nobara’s, although it was lighter, like it was slightly bleached or just worn a lot, “no, i… i go here.”

“oh are you gojo-sensei’s student too?” he was excited to meet another student, it was such a big school for just a few people.

“gojo… sensei” you repeated confused.

“oh you must be utahime-sensei’s student then? from kyoto?” he tilted his head, like a puppy.

“utahime…” you whispered, “is geto here?” you asked with a certain urgency in your voice, “geto suguru.”

“who? geto?” he scratched his head, trying to remember if he heard about a sensei called geto suguru, “i don’t think i—“

“itadori!” megumi called from outside, yuuji saw him below through the open windows of the second floor he was at, his classmate probably saw him as well.

“ah fushiguro!” he greeted his friend and turned back to you, “i’ll ask megumi, he’s been here for longer than me.”

“who you talking to?!” megumi shouted.

“her!” he pointed, you were in front of him, right by the opened window too, he couldn’t see you?

megumi even moved a bit, “itadori, there’s no one there. stop playing, we got to leave!” megumi scolded him before entering the building.

“eh?” yuuji was frowning.

“sorry, i think i’m in the wrong place” you bowed and turned away running.

“wait!” he ran after you, turning corners he thought you could’ve gone but after a few ones he reached a dead end.

“hm? yuuji?” gojo emerged from a classroom.

“gojo-sensei! there was… someone…” he looked around.

“oi, we’re waiting for you, let’s go” megumi came from where he was, grabbing yuuji by the hood of his uniform and dragging him away.

gojo watched through a window as they walked down the staircase until both boys walked out of the building.

“that was weird” you murmured from inside the classroom he was in, “that boy called you sensei” you put more rice into your hungry mouth, “does yaga know you’re pretending to be a teacher here?”

satoru closed the door, lighting another incense on the table that you used to sit. where every year on the anniversary of your death he built a shrine with food you liked.

“i thought haibara was on a mission but i saw him by the tree” you pointed behind you with your chopsticks, where, outside the classroom and behind the building remained the tree you always had lunch underneath during hot summer days.

satoru undid the blindfold, letting his hair fall as he sat in front of you, admiring how you never aged a day. after all, you couldn’t.

in fact, it seemed like you didn’t realize how much time has passed. every year you appeared and every year you thought it was still 2006, when you had two kouhais that did everything you asked, a girl best friend that insisted you smoked with her and two boys that were helplessly in love with you. the last year you were alive.

“is suguru not coming?” you asked with your mouth full.

gojo swallowed hard, “no, angel. it’s just us.”

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Wingman ain’t subtle.

Paring: Gojo Satoru x reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : This takes place when Gojo and the rest are students and you are one year senior/older than them

Gojo thinks today is a bad day.

“y/n-senpai apparently only dates guys older than her” Shoko says she sucks the drink from the straw. As much as she’d like to be smoking, it wasn’t allowed on campus.

The lollipop in Gojo’s mouth falls to the ground which makes Geto snort.

“Sucks to you Satoru.” He comments. “If only you were born a year or two before you’d have a chance.”

Gojo winches as he looks over to Shoko with eyes pleading that she was lying “For real?”

“Yeah.” Shoko and you shared being gifted with Reverse Cursed Technique so they’d spend a lot of time training together so the two were close.

Ever since he learned that fact, Gojo had Shoko be his wing man on learning to be and also learn about your type. She was hesitant at fist but oh boy! Gojo was so hopelessly in love with you she kinda felt bad. Shoko adds. “She thinks older guy make her feel protected.”

Gojo huffs, his stomach churns with jealousy. “I’m literally the strongest…” who else would you need to feel protected?

To add on the fact that learning about him having no chance with you because of the year he was born — ‘Satoru was spawn killed.’ Geto would add— he and his classmates had forgotten to put up a veil during a mission which triggered Yaga’s, their teacher in charge, wrath.

Yaga takes in a deep breath“How many times do I have to tell you to put up a veil ?!”

Gojo really couldn’t careless as his teacher yaps away and probably neither did both of his two friends. He could see Geto nod at times as if acting like he was taking Yaga’s word to heart and with Shoko dozing off with her eyes open.

He does his best to fight back a yawn as something suddenly grabs his attention. You. His eyes trail to you ,who was a year senior to him, walking along the hallway, revealed by the long strip of windows between the classroom and hall. Gojo thinks you’re the loveliest piece of existence in the planet as you gently tug a piece of hair behind as you talk with Utahime.

Feeling a piercing gaze — or maybe it was Yaga’s shouts— you look over inside the class as meet your eyes with beautiful vibrant blue ones of your junior, Gojo Satoru’s.

When you give him a smile and a small wave, you weren’t expecting him to straight up beam at your direction and full on wave as if a kid would wave at an airplane passing by.

Of course this angered Yaga further as a nerve pops on his forehead and hands clenched. “Pay attention, Satoru!” He swings his fist at the boy.

The impact of his teacher’s fist on him sends him flying. If he weren’t such a good student he would have actually used his limitless to block such hits but alas— it may not look like it but he was. “Sensei—! Hitting your students should be against the law.”

He sees Geto sent him an amused smirk and Shoko,who finally woke up, trying to figure out what was happening and to his horror, you were giggling at him. Not many things can make Gojo feel embarrassed but his crush laughing at him when he got hit was one of it.

Yup-! That’s exactly what he needed; his crushing laughing as he gets beat up and lectured by his teacher. His day was going fan-tas-tic!

The day goes on with with the remaining classes. Evening classes were usually training so Shoko was in infirmary with Gojo and Geto on the training grounds but one thing bother Gojo was that the ‘hit’ from Yaga earlier did leave an impact. The back of his head a aching and even made him jump when Geto applied the slightest bit of pressure.

Call him dramatic but he didn’t want the ache to go on further so there he was on his way to the infirmary. He really needed Shoko to patch him up.

He slides the door open as he starts to complain. “Shoko heal me up. Yaga’s hit really did some damage on me”

“You’re hurt?”

Hearing a voice which wasn’t Shoko’s and with almost a magic like ability to make his heart race grabbed his attention. He turns to see you who was near the storage cabinet as if you were arranging something.

“I- uhh…” Suddenly his throat constricted and he couldn’t speak. His face heats up as you tilt your head waiting for an answer as he clears his throat. “Just a bit, y/n.”

“Shoko is out though. She got called to assist in a mission. ” You smile as you sit on a near by chair, pulling another chair beside.

You smile at him as you pat the chair beside yours indicating him to sit down there which makes him tense up slightly but he does as told. “Also you should be calling me ‘senpai’. Utahime-senpai was complaining that youth these days have no manner.”

You laugh. “Now tell me where you’re hurt.”

He sits beside you as he tilts his head and points at his sore spot. “Here.”

Gojo watches you raise your hand and inspect his heat, the places where your fingers grazes heats up which makes him gulp deeply. You laugh as you see a swelling on his head. “Wow- Sensei really did hit you hard…”

The white haired boy relaxes as he he feels the calming sensation on his head which means you were using your technique of healing him. “Does age really matter that much?”

You hum as if thinking through your answer. “Of course. Even a year older means you’ve been in this world for a year longer. That in itself is commendable enough.”

“I heard from Shoko that you like guys older…” Gojo says no longer trying to contain the jealousy in his voice. “Is it because of the same reason?”

Gojo watches your eyes widen and blink in confusion; he thinks any expression you make is so so adorable. You then proceed to giggle. “Just because I dated people who are older than me doesn’t mean I have a type.”

Damn that Shoko probably messed around with her wording. Gojo curses as the girl made it seem you would only date guys older than her.

“For example…” You hum as you bring your finger up to your lips. “Right now I like a guy who is younger than me who never respects his elder.”

Hearing her words, every restrain in his body breaks free and Gojo stands up from his seat ; before he knows it his lips are on yours. He hold your face in place, cupping both side of his cheeks.

Gojo kisses you. Your lips are softer than he imagined it to be and when you let out a small moan he deepens it, stronger and desperate as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

He brings one of his hands to the back of your head, as he runs his hands through your hair. His lips keep moving as if he had lost his mind; deep and urgent as if he couldn’t waste a single second.

Out of breath, he pulls away and looks at you who was breathing heavily and lips slightly plump from his desperate tugs and bites. He watches the same lips curl into a smile as you give him a teasing smile. “Also tell Shoko to quit being your wing man,Satoru. She isn’t quite subtle about it.”

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Meeting your ex jjk boyfriend again after your breakup

Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,1 k

Warnings: cheating in gojo's part, overwhelming emotions in every part lol

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Gojo Satoru

You hate to be here. Just the thought of seeing his face again makes your guts turn. When was the last time you encountered each other?

When he was with her.

“Don’t panic, I’m here with you. Remember?”, Utahime mutters into your ear while walking up those cursed steps towards jujutsu high.

“I thought I’d never have to see that jerk’s face again…”

“Well, not when you’re the second strongest. Don’t let that idiot ruin your mood.”

You sign to yourself, gaze drifting over your beloved students.

When you found out your long-term boyfriend Gojo Satoru cheated on you with none other than Mei Mei, you dropped out of Tokyo Jujutsu High immediately. It was Utahime who took you under her wing and made you the teacher you are today – at Kyoto High.

Those past two years, you really managed to stay away from him. After changing your phone number countless times, after searching day and night for a place to live that he won’t find so easily, you finally lived in peace. Far away from the pain he caused, well distracted from your still messed-up feelings.

But now you’re back. And you will be forced to meet that prick.

“There they come”, Nobara mutters while her gaze drifts over every person that comes into frame.

“Hey, who’s that woman over there?”

“That’s (y/n), a former student here at Jujutsu High. She attended the same class as Gojo-sensei. Right now, she’s working as a teacher at Kyoto High”, Megumi explains briefly.

“Former? Why isn’t she here anymore? I’d love to borrow those boots from here. Damn, that outfit really rocks…”

“There have been some…incidents with Gojo-sensei…”

Nobara’s eyes widen in pure curiosity, her eyes scanning you up and down.

“Her, with that white-haired idiot?”

“What are my lovely students talking about?”

Megumi rolls his eyes out of instinct when the tall man comes to a stand behind them.

“Oh look, the students from Kyoto High arrives with their tea-“

His breath gets stuck in your throat when your eyes make contact with his. How long has it been since he last saw you?

You look…flawless. Your hair a little longer than in his imagination, your body well-built by the countless training hours you might have spent over there at Kyoto High.

But your cold gaze is still the same as on that fateful day that still repeats itself over and over inside his head.

Fuck.

“Look who’s there”, he jeers from afar.

You feel like vomiting all over the floor. Were you really dumb enough to think your feelings just disappeared into thin air? You force your eyes away from him and to stare at his students instead. You just need to get those few days over with. Only those couple hours and you’ll get away with not seeing him for another 2 years.

“Shut up, Gojo”, Utahime warns him next to you.

“It’s nice to see you’re still as weak as before, Utahime! I wonder if you’re still crying all the time-“

"Funny, Gojo. It's nice to see your arrogance is still compensating for your insecurities. Some things never change."

The air around you freezes when those words leave your mouth, everyone around you going silent in an instant. It’s only you and him. Him with that suddenly so hardened expression, you with eyes that spit venom his way.  

“Why don’t you save your breath for someone who cares and just leave us alone until the competition starts?”

"Touché. But if you're going to psychoanalyze me, how about we do it somewhere private? We have some catching up to do."

There it is again. That cheeky smile you know painfully well, the way he tilts his head to the side oh so playfully. Your heart wrenches, bleeds out like it did on that day you saw him.

In Mei Mei’s bedroom.

While she was naked.

“I’d rather die, asshole.”

Without gifting him another look you storm away. Towards the main building, as far away as possible without anyone being able to follow you.

Fuck, you swore to yourself you are over this shit. You shouldn’t care about him, shouldn’t even feel bothered by looking at him anymore. Only one glance at him and you’re completely losing it? You thought you were better than this, stronger than you were two years ago. But apparently, nothing changed. You’re still crying over someone who betrayed you in the nastiest way possible.

A gentle grasp on your wrist rips you out of your nightmares and catapults you in an even worse one.

“Let go of me”, you hiss through gritted teeth when his bright blue eyes meet yours.

"I definitely won’t make that mistake again. You can run all you want, but you know we need to talk. You can’t keep avoiding this... or me.”

You yank your wrist away with full force when something inside you snaps.

"Talk? About what, Gojo? How you always think you can just waltz back into my life whenever it suits you? I’m done with your games."

„Stop calling me Gojo like we’re strangers. Just hear me out-“

"Strangers? That’s what we are now, Gojo. Whatever we had, it’s over. You don’t get to decide when I listen to you."

Fuck, you hate the way tears start to burn in your eyes, how his sheer presence shakes you right to your core. Truth is, you never stopped loving him. Not even when he abused your trust like he did, not even when you caught him with Mei Mei that day. Until now, your stupid heart didn’t get the message, still clings onto him for dear life.

And it hurts like hell.

Gojo takes a deep breath in and takes a step towards you.

"Please, just listen. That night - it wasn’t what you think. I was trying to protect you, but I messed up by keeping you in the dark. I would never betray you like that. You have to believe me."

"Protect me? I saw you in Mei Mei’s room. If that wasn’t what it looked like, then explain why you were there. Don’t expect me to just forget what I saw and the way it made me feel. As if your fucking words mean everything!"

You lose it completely, your composure, those rough years of keeping you together. In that second, you lose yourself.

“That night she called me because she told me about a special grade curse that was hunting after you. I entered her room just seconds before you stumbled in. If I had known this, that she only tries to entertain herself with spreading that fucking misunderstanding between us, I would have never-“

“Have you any idea how I felt that day? You…You were my life, Satoru! I would have died for you! And you didn’t even care enough to follow me!”, you now cry out seething with emotion

“I thought I was doing the right thing!”, he shouts so roughly that you flinch.  

“I thought you needed space, that we’ll talk things out when you didn’t respond countless times. I never thought…that you’d actually believe I was cheating on you! You meant everything to me too, and the thought of losing you, of not even knowing where you were, has been killing me. I’m so sorry for not chasing after you. Until this day, there’s nothing I regret more than giving you space in that fucking moment, I should have fought harder to make things right. Fuck, I missed you every single day since you were gone and it kills me, it fucking kills me I can’t call you mine anymore!”

Are those…tears glistening in his eyes. Is that really Gojo Satoru, standing in front of you, crying?

“Seeing you like this… I don’t know if it makes things better or just harder. Maybe you’re genuinely sorry, but the pain you caused me is real. It’s not something that can be fixed with words or tears alone…”

“Just one kiss.”

He draws closer, the heat of his body paired with his signature perfume now so close that you feel like fainting for a second.

“Give me one kiss and I’ll leave you alone.”

“A kiss?”, you breathe out.

His lips haunted you in your dreams frequently, how they felt pressed against yours and comforted you through everything. You hated how your mind always remembered you of what you’ve lost.

Those kissable lips, that mouth that never failed to make you smile.

But now…a kiss?

"Just one kiss, to remember what we had, to see if there’s still something between us. If it doesn’t change anything, I’ll walk away and give you all the space you need. But if there’s even a spark left… I need to know."

Your mind races as you consider his request with a wave of feelings rushing over you like a tsunami. Memories of your shared moments flood back, the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his touch, and the sweetness of his kisses that used to light up your whole fucking world. But what if he hurts you again? What if all those words are nothing but a filthy little lie to play with you all over?

Your heart pounds while you close your eyes briefly, trying to push through the pain and the intensity of the situation. The idea of that one kiss, despite everything, pulls at your heartstrings. That moment of vulnerability and a chance to confront what’s been haunting her dreams, close enough to touch and feel...

Finally, you open your eyes and nod slowly, your voice barely a whisper.

"One kiss."

Gojo’s eyes soften with a mix of relief and hope as he leans in, his breath warm against your oversensitive and touch-starved skin. His lips meet yours with a gentle, hesitant touch. A bittersweet mixture of longing, regret, and a lingering affection that speaks of all both of you once shared, the feelings that still rise from the ashes between both of you – feelings that never really disappeared. Truth is, you never really stopped loving Gojo Satoru. Even if he shattered your heart into thousands of pieces, even if your heart still aches, you can’t escape his gravity.

Out of instinct, you wrap your longing arms around his neck like you always did, press your body even closer against his. Only that one touch, that one kiss in order to feel that he lied.

But instead, the taste his falling tears on your tongue, feel his desperate hands on your waist. Did…Gojo Satoru miss you as well?

As your lips part, a tear slips down both of your cheeks while heavy breathing fills the cramped room between you.

"From the moment you left, I’ve been lost without you. I thought I could move on, but every day without you has been unbearable. I missed you more than I ever thought possible. I’ve been living in a world where everything reminds me of what we had and what I threw away by not following you that night. I never stopped loving you, not for a single fucking day.

I know I’ve made mistakes and I’ve hurt you in ways I can never fully make up for. But standing here now, feeling your arms around me and knowing that you still care... it’s more than I deserve. I love you, and I’ve always loved you. If there’s any chance for us to rebuild what we had, I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I need you to know that my feelings for you have never faded, and they never will.”

You look at him with a mix of longing and hope, your eyes silently asking for what you’re yearning for.

"One more kiss," you whisper,

"just to see if it’s real.”

Toji Fushiguro

Your eyes are focus on the glittery liquid that swirls around in your glass, too focused on the play of color to even listen to that jerk opposite of you.

“(y/n), are you even listening to me?”

“Of course, go on”, you mutter through your hand without even looking up.

To be honest, your dating life has been a mess since that one guy. Dates each and every night, nameless men who cling onto your rock bottom for dear life. Getting showered by meaningless compliment that are supposed to drag you into their beds, the bitter taste of gammahydroxybutyricacid on a regular basis.

Just like now. Liquid ecstasy.

You raise your eyebrows, allow yourself a glimpse at that muscular guy with a face that looks like out of every plastic surgeons dream and that fake rolex around his wrist. As if you’d be dumb enough to actually swallow that shit. But on the other hand, you might as well wait until he spent all his money for you in that way too expensive restaurant before leaving him standing in the rain.

“You have to be the prettiest woman I’ve even seen”, he jeers while grabbing your hand.

You force down that wave of puke that threatens to take you over and put on the sweetest smile you have to offer.

What a loser, honestly. Not even able to read a woman properly.

But none of the men you’ve met since him were.

“Aren’t you thirsty? Don’t you like your drink?”

Yeah, like you’re dumb enough to drink that shit.

“I’d actually like to eat something before drinking. Otherwise, I’m drunk immediately”, you give back oh so innocently.

He lets out a disgusting laughter, his hungry eyes almost pilling you out of your skintight dress. Well, that’s what you get for going on a date with someone who calls himself selfmade CEO of something that has to be another lousy pyramid scheme.

Let’s get this over with.

Your eyes dart around the room aimlessly in order to find a way to escape later on. Unfortunately, the toilets don’t provide a window and as it seems, you won’t be able to escape that main hall. Screw those fancy restaurants and their high alert.

It’s a feeling that crawls up your spine so suddenly that your head yanks to the right out of instinct.

Cold eyes. That scar on the corner of his mouth that flinches when he catches you staring at him.

So familiar cold eyes that you feel like fainting for a second.

It can’t be him, it’s impossible that it’s him-

“Toji?”, you breathe out.

You haven’t seen him since that day.

Since the two of you broke up.

You swore to yourself to never see that man again, moved to Tokyo on order to get lost in the crowd, went on countless dates to fuck his face out of your mind.

But as soon as your eyes land on him, your guts twist just like they did before, a wave of fright washing over your usual so broad back.

“I need to go”, you mutter, not even caring about that douchebag on the other side of the table anymore.

You need to get out of here, need to hide in some lonely corner, need to move to another city. Or another country? It seems like he’ll always find you, no matter where you go.

The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall as you stumble out of the restaurant. Where are you supposed to go? Aimlessly, you haste through the next alley, eyes darting behind you as if you’re haunted.

That toxic fucker, that crazy man who apparently didn’t accept your breakup at all. Toji is no one to be messed with, a maniac when it comes to his toys.

And you are one of those toys. Well, you hope you were.

“Think you can escape me like that?”

The next second, you find yourself pinned against a wall with no way out.

“Let go of me, you freak”, you press out, not even daring to look up at him.

Fuck, you’re absolutely screwed. There’s no way you’ll get out of here like you did last time.

“Is that how you greet the love of your life, huh?”

He grabs your cheek firmly and forces your head towards his.

There they are, those dangerous eyes. Up close, in their full glory.

You feel like puking.

“I don’t love you anymore. You treated me like shit.”

That’s what you told yourself over and over again, literally tattooed on your heart. You can’t love a guy like him, he’ll never give you what you need and want.

“So you’re telling me that guy who wanted to fuck after your blackout is better? Can’t tell me you didn’t notice that loser put something in your drink.”

“It’s none of your business”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Everything that has to do with you is my business, babe. You did a good job hiding from me for a few months. But you can’t escape me”, he mutters against your ear.

His hot breath against your naked and oversensitive skin almost sends you over the edge, forces that knot inside your stomach to start pulsating all over again.

That fucker who knows your body so well. That asshole who plays with your feeling all over again.

“We’ve broke up”, you remind him with unsteady gaze.

“So you have no feelings for me? Hate me? Just because I killed that guy-“

“You killed so many people that I lost count. I can’t do this!”, you blurt out.

“But do you love me?”

Your heart almost pounds out of your chest, sweat now covering your forehead only by looking at him. So many nights, you’ve drank enough to forget your own name.

But you never forgot his.

“Doesn’t matter…”

“So you do.”

Before you’re even able to protest, he lifts you up and cages you against the wall. And your lousy traitor of a body? Wraps your legs around his waist as if none of this ever happened.

“I’ll make it up to you, princess”, he mumbles into the crook of your neck, now placing gentle kisses on your bare skin.

You want to tell him to stop, want to yank your body out of his demanding grasp.

But instead, you let your head fall back and close your eyes.

Fuck, you missed this. You missed him.

“And don’t ya dare to run away from me again. You’re mine.”

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[byproducts-of-my-imagination]

Everyone Hates Todo Except You

The best part about Todo is that you don’t have to put yandere in front of him because his normal behavior already screams delusional and obsessive.   You cannot convince me that he doesn’t sniff all your things as soon as you’re not looking.  He’s just so intense.  I love this man, need to catch up on jjk.

~1k words. Thank you to whoever requested this and I hope you enjoy!

At the Kyoto branch, nobody really bothers sticking their nose in Todo’s business.  But when there’s an enormous mound of trash bags outside his room that just keeps getting bigger, concerning glances and eyebrow raises no longer cut it.  Normally his antics earn a side eye or two, but lately it’s been a little much, even for him.  At the breakfast table the next day, the girls decide to draw straws to see who has to tell him to move his shit.

“It’s not fair!  Why do I have to do it?”  Miwa groans, cursing her bad luck for the thousandth time.  

“It is fair, you just happened to draw the short straw now go deal with it!  We'll back you up.”  Mai grins, knowing full well she rigged it.

Kasumi Miwa would rather be doing literally anything else at this moment.  She timidly knocks on the door, and says, “Todo?  Could you move all this stuff please?  You’re starting to block the hallway.”

“Yeah I’ll get to it whenever I get the rest of this junk cleaned up.  Don’t worry there’s no food waste so there shouldn’t be any smell.”

“B-but Todo…. It's been almost a week now…”  The only response was the muted sound of shuffling.

Miwa looks back in defeat at her so-called “back up” as they peek from behind the corner.  Their best bet now is to get one of the boys to convince him.  And if they fail it’s straight to Utahime-sensei.  

Todo looks at his room, emptier than it’s ever been.  He knew this was the likeliest outcome.  Takada-chan was a beloved idol, and even if she liked him back (which he thought she might have at some point) there was no way she could be with him.  He knew, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less.  There were years of carefully collected merch, thousands of dollars being stuffed into trash bags to be thrown away.  But instead of the despair he carefully denied for years, he didn’t feel any loss throwing away all the autographed posters and pictures.  No, he had something much better now, someone who could actually be with him in this wretched, boring world.  He had his wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect in every way girlfriend.  And while you weren’t aware that you were destined to be with him yet, he would make sure you’d know soon.  As soon as he finished purging his space of Takada-chan (it wouldn’t do to have pictures of an old flame) he’d confess.  

A few days later he was tying up the last trash bag, ready to enact his plan.  He asked you to meet him under the largest tree in the forest on the edge of the training field.  Several hypothetical scenarios floated through his mind, and he focused on the one where you’d enthusiastically said you loved him back and then he married you and had many children.  As he neared the confession site, Todo felt yet another arrow go through his heart as you came into view.  I’ll never get tired of seeing her.

“Todo, is everything okay?  What’s up?”  A shiver ran down Todo’s spine, goosebumps rising.  God, even your voice was perfect.

“I love you.  Promise me, y/n.  That we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.”  He got down on one knee like a proposal, looking up at you like a devout follower.

“Todo… I don’t know about the rest of our lives but why don’t we start with a date?  I like you too.”  While you were a bit taken aback by his forwardness, you brush it off as Todo being Todo.  You never disliked his honesty and unabashedness.

“My girlfriend!! I knew you felt the same!”  A single tear ran down Todo’s face.   

Back to the dorms, it wasn’t long before everyone found out and congregated at your room to badger you with questions.  

“Ugh that gorilla?  You guys are dating now?”  Nishimiya asked, firmly believing Todo to be an improper and inadequate boyfriend.  

“I thought he only had eyes for that idol Takado or whatever,” Miwa chimes.

“It’s Takada,” Mai corrects, not able to make eye contact with Nishimiya’s suspicious glance in her direction. 

“We’re dating now!  He just asked me out, and he’s really good to me.” you reply, thinking of how Todo insisted on carrying you back to the dorms, gently setting you down before running off saying he needed to ‘prepare’.  

“You can do way better than Todo, trust us.” The girls all nod in agreement.  However, Todo is outside your room balancing a tray of perfectly cooked lunch and a cold pitcher of water.  

“What are you guys talking about?”  he knows already, but wants to hear them say it to his face.  

“How y/n is too good for the likes of you.”  Mai minces no words for Todo.  With the uncomfortable tension rising, the Kyoto girls hastily make an exit.  

“My love, I made lunch for us.  I know I am not handsome, or come from wealth and a good sorcerer family like some of our classmates.  But I will be devoted.  I will never stray from you, I’d die if you asked me to.”  he says, as he sets the meal on your small desk, pulling out utensils and napkins.  His normal confidence seems to waver a bit, and it seems that not even Todo is immune to worrying about what other people think of him.  

“Todo, don’t worry about what they say and please don’t say you’ll die for me.  I like you a lot, I wouldn’t have accepted your confession if I didn’t.  I also think you’re quite handsome.”  

“You love me back?”  he whispers, kneeling at the edge of your bed, looking up at you.  While it’s a bit too early to tell, Todo’s hopeful, reverent look has you obliging him. 

“I do love you back.”  He embraces you, and you can hear his heartbeat in his bare chest.  It feels good to be loved so wholeheartedly, and you’ll give him all the love you have to repay him.