#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.

[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 😭😭

[sparkleteacup]

Happy birthday, Gojo!

[cakesensei]

Chasing Cars.

[kenrik]

[nanaosaki3940]

JJK S2 on July 2023!!!

If 2022 was Dabi's year (for Dabi's Dance in MHA), then 2023 is gonna be Toji's year for JJK, y'all!!! 🥳🥰🤗💖

[getougender]

utahime catches the kyoto kids smuggling alcohol into the dorms and she pulls a disappointed face but it’s not because of the underage drinking (it’s utahime) it’s because they’re so damn sloppy about it that literally anyone could have noticed. aren’t you all training to be sorcerers?

[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.

[cursingtoji]

“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.”

[rmorde]

Checking on the polls I've made:

It warms my heart how Nanami-sensei is appreciated.

The honor of being THE teacher's pet is getting really intense.