#what did satoru nii put in this man to make him so

[togament]

i want to run my hands through his hair while he has his hand steady on my waist

i want to lean in close enough to kiss him but pull away just as he’s leaning in to tease him

i want him to get so frustrated his grip on my waist slightly tightens

i want him to tangle his fingers in my hair and kiss me so hard our noses smush together, not making room to breathe whatsoever

i want him to push me up against a wall with his leg slotted in between my thighs, pressing up just enough to—

[yuesya]

Twinswap v2: Would Sukuna be able to tell that Shiki isn’t Satoru when they fight? He’s scarily insightful after all

Warning: Description of gore/slight body horror.

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Looking back on the fight with Gojo Satoru down in that underground station in Shibuya, Choso freely acknowledged that the only reason he and the other Special Grade cursed spirits had survived that encounter at all was due to the regular humans brought in as collateral. They’d all known it, at the time. Gojo Satoru was the strongest sorcerer alive, and in order to bring him low, they needed to resort to unconventional, underhanded means.

If it hadn’t been for Kenjaku –damn that man, for all the suffering he’d caused Choso and his siblings– using Prison Realm to seal Gojo when he did, there’s no doubt that Choso and the other curses would’ve been eventually whittled down one by one.

… He’d always known it, intellectually.

But never had that fact been as obvious as it was now.

Even handicapped by the damage that Prison Realm had done to him, Gojo was still going toe-to-toe against Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses. What initially started off as an operation to flush out and kill Kenjaku once and for all had swiftly turned into an unexpected battle between two sorcerers who resembled calamitous gods more than mortals, when Sukuna appeared without any warning.

Choso stumbles when a particularly harsh tremor rips through the ground, grabs his little brother before the boy falls on his face, and continues running.

“Thanks, Choso!”

“Call me ‘nii-chan,’” Choso reflexively corrects Yuji, entirely on automatic. His little brother doesn’t get a chance to respond, though, because suddenly the building next to them crumbles, debris raining down on them like a rumbling avalanche–

It’s a testament to his brother’s hardiness that he makes it through with only a few scratches. Still, Choso can feel his heart pounding –if Yuji had been a second slower avoiding any of those jagged pieces of concrete, propelled with enough force to put literal holes into the ground…

He determinedly shakes the thought out of his mind.

Around them, other sorcerers are also running. Fleeing the fight between the two titans taking place behind them, in order not to get caught up as inadvertent casualties –or unwilling distractions for Gojo, hindrances in every sense of the word. If only Prison Realm hadn’t caused the man to–

“Who are you?”

Sukuna’s growling voice is a low rumble around their ears. And Gojo–

Laughs.

“Y’know, you’re the first to actually ask me that?” The man stretches, then claps his hands together. “Whew, okay. That’s enough for a warm-up, I think! I guess the ‘King of Curses’ really isn’t an opponent to take on while I’m only operating at half capacity.”

Incredulously, Choso glances around the literal field of destruction, where half the surrounding landscape has already been leveled flat, then back towards the insane sorcerer.

Half capacity? Half capacity??

… Wait, what does he mean? Isn’t his Limitless–

“Ho? Quite full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Gojo shrugs, and folds his hands together in a seal in front of himself. “I’m not accustomed to this body, and this body isn’t accustomed to me, either. I’m good with Limitless, but not that good. I’ll need to modify this body a little bit so I can properly use it… mm…”

Cursed energy crackles, and–

Not one to stand by idly while his opponent was clearly preparing something, Sukuna launches another attack, flanked by the Ten Shadows shikigami at his side. Mahoraga, the other sorcerers had whispered. The crown jewel of the Zenin Clan–

Gojo isn’t moving.

Gojo isn’t moving.

Whatever he’s doing that requires so much of his concentration to remain still has him even disengaging his Limitless barrier. The attacks land point-blank, and the air is filled with blood and mangled flesh–

“Gojo-sensei!”

The gory mess of flesh twitches.

Then–

Rises, twisting, binding and pulling itself together into a humanoid shape, but it’s… not right. It’s not right. Muscles and sinews twist over pale white bones, stopping at a height that’s considerably shorter than Gojo’s original form. New skin grows in pale patches, covering the raw red flesh rapidly right before their eyes, except the shape is… petite, curved, and undeniably female.

The thing that was once Gojo Satoru throws its head back, long white hair flowing around its naked body like a river of snow-white silk.

Cursed blue eyes blink open. Dark and eldritch, and most definitely not the Six Eyes.

“Gojo-sensei…?” Yuji takes a small, aborted step forward, retracing his steps towards the direction of his once-teacher, but Choso immediately throws out an arm to stop him.

In hindsight, everything is blindingly clear.

“… That’s not Gojo Satoru,” he says grimly, voice terse.

The thing that rose out of the powerful sorcerer’s body raises its arms. Flexes its hands, and shifts its weight, testing its range of motion.

“Not bad,” it says, bouncing slightly in an almost childish motion.

A woman? Who–?

Sukuna hums, a faintly intrigued sound, despite the drastic turn of events that no one could’ve predicted. Then he opens his mouth, and Choso can feel the way his blood runs cold.

“Your name, cursed spirit?”

A mischievous giggle.

“Gojo Shiki.”

[magnetohazard]

THE BOYS(AND TSUBAKI) ARE BACK IN TOWN

Time to celebrate. After many months, we finally have the three-chapter gap in translations of Nii Satoru's Wind Breaker FILLED on mangareader.

This series is great, y'all. If you like media with delinquents and fighting, this is the series to read.

Also, if you like good transgender representation in your manga, this series is a must-read.

This is Takusu Tsubakino. Despite what the official translations for scenes involving her may lead you to believe, she is indeed transgender and when the only site I could find this on had fan scans with really bad formatting, she was a standout character to me as a newly-trans woman myself. She gets her own arc explaining who she is as a person and let me tell you, that shit brought me to tears with how seen I felt reading it.

BUT FIRST A LITTLE BACKGROUND

I got recommended this manga in a really small Facebook group that was dedicated to sharing art(fan and official) of trans characters in manga and anime and I didn't know just how good this character would be going into it. The series' writing, at first, was somewhat standard, but I sensed that there was more to the story even without the trans rep. And there was. It confronts a lot of issues that I faced growing up like having trouble fitting, trying to prove yourself in all the wrong ways, and getting rid of a fractured image of what it means to be fulfilled.(excuse the following picture's quality, it was from my old phone which did this weird thing where the screen brightness also determined the brightness of the screen capture)

Now I was really sucked in to the story already and they showed Tsubakino in an earlier panel in one of the chapters following the first major fight in the series because she's one of the 5 strongest people at the school the characters go to, which is full of kind-hearted delinquents doing community service and being the pride of the town because of it.

Unfortunately, Tsubaki didn't get her own chapter until almost the end of where the English fan translations stopped at the time but I will reiterate: I fucking cried when I got to her backstory.

Now when she finally gets a chance to speak out loud in chapter 62, we get the good news of the main character, Sakura, not being transphobic after being corrected once(in the fan translations, I took a break in the middle of writing this because I needed to re-read her arc to put my thoughts in order and they got updated with the official translations that still use he/him). Honestly? Huge win because Sakura is a whole other post himself that I may or may not make later.

But the real meat comes from the chapter after this. Tsubaki asks Sakura on a date, which is just her way of saying: "Come help me with a personal project." That project is to visit an older man that she met as a child and keep him company because he and his now-deceased wife were the ones who helped her realize that she is trans and the way they tell the story in chapters 64 and 65 are absolutely tearjerking so I'm not going to really get into it here. Please go read those chapters to really feel it for yourself!(pt2 in reblogs)

[nkogneatho]

►Two can play at this game

↳Pairings: Gojo x stepsister!reader

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↳ Warnings: explicit smut, stepcest, spitting, consensual, pussy eating, spitting, characters are not blood related, unprotected sex.

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It was 3am when he heard giggling noises coming from your bedroom. Privacy is something Gojo has never cared about when it came to you. He always invaded your personal space, sugar coating it with "I am just trying to save you from bad influence".

Without knocking, he turned the doorknob and creaked the door slightly open, enough to watch what exactly was so funny to you. Well he was surprised to see his naughty little step sister's hands buried in her panties as she moans and giggles while talking on the call. Satoru knew it was your recent boyfriend. It was not the jealousy that drove him crazy, but the fact that he knew that the guy was perfect. You were blinded by how sweet he occurred to you and that made him mad for he wants to be the only one you pay attention too. Which explains why he always tries to get on your nerves.

"Uhm- yeah. What else you want to do with me baby?", your voice was coquettish, which only fueled Gojo's anger. But he is not the type to yell or burst his agression out. Man has his own style of lacing it with his dick behaviour.

"Woah ho! Someone's having fun", he stepped in, startling you. Your hands, instinctively ended the call.

"Nii-san, what the fuck?", you immediately covered yourself with the nearest pillow.

"Oh come on. If I see something I have never seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it", you roll your eyes at his snarky comment.

Before you could look back and argue, he already stood tall in front of you. His big torso shadowing you, making you feel so meek. Pupils cruising on your bare skin.

"W-what are you staring at?", your voice wasn't timid but did have a submissive tone. Yet it was met with nothing but silence and a push to which you landed on the bed. It stumbled a little when he rested his knee near the edge of the mattress. Your toes were being an obstacle for him to peer at your glistening pussy. He struggled to part your legs as you weren't ready to give in that easy.

"This is wrong. We shouldn't do this", you argued. But who was he to listen?

"Are you sure you don't want...", your eyes followed his and hiked down where they led. "...this", he palmed his shaft up and down. It was long and thick. Just the way you like it. The heavy precum leaking from the tip to which he lured them around his fat dick. How long has he been watching me? You swallowed your empty mouth and did nothing but sincerely part your legs, giving him an access to your entrance. His face didn't fail to exhibit the cheeky smirk to your defeated act. He gazed at your perfectly pre-orgasmed pussy, glistening in the neon pink light your room had.

"Do you know how hot you are? It’s truly distracting.", his fingers ran to stroke your cunt open. "Tell me what you like, little sister", his voice was a couple of octave lower. In the relief of finally feeling the actual touch there, you sighed.

"You don’t have to be gentle with me, I don’t break easily", he smirked when you said something that riled his lust up.

"I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.", he dived in, gripping your thighs. Licking the first stripe of your wetness.

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Warm breaths were leaving your lips as he slurped your juices with his skillful tongue. "Mmrph...yvouw lwike wthat bwaby", his vocals sending vibrations to your core and rousing it even more. He kissed your pretty clit before he started stripping himself.

"You see this sissy?", he asked fisting his erection. "This how fucking hard you make me. Everytime I see you in those little skirts that you wear just to go hoe around someone else, it turns me on. Finally have you all by myself tonight"

You were not even slightly disgusted by the words that left your step brother's mouth. It was enticing and honest. "Come closer", you demanded as he was a little away from the edge of the bed. You slowly levitated your feet near his chest. Gradually brushing them on his skin. Trailing them further down until they were near his crotch. You then brought the other one to and began to stroke his girth with them. "Mhm", he chuckled. "You are something else for sure-Ah!", head thrown back when your toes messed around with the veins. He grabbed on of your feet and spat on them. Then placed back to where it was before. But a little more wet to help you slip easily.

"Ohh Yeah! Hmmm. Fuck. Can't believe you had such talent", he caressed his neck, moaning.

"Well there's a lot you don't know about what I can do since you have always focused on my cunt", your vile tone was arousing him even more.

He slapped away your feet in offense. Settled on the bed, grabbed your ankles apart. He didn't even bother to tease your entrance and just pushed himself slowly in.

"Ah! Fuck! What the-fuck? You're bi-big", you stuttered from the excitement of getting your pussy filled with your step-brother's thick cock.

"Yeah. I know that. I see myself everyday", he wasn't even looking at you. Just your hole stuffed with his length. "Ngh- you sure have a tight cunt sister. Ah!"

"Yeah I know that. I feel myself everyday", you quirked an eyebrow. Sure you were getting fucked but will you stop spitting back venom to your nii-chan? Um. NO.

"You're being sarcastic? Hm fine. Why not I fuck you dumb so your brain can't comprehend anything and I don't get to hear such annoying shit"

"Try", you were not someone to back down. How long can you hold this attitude? Until he rams himself in you.

Satoru pinned your knees to your chest and went so deep inside you. His dick kissed places you never thought anyone could reach.

"Ah! Holy shit that's- ngh.....That's so- fucki- ah!", poor you couldn't even form a sentence now.

He started thrusting himself. Your walls wrapped his veins so perfectly. He was frustrated. Frustrated by the thought that someone had the courage to talk back and it most unfortunately had to be you. You're not the sweet innocent little girl he thought you would be. You're now someone that's getting on his nerves and he has to put you right in your place.

"Not speaking so much now, are you huh?", he groaned. "See y/n?", his fingers grabbed your jaw. "You're nothing but a cocksleeve. Gojo Satoru's cocksleeve. I am gonna fuck that ego out of you right now.", and he does what he says. He had you drooling and whining as he rushed in and out of you.

"Go-gonna c-cum. Fuck! Ah! Yes right- there. Fu-fuck me nii-chan. Wanna ngh- cum on your thick cock", you whined.

"My dick had you begging so soon? Wow. You bet I am gonna make you cum on me", he was getting close too. Afterall your walls had him increase his pace.

"Yes r-right there. FUCK! Oh shit- I am cumming", you wailed as he rammed himself in you.

"Oh F-fuck! Oh yes", curses left his mouth when had himself buried in you. Your whole body stuttered in your orgasm. Soon you realised a hot, tingling sensation in your cunt. It was Satoru emptying his seeds in you. This is the first time someone ever had came inside you.

"Holy shit", he dropped on the bed beside you. Not even bothering to clean up. Both of your chests were heaving from the intensity.

"You better clean this shit up, dick", you wiped the sweat off yourself.

"Why should I?"

"Because it's YOUR mess", he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah but it's in YOU. Your responsibility", he chuckled. "Anyways. Tell your boyfriend I said HIE", he stood up.

"I don't have a boyfriend"

"Then who were you talking to?", he turned back. Was it just a friend?

"No one. I lied", he was surely interested in what exactly was THIS LIE.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," you crawled closer to him, "...caught you gazing up my skirt last week so I thought why not give you the actual thing if you're that desperate. Plus I can't get the image of this pretty cock out of my mind since I walked in on you changing.

He could only laugh at this point at how he was fooled so easily. Can't say it wasn't worth it tho. His knuckles brushed against your cheecks.

"Mhm. You live up to our name. Dick yet smart move. You want this to be an ongoing thing, lil sissy?"

"Only if you want to...", your head moved closer near his cock, planting a light kiss on the tip, "...nii-san"

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[roscgcld]

HEADCANONS + GOJO SATORU || onii-chan

note: this was a few ideas given to me by my beloved 🌸Anon - a bunch of new gojotwins!au headcanons c: this one is a little different compared to my other story, so this is a stand alone one. might turn it into a series if it gets enough love, but we’ll see~ you can read the original ask here!

pronouns: she/her

note: mentions of blood and death and spoilers for volume 8 & 9 of the manga. SUPER LONG by the way lol

gojotwins!au masterlist

twins have always been viewed as a bad omen for the parents - there are high chances of both twins developing no Cursed Technique at all, or have a Cursed Technique that is not desirable. So there had been no hope when one of the wives from the main family of the gojo clan was pregnant, and from what they can tell with twins at that

so it was a huge surprise to not only the elders but the entire jujutsu world when not one, but both of the twins were born with the coveted Six Eyes - something that had never happened in the history of the gojo clan. it was a moment to be celebrated!

if only they knew just what was lies ahead

much to the delight of the elders, the older one of the twins was the boy, satoru, while the girl was born 20 minutes after - it wouldn’t have mattered if it was the other way around, but just having the young boy being the one born first was definitely the icing on the cake

both of you were an absolute headache to deal with, causing so much chaos and mayhem that the elders had wondered if they should have celebrated at the idea of having two Six Eyes users under the same house was a good thing

the both of you trained together throughout your younger years, with satoru becoming super overprotective even though you were twins - he understood from a young age that the both of you were starting at different levels of footing because of your gender

yes, you are a girl - but at 7 years old you had exorcise a Grade-Two Curse by yourself with no more than an annoyed click of your tongue and a snap of your fingers, walking away whilst whining about how it got your favourite dress dirty

with that being said though, he loves to tease you are still the younger one between the both of you, and had teased you about how you should refer to him as ‘onii-chan’ instead of his first name

“come on, Y/N~ it’s a sign of respect~”

“i am going to spend you to outer space one of these days.”

the two of you were already known about the jujutsu world way before you even became old enough to enroll in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - you two were even allowed to enter without an interview with the then principal of the school

who would want to waste their time interviewing two highly over qualified teenagers anyway?

the first time you met geto and shoko, they were both intimidated by your sheer presence. the both of them have heard talks about the gojo twins entering their year as a pair

so when they had first met you, standing there in your uniform with your bright blue eyes hiding behind a pair of blacked out sunglasses and an indifferent look on your face - they definitely felt a shiver go through their bodies

however, when they saw your twin brother appearing behind you with the biggest grin, hugging you from behind whilst you scowled and tried to push his head away - they were definitely less intimidated now

“now, now, Y/N-chan, stop being so scary~”

“nii-chan, i am giving you three seconds to let go of me.”

the two of you quite the duo, especially when you two are always pinned against one another with more difficult and more challenging missions compared to when you were under the care of the gojo clan 

geto felt less pressure to match up to his friend, since satoru and Y/N are always at each other’s throat - wanting to outmatch the other and one up the other with silly things like Curse head counts and how difficult its level is

with that being said, satoru is very protective of you - if any so much as speaks poorly of you, he would not hesitate to put them in their place

“oya? what makes you think you can speak of my baby sister like that?” satoru had hummed towards the small group of men, who were commenting on how beautiful the young woman was followed by a lot of unsavoury comments. 

satoru still sported his casual smile, yet there was a certain air around him that made them shut their mouths up real fast. “mind repeating that? just want to make sure that i have a good enough reason to put your lazy asses six feet underground..”

after that specific incident by the way, satoru had you and your friends out on a little excursion around tokyo - where they just did a bunch of stupid things together to calm down

you can read him like the back of a book though, so when both of your friends went away to browse through some shelves in a video game store, you just wrapped your arms around your brother with a smile. “you know, nii-chan, you don’t need to go about protect my honour. i’m a big girl now.”

he’d just blink down at you before giving you a soft but genuine smile, petting the top of your head with one of his hand while the other was resting inside of his pocket. “if i don’t protect you, who am i going to protect?”

that statement was proven during your second year - a cursed user had overpowered you and shoko and had taken the both of you hostage. the curse user had practically beaten you into a pulp, knowing that you were the stronger one between the two

shoko had been tied up and beaten as well, but you were definitely taking the brunt of his anger - along with being forced to listen about how he was going to sell you to some low life family that had been trying to get you to marry their sorry excuse of a son. 

you don’t even remember meeting the father of the boy, who had claimed to visit the gojo clan home a few times now

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the man had gripped as he gripped your hair in his hands, giving you a smirk whilst you scowled over at him in annoyance, blinking the blood out of your eyes from the wound on the top of your head. 

before you can give another snarky answer in reply that will get you another beating, the sound of someone kicking the door in. before either one of you can move, the man suddenly let go of your hair with a pained gasp as someone grabbed his hair and forced his head back, looking up into a pair of glowing blue eyes

“get your filthy hands off my baby sister.”

geto was in charge of taking care of the both of you, leaving the room with a simple reminder to satoru that they needed to bring the man back alive

both of you spending most of your time trying to unlock the many secrets of the Limitless, and how to control it better

during the entire star plasma vessel fiasco, you had stayed by geto’s side. and while you didn’t manage to save rika from being murdered, you had, like gojo, managed to touch the core of cursed energy

toji had ‘killed you’ before he went after geto, yet like satoru, he did not decapitate your head; so you had slowly started to use the reverse curse technique to heal your wounds

so you couldn’t believe satoru’s belief when he found you using reverse cursed technique to heal geto, wrapping you up in his arms while you just smile and hold him as well

the three of you plus shoko had turned to one another for comfort, because along the way you four have grown close to the young girl, and her death really affected all of you

but if there is something bright that came out from this, is that you and your brother had really elevated yourselves to become the strongest duo of the new generation - both pretty much an entire chest above the current active sorcerers

after satoru had calmed down, he had told you about what toji had said to him before his death - about how he has a son that he had planned to sell of to the zen’ins

the two of you went to visit the young boy, discovering that he had an older sister as well; and without hesitation you had taken the both of them under your wing, pulling a few strings behind the scenes while also trying to provide him with as normal as a life as you two could

megumi had viewed you as a mother figure, someone who looked out for him and tsumiki, teaching the two of them life skills like sewing and cooking, making sure they always have warm meals. 

you never miss their birthdays either - always making sure to get them either a cake or a small cupcake with a candle on the top to blow out just for the sake of tradition

sure, satoru loves to spoil them too, but he acted more like their chilled older brother - he definitely relies on you more as a parental figure he had lacked for quite a huge part of his childhood

he had remembered how once, when you had made him his favourite curry and rice after a long week, he just sighed and said, “thanks mum,” before he started to eat his meal 

at first you froze in shock, and  megumi did too - but before the blushing teen can apologise, you had already wrapped him up in your arms as you just cried your heart out

satoru had teasingly asked him if megumi can call him ‘dad’, to which megumi just scowled and sent his divine dogs after your brother

satoru loves to introduce you two as the ‘strongest duo’ by the way - which makes you super awkward and you hate it with a passion. he wasn’t wrong, but it’s still awkward

“we’re the Gojos - the strongest duo out there.”

“please stop calling us that.”

feel like because you’re there, geto might still be on the path to the light lmao - like mans will be a teacher in school and you three will be dub the ‘idiot trinity’ or some bullshit nickname lol - the three biggest troublemakers in the jujutsu world

yet the three most capable ones as well - absolutely drive the higher ups of the jujutsu world insane

with that being said though - the three of you definitely hashed a plan to change the jujutsu world together. even shoko agrees that there should be some change to the old ways of the jujutsu world; so the four of you decided to sign up to work as teachers at Jujutsu High 

the first group of students you took under your wing was the then first years - maki, toge, panda, and eventually yuta when he joined your little class

you are the mother for the students while geto is the responsible dad; satoru is the crazy uncle that is not allowed to supervise the students alone, and shoko is the cool aunt who lets you skip class in her office if you want

all the students have, at one point, just referred to you as ‘mum’ and you had always just accepted that with a soft smile and a pat on the top of their head

even if they are taller than you, they will willingly bend down to your height so you can pet them on the head - even megumi lets you get away with it

when itadori and nobara came into the picture, you had taken them un as your own as well - but you did spend a good 5 minutes laughing with geto at the idea that yuji manages to control sukuna like he is just an annoying imaginary friend in the back of his head that refuses to shut up

you had tried to give them some form of normality and comforts as teenagers, even if many times they were forced into very uncomfortable situations

all in all - it was utter chaos the moment both you and satoru were born. yet it was a miracle nonetheless. many times you prove to the world that your bond is stronger than people think it is, and that you two will go through anything to make sure the other is safe. 

you are the younger one, but the more responsible one too. the motherly figure that everyone turned to, even your friends and brother, who needs comfort and a warm meal. yet if provoked, you can become deadly and kill with no hesitation. it’s because of this, both you and your brother are considered as quite the deadly duo; the strongest ones around. 

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[cassanovancats]

felicitate. four.

three < current > five

March 2017

White Day is only a few days away when you begin to notice Rika’s form is absent from your training sessions lately. There shouldn’t be any reason for this, at least not one you’re aware of. Your class celebrated Yuta’s birthday just two days ago, and both the curse and cursed seemed fine, great even. You decide it’s best to bring this up casually - Yuta was still so skittish and Rika would be able to hear whatever you said anyways. So while you lead Yuta through a yoga session, you ask, “How’s Rika?”

He flusters and falls from his side-plank variation pose. The band he was using as an aid tangles around his calf. You debate and decide to leave him. If you touched him now, he might spontaneously combust. That thought makes you giggle a little. You move to change to a position that meant you weren’t looking at him. Hopefully, that’s less pressure.

Yuta speaks up when you’re fully downward dog, leading you to believe your plan worked. “She’s fine, yeah, fine. Just uh - tired?” You nod but inwardly roll your eyes. You shift your hips in to move to upward facing dog and make eye contact again.

“Just checking. I miss her hanging out, you know?” It’s obvious Yuta just lied, curses don’t get tired, but it’s better to not call him out this time. You just have to hope it wasn’t anything you did. “I know you fell but at this point you’re just slacking. Get back on your mat,” you say, changing the topic to something safe.

You’re back in downward facing dog when the door slides open. A familiar voice drawls, “Why are you still working out, dummy? Forgot our plans?” You scramble to your feet.

“Gumi!” You rush to hug him despite his obvious distaste. “What time is it? Do I still have time to shower or will we be late?”

Your little brother snorts and pushes you away, “Please do, you smell. You have,” he checks his watch, “fifteen minutes.”

“Gumi! That’s not enough time!” You yell, already sprinting towards the showers at the back of the gym. Yuta pouts at how quickly you seemed to forget his presence. That face doesn’t escape Megumi.

“So, you like my idiot sister?”

“W-what! No, no no no, it’s not like that! She just helps t-train me and -!” Yuta knows he’s rambling but he can’t seem to stop talking.

“Whatever,” Megumi has better things to worry about than repressed hormones. He's known that Yuta had a crush on you since the first time he came to campus to train with you after Yuta arrived. Your classmate couldn’t stop staring and seemed disheartened by the fact that you called Megumi by a shortened version of his given name. He had pouted until Satoru showed up and made a spectacle of ‘Team Gojo’ being all together again. Like you three didn’t, at minimum, have a weekly dinner together.

“If you ever want to acknowledge them, you’ll have to get approved by Satoru.” Yuta feels like he also needs the approval of this boy, but he leaves that unsaid. Just nods dumbly. Probably a good thing he didn’t respond, because you barrel through the doors you disappeared from.

When you rush past him, Yuta gets a strong whiff of the floral scent he’s come to associate with you. Megumi laughs under his breath at the blissed out look. Your hair drips water onto your tee shirt and it’s clear you rushed. “Really, really sorry to dip, Yuta. Run through those stretches we did last week to cool down!” Your fingers distractedly pull your wet hair into a braid as you instruct him. “Oh! Tell Maki I won’t be at afternoon training, Satoru already knows and gave permission. Megumi, grab my duffel?” Already carrying it, he rolls his eyes. “I should be back tomorrow morning, but don’t count on it.”

“Wait, but why -?”

“Gotta dash. Bye, Yuta!” You run ahead of your brother, headed to your room to grab Tsumiki’s gifts. Megumi gives a nod and follows after you. Alone and without anyone around to judge, Yuta groans and buries his face into his yoga mat. God, why can’t he just be normal.

When he looks back up, Rika has taken your spot on your mat. You left in such a hurry, you didn’t even clean up. He’ll have to drop it off in your room. “Ya’ know, it’s not that I’m mad about you liking her,” she begins. “It’s just…. I know we can’t be together so I do want you to be happy. I just feel jealous. Especially since you got her that super fancy chocolate for White Day,” Rika finishes with a pout.

Yuta doesn’t really know how to reassure her. So he does what he promised when he was ten, and is just honest. “I’m here to learn how to let you go, Rika. Neither of us know how to do that yet. I can’t be in any kind of relationship until I learn. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.”

Rika hums and picks at the corner of your mat. “Well. I think it’s more than just us two you’re worried about.”

“What?”

“Inumaki seems pretty interested in the both of you too. You may not see it, but all three of you are pretty smitten. It’s actually kind of gross.”

“That’s - he - no!” Rika just laughs and dissolves her form. Yuta, still flustered, continues to mutter as he collects the things you left and wipes down any used equipment. When he finally leaves, it’s just his luck he runs (literally) into Inumaki who looks unfairly handsome in a fitted tee and sweatpants. Even his markings are uncovered, which makes Yuta groan, tuck tail, and run away. Yuta can hear Rika laughing in his mind.

“Tuna mayo?” Inumaki tilts his head to the side but shrugs off the odd behavior.

-

July 2017

JJH Thots the good gojo: guysss help which tie do i get :( fushiguro: isn’t satoru with you the good gojo: yea but u know he’s shit at gifts maki: Both of those are ugly, (y/n). Do you hate the man? osamu: the cheetah print trophy husband: I like that one too! the good gojo: this is why you two are my favorites

From a few cities over, Yuta flushes at your words. Inumaki notices and kicks his foot. He’s laughing when he says, “Nori,” but Yuta can spot a faint pink over the hem of his collar too.

You turn around in the middle of the street when you hear a loud, “(y/n)-chan!” Satoru is speed-walking towards you, waving an arm that is covered in different shopping bags. His long legs have him beside you in a split second, even without the use of cursed energy. “Are you done yet? Nanami won’t even thank you properly you know. Why don’t you just get gifts for your precious Nii-chan?” He pouts and takes the two bags you’re carrying.

“One, it’s not your birthday. Two, you could buy anything you want already. Three, who's to say I didn’t already get you one?” You pull a box of macaroons out from one of the bags he took. Satoru moves to snatch it immediately but you put it behind your back. Of course, if he wanted, he’d just grab it, but your Nii-chan would never deny playing a game with you. “You can’t get it until we’re back on campus! I’m already tired and this is my bribe to go home early.”

“But (y/n)-chan,” he whines.

“Nu-uh. I promised a movie night with Toge and Yuta and I don’t wanna be late.” You realize too late you revealed too much, because your brother suddenly looks like a very successful cat.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I would never make my little sister late for her first date.”

You blush furiously, “Who says it’s my first?”

“It better be your first.”

“It’s not even a date,” you roll your eyes. “Neither like me like that, and if it was a date, wouldn’t one be a third-wheel?”

“Tricycles are pretty fun.” Your brother says casually. You roll your eyes again and add a gag for good measure. “Seriously, (y/n). You should know you have my full support to love anyone and everyone you want. Not that you need it, though. You’re a Gojo. We do as we please anyways.”

You tear up at his sincerity and throw your arms around your brother, or at least the best you can with his bags in the way. The two of you are frequently physically and verbally affectionate but not often in such a serious manner. You know there’s a deep love between you; for a long time, the two of you only had each other. Eventually, your family expanded to include Megumi and Tsumiki, but neither ever took the Gojo name. You and Satoru had a special bond. “Thank you,” you stutter around tears. You hope he understands it’s not just a thank you for the reassurance but a thank you for giving you such a life.

“Come on, no crying. You can’t go on your date with puffy eyes, you’ll scare both of them away.” He pats your head softly and just laughs when you punch him in the gut.

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 12)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Kyoto-Tokyo Goodwill Event

Next Chapter: Home Sweet Home

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Chapter 12: Goldenrod

You went to check on Noritoshi getting cleaned up in the infirmary. He perked up upon seeing you.

"Ieiri San!" You smiled at the woman who was dressing his wounds.

"Y/n, it's been a while. How are you?" She called out.

"Doing okay here. You let your hair grow out!" You hurried to her side for a quick hug.

She laughed. "The last time we saw each other, I still had short hair?? That must have been years back. You as well, from a little girl that came up to my waist, you're nearly my height now!"

You nodded wistfully at her before turning to Noritoshi, looking over his wounds. "I'm alright, y/n." He said quietly. You gave him a shaky smile, quietly hiding the fact that you were worried when he got knocked around by some of the seniors.

Ieiri smiled at the both of you. "No need to worry, he is fine y/n."

"Ayiieeee, lovebirds get a room!" Satoru popped up from behind you. You flinched hard and on pure instinct, lashed out with your whip. It sprung out, but Satoru easily stopped it with two fingers up. "Women in love are so scary."

"Toru nii, can you not?!" You wanted to skin this man alive. Ieiri just sighed out, cleaning up her tools. "I've done what I can Kamo kun. Try to get more rest for tomorrow." He nodded, "Thank you Ieiri san."

"Wahhh, you got kicked around huh Noritoshi? You look all worn out. Ain't my students amazing?!" Satoru taunted.

CRACK. Satoru teleported a few meters away. The space where he was a few seconds ago was filled with ice and frost.

Your face was hard as stone as you said, "Noritoshi did amazing. He did his best to coordinate with his team members as he fought against 2 of his seniors. Okkotsu kun was just different as a Special Class. But of course you know all about that, Toru."

"Why so defensive Neko Chan? I didn't say your man didn't do well right?" He drawled.

You opened your mouth, eyes furrowed, ready to retort when Noritoshi pulled you to him, gently hushing you as he softly patted your back. "He's riling you up. It's okay, I've learned a lot from today. It's our loss."

You leaned into Noritoshi, "You're too nice to that dumbass."

"Hey! Anyways, I wanted to speak with the both of you. If you're done here let's go." Satoru motioned towards the door with his head.

Both of you turned to him, before looking at each other and nodding.

◇◇◇

Satoru led you both to his room. "So, how long has your soulmate bond been active?" He asked as he closed the door.

Noritoshi was surprised, "How did you know about this?"

You nudged him. "He's my family friend, he eventually found out." You lied for the sake of protecting the details of Satoru's six eyes ability.

Satoru removed his blindfold, revealing his crystalline like eyes. "Yup, don't worry your secret is safe with me. I'm surprised but not too surprised that it's the two of you." He sighed out.

You crossed your arms and sat on his bed. "What do you mean?" Noritoshi remained standing.

"Both of you are just so different. And I've known you both since before. I guess it just never crossed my mind that you'd be together.

A soulmate bond is incredibly rare and fragile as you know. And I guess it only fits since both of you are more complementary to each other rather than have similar personalities like twin flames.

I have the soulmate records of some from the Gojo clan if that would help. But Noritoshi, sorry I have to ask you not to share it with your family." He said.

Ahh. The Great 3 clans still hold their secrets. You turned to Noritoshi, worriedly looking for his reaction.

He had this internal war of obedience to his clan elders vs seeing you so close to Satoru and seeing another side of the Gojo and Tsuchimikado clans like this.

"Toshi, if you can't, it's okay, we don't need to read it." You said carefully. "I know how hard it is to keep secrets from family."

Noritoshi mulled it over. Satoru was actually sizing him up. Seeing his family friend get entangled with a great 3 clan's future head… he would be lying if he wasn't worried for you.

“I’m assuming that there might be some details or secrets of the Gojo clan involved in the diary entries, which is why you’re being wary of me. But you have offered to let me read it, which already shows a bit of trust. As a future clan head, I know the significance of keeping good relationships with the other clans and elders. And so, I promise not to tell anyone else of the details in the diary.” Nori said solemnly.

Satoru perked up at that and smiled, “There shouldn’t be a problem then. Here, you both can have a look. Return it to me tomorrow afternoon. I hope it can help with your situation. It must be scary not knowing anyone else to turn to for help with the bond.”

You felt touched by that, “Thank you Satoru.”

◇◇◇

That night, you slept over once more in Noritoshi’s room, reading the excerpts.

"A soulbond can be rejected?!" You both stared at the notebook in horror.

"That must be so painful… imagine shutting down your fated pair." You murmured, turning to Noritoshi.

He patted you and nodded. "Hey look at this." He pointed to another passage.

“Wow, they can really telepathically communicate with complete sentences, that’s insane.” You said in awe.

Noritoshi cozied up to your side, playfully nudging his head against yours. “You want that for us too someday angel?”

You turned and bumped your nose against his before kissing him. “Of course, I want to experience everything with you Noritoshi.”

Noritoshi’s heart skipped a beat or two at that. His pulse was irregular for once. What on earth was that feeling? He confusedly looked down at his chest and patted it. He checked his vitals with his technique, but everything was in order.

You worried over him, “Are you not feeling okay? You got hit in the chest earlier right? We can call it a night and rest, you need sleep for tomorrow’s individual battles.”

“Okay then. Let’s quickly skim the diary.” You both caught a few important details, like how strong trust and honesty can strengthen a soulbond.

After spending time with each other and having significant encounters (“What on earth does that mean?” Nori asked. “Maybe like notable events with each other” you supplied.) helps a couple to move forward from one stage of the bond to another.

Something caught Noritoshi's eye. Reverse cursed techniques and some other advanced techniques that usually can only be done on oneself can be applied to the other soulmate.

That made him wonder… if he could manipulate your blood. But he put that thought aside for next time, unwilling for you to be a subject of experiment.

After that you both went to bed. "I'm gonna have such a hard time sleeping alone after spending so much time in bed with you." You whined out.

He chuckled, "Then just stay over as often as you want to. I like sharing the bed with you. It's not like it's cramped for the both of us." He pressed his lips to your forehead as you kissed him on the neck.

His heart squeezed tightly once more. What was wrong with him?! He was used to having it speed up whenever he was around you and attributed it to regular attraction. But this was different. His chest was tight, almost painful, and it was getting harder to breathe.

"Okay then. No take backs." You smiled, before closing your eyes. Noritoshi watched the moonlight illuminate your features for a bit before falling asleep.

◇◇◇

The next day, the lots were out. They announced that it would be a duel between 2 students on top of thick, tall, vertical standing logs set in a small lake. First one to push the other off the logs and into the water or out of bounds wins. Momo senpai has a huge advantage with no handicap at this.

To your slight horror, Okkotsu Yuuta was matched against Noritoshi. You visibly paled, but he went up and squeezed your hand before he left for the event. “I’ll be okay.” He promised.

“Oh you will be okay. I’ll make sure of it.” You said determinedly, already planning to step in just in case Rika goes wild on Noritoshi. Your thoughts were cut as Nori poked your forehead.

“I can hear your thoughts. Have a little more faith in me.” He gave a small smile. You nodded dumbly.

You watched the matches. None of them were particularly eye-opening. Until it was time for Okkotsu to fight Noritoshi. You clasped your hands together in prayer, eyes and senses wide open.

“Ready, Start!” Satoru called out.

Noritoshi immediately fired arrows, which honed on Okkotsu even though he tried to dodge. Good technique. Okkotsu had some trouble keeping up with the arrows and Noritoshi quickly moved in to punch him hard.

But Okkotsu was quick on his feet, leaping back diagonally onto another log before slashing at Noritoshi with his Katana. It went on a bit like this. With both men trading blows back and forth. They had decent balance on top of the logs.

Until Noritoshi made a major move, “Blood Manipulation: Slicing Exorcism!” He cut down a huge number of logs in Okkotsu’s area.

Okkotsu barely held on, jumping to another log that was borderline about to collapse. The water was now dangerously filled with the sharp edges of cut wood.

Your eyes brightened, ‘Please win Toshi.’

Noritoshi moved in for the kill, “Red Flowing Scale”, the X mark appeared on his eye as he readied to knock Okkotsu off. Until the dark mass that had been hanging around Okkotsu screamed, making everyone wince. “Yuuutaaa! You’ll get hurt if you fall down now!”

Satoru had explained that Orimoto Rika was the Special Grade curse with overwhelming power. Rika made a half-manifestation, easily smacking Noritoshi away. But she hit him too hard on the head, sending him flying way past the little lake set up.

Everyone gasped and yelled in horror. You saw red.

He was going to hit the ground hard. You stood up, slowing down his body in midair as you blasted your way over to him. You caught him in time.

"Angel?" He looked up to see you, and his heart tightened again. Ah... this might be love.

"Shhh, it's alright Toshi. You've done really well. Don’t speak," You worriedly activated your Reverse Cursed Technique as you floated down to the ground, hugging Noritoshi tighter.

“Thank you for catching me.” He patted your arm weakly. Blood was streaming down his temples. Not a good sign. “Ieiri san!” You cried out, but she was already making her way towards the both of you.

“Winner! Okkotsu Yuuta!”

Your blood boiled, but you knew it was still Okkotsu’s win. ‘He didn’t have to be that harsh on Noritoshi.’ “Age doesn’t matter to Jujutsu sorcerers darling.” Noritoshi coughed out as though he could read your mind. “I said not to talk!” You worriedly scolded him.

Ieiri quickly activated her reverse cursed technique alongside yours. Hers was incredibly refined, easily sealing up Noritoshi’s popped blood vessels. “Infirmary.” She said, putting a brace around his neck just in case of any spinal injuries.

“I’m so sorry, Rika went overboard!” Okkotsu yelled out. He looked really worried and sincere. You shifted uncomfortably; the apology isn’t for you so you backed away. Noritoshi waved him off, “It’s okay. Thank you for the fight, Okkotsu kun.”

A few more apologies and words of thanks were exchanged before Noritoshi was sent to rest in the infirmary. Satoru caught you by the collar, “Stay until the end of the event. Shoko will take care of Noritoshi.”

You glumly nodded. To be honest, Okkotsu was really friendly, easily chatting with all of you. And you all were delighted, laughing hard when Rika beat the living shit out of Todo as he tried to harass Okkotsu for his ideal type. The Tokyo kids weren’t too bad.

◇◇◇

“Take care y/n!” Satoru hugged you tight as the Tokyo school students and staff readied to go home. “Thanks again for everything Satoru.” You already returned his diary to him in Noritoshi’s place. He was still resting up in the infirmary.

“Hey…. Have you ever considered transferring to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech?”

‘What?’

“No, why would I? Noritoshi and my family are here.” You were taken aback.

Satoru looked thoughtful, “I could teach you a lot, and honestly I’d love to have you as my student. You’re really strong y/n. Think about it. Later!” and walked off with the rest of them, leaving you at a loss for words.

◇◇◇

It’s been a while since you’ve been dating Noritoshi, and everything seemed a bit brighter. Like the sun seemed to be really strong, the flowers smelled so nice, the air currents seemed to bend a little more easily under the command of your technique.

'Is this the effect of our bond?' You wondered to yourself, but then quickly shook away the thoughts to focus on your task.

A few days have passed since the Goodwill event. You would be lying if you said you weren’t inspired by watching Okkotsu and Rika fight. Rika was just a force to be reckoned with.

Learning how to move well in mid-air was a challenge, but it wasn't impossible thanks to your inherited technique. Since you grew up mainly focusing on items around you and the four elements, you were still having some difficulty with some mobility techniques.

But there was something you’ve been itching to do. Aside from working on your cursed technique: reversal, domain expansion, extension techniques, etc., there was another special technique that ran in the family.

You remembered your father’s words: “Lightning is generated in the presence of both hot and cold air. You can manipulate molecules to generate both. But doing it simultaneously is the challenge. The ice shards in the cold air collide with the warm water particles in mid air, causing static electricity to form."

"That way, you separate positive and negative charges in a space. That is how you generate your electricity. Take particular care, because for this to happen, you need to master both your extension technique: Niflheim and technique reversal: Inferno.”

For personal reasons, you didn’t like using Inferno. Because the last time you successfully used it was when you were 6 years old and it caused a disaster. A memory which you’ve buried so far under everything else that you continuously try to forget about it.

But for the sake of the secret art, you will.

“Merging techniques… does any other jujutsushi do this…” You wondered.

You set up several targets of bamboo shoots and wood. “Niflheim.” You froze a target then took a deep breath before trying your reversed technique.

“Cursed Technique Reversal: Inferno.” You put out two hands and linked your thumb and ring finger in each hand together. One hand facing the other from above and below. Then a red light appeared as you encircled and swapped the positions of your hands.

This hand movement activates Inferno as the target immediately explodes from the rapid heat expanding the cooled target. Steam and smoke billowed out. You let out a slow breath. So you can still do it even after all these years.

“Special Art: Goldenrod.” You manipulated Inferno in one palm and Niflheim in the other. Your left hand had your ring and thumb still linked together. While your right hand uses the 4 pointer hand position designed for Niflheim.

At first it just made small explosions of steam. Your hands got really sore from the back and forth temperature control.

This is where it gets tricky. Goldenrod has to be activated within your hands. So you also guard your hands against the drastic temperatures with your cursed energy, as you do when you control fire.

It hasn't worked out so far. Maybe you simply had to condense the molecules. You condensed them further and started seeing small sparks of lightning.

Your eyes widened in joy. You tried activating it once more with more cursed energy, only for a huge bolt of lightning to shoot out from your hands and destroy a large amount of targets. There was a loud crack of thunder.

You didn’t expect the energy to be this high as you were pushed back from the force. The air was knocked out from your lungs as you hit the ground hard.

“I think I need help. Maybe Satoru nii can...” you wondered to yourself. ‘Is it worth bothering him over something like this…’ With a shock, you realized you were actually considering his words to transfer to Tokyo Jujutsu High. “No way.” You laughed it off with uncertainty.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

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formation a (and other related stories)

Summary: 

Or, the five times that Megumi received unsolicited protection from the members of the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical college. 

(And the one time he asks for it)

Part 1 of 6

A/N: This is based on a post I did a couple of days ago about Episode 23′s Jujutsu Stroll. I would be posting the completed fic in all its entirety (plus extra scenes!) on AO3 eventually but for now, however, enjoy!   

Everyone warned Satoru from taking in the Zenin bastard child. 

It would distract from his studies and his training, they wheedle - he was born to be the new god ruling over the jujutsu world, not to play house with two children. (Why not both? Satoru shrugs, swiftly putting an end to that particular piece of bullshit)  

What would people say, when they find out that the sole heir of the illustrious Gojo clan had taken in two runts from the streets? (The clan elders did not think that one through - Satoru would love nothing more than to give the jujutsu world a good shake. By taking two little brats of dubious parentage - one without a lick of cursed energy - into his care and protection on a seeming whim, when there were hundreds of dodgy old sorcerers clamoring for it; that, he decides, was a good start.) 

Most unfairly of all, however, was Yaga sitting Satoru down the day he broke the news to the college. It was not fair to the children, he said. The Fushiguro kids needed - no, rather, they deserved a stable parental figure instead of a flighty excuse of a guardian who can barely afford to stay for a day. (It was unfair because Satoru can’t deny that). 

However, at the end of the day, it was only Satoru who could protect Megumi from the Zenin clan. Whether he deserves him or not, Megumi was stuck with him. 

And he’s determined to do right by his precious student. 

Work keeps him out of town more often than not but whenever he could, he would swing by to check on the kids, keep them company for a couple of hours, maybe spoil them a little - or as much as Megumi allows him to. 

Which is why he found himself humming as he pressed the doorbell of their apartment, returning before the sun had gone down for once.  

“Yo!” Satoru grinned as the door swung open. “You look well, Tsumiki-chan.” 

“Gojo-san,” Tsumiki smiled. If it had been anyone else other than Satoru, they may have missed the brief millisecond of disappointment in her face. 

But she knew it was Satoru standing in front of her - she knew who she was dealing with, so he didn’t waste time with pleasantries. 

“What’s wrong?” His eyes instinctively scanned her from head to toe. Before he even got to her feet, he already knew that she was alright. But his Six Eyes immediately alerted him of the possible cause for her distress.

Megumi wasn’t home yet. 

Satoru looked at her in the eye. “Where is he?” 

“I -,” Tsumiki started, before breaking off with a sigh. “I don’t know. Not here.”

That wasn’t like Megumi at all. For a kid that’s all but ten years old, he sure acted like an old man. He went home immediately after school ended, often did his chores and homework without kicking up too much of a fuss, and stayed holed up in his room unless he was called for dinner. At least, he did. 

“He’s been g-having trouble in school lately,” She wrung her hands nervously. 

Well, that confirms it: something was definitely wrong. 

Satoru quirked an eyebrow at that, a smile frozen on his face. 

Tsumiki flushed, knowing that she had been caught in a lie. “He’s been getting in trouble at school lately,” she admitted. “The teachers -” 

Ah. Satoru breathed out.

“Old bastards giving our Megumi a hard time again?” He said lightly. 

Tsumiki’s shoulders slump. “Yeah.” 

“Well,” Satoru rolled his shoulders back, reanimated now that he'd identified the root of the problem. “It’s up to your Satoru-nii to go talk to them, right? Don’t worry, Tsumiki-chan -”

“Please don’t -” 

“Don’t go too far - yeah, uh-huh, got it. I’m not gonna hurt anyone,” he waved a careless hand at that. “I’m just gonna scare them a little -”

“Gojo-san!” She protested. 

“A little!” Satoru jutted his lower lip out, looking at her pleadingly. “What’s the point of being your Satoru-nii if I can’t deal with the big bad adults for you? You’re lucky to have such a proactive older brother in your life, you know.”   

Tsumiki sighed at that before looking at Satoru with a weary smile on her face. “Don’t get too carried away, Gojo-oji-san.” 

“That’s cold,” Satoru complained as she closed the door on him.   

Smiling, he started his walk towards Megumi’s school. He could teleport, of course, but he actually had a pretty good idea where the kid was. His Six Eyes told him that Megumi was at a park around five minutes away from his home. He couldn’t help but crack a grin at that. 

Typical Megumi - rebelling by staying away from home, while still staying at a safe, walkable distance as to not worry his step-sister too much.  

Personally, he had never been as nice of a kid as Megumi is, so he doesn’t know how Megumi’s brain works exactly. However, he could guess that he probably chose that park because, while it was close to home, it was out of the way enough from school that Tsumiki probably didn’t think to check there. 

His best guess was that Megumi had wanted to stay close to home in case his sister needed him, but that he didn’t want her finding out where he was unless he came to her. 

And for good reason too. 

Because his Six Eyes shows him not only where the kid but that Megumi - quiet, responsible Megumi - was fighting with someone.  

Satoru hummed lightly. It should probably worry him that a seven year old kid was fighting with what seemed to be older neighborhood kids who all towered over his slight frame. A stable parental figure probably would have bolted to the park, running as fast their 9-to-5 limbs could take them. 

However, his Six Eyes shows him that, despite being outnumbered and outgrown, Megumi had a fair chance of winning. 

So he walked. 

Megumi was too young to learn how to fight curses just then but it wouldn’t hurt to let him learn how to fight assholes at this age - maybe if he gets him mad enough one day, he could sic him on the elders. He grinned at the thought. 

“Get off me, you psycho!” 

Satoru got to the park in time to see one of the older boys creep up behind Megumi as he pounded his tiny little fists on another boy’s chest. The kid reached over and grabbed Megumi’s hair, yanking him off his friend with a sharp tug. 

He felt the edges of his vision go red for a second. 

“Hey, let go!” Megumi protested, kicking at the kid’s legs. 

“You’re such a freak, Fushiguro.” The boy he had been sitting on scrambled to his feet clumsily. He gave Megumi a nasty look. “Girls aren’t su -” 

“I’m not a girl!” Megumi growled, kicking his legs out at the kid. 

“Yeah?” One of the kids taunted. “Well, you sure fight like -”

Yeah, no.    

Satoru called out, “Playing with your friends, Megumi?” 

The children all froze at the sound of his voice and turned towards him. He could feel the older boy’s apprehension at the sight of his height. 

“Who are you?” One of the kids - the one holding Megumi by his hair - asked. 

Satoru paused. His omnipresent eyes took in every little detail before him - the scruff and frays in the kid’s clothes that suggests that it was not his first playground fight, the defiant look on Megumi’s face that suggests that it was not his first playground fight, and, perhaps most telling of all, the pudgy little fingers fisting the hair over Megumi’s ear. 

Ah. The entire-boys-will-be-boys thing had always sounded ridiculous to Satoru, who had been taught by private tutors of the Gojo family before coming to the college. 

But he never would have thought that there were actually children who would take the term ‘pigtail-pulling’ way too seriously.    

“What if I told you I’m his dad?” He smiled at the kid who dared pick on his precious student. All because he didn’t know how to process the emotions that came with a first crush. Ah, youth. He thought, strolling up to the kids with his hands tucked into his pockets. 

“W-what?” The kid holding on to Megumi paled, letting go and backing away. 

Megumi fell to the ground, barely catching himself. He glared up at Satoru with those wide, defiant green eyes of his. How cute. 

“No way!” The other kid protested. “You’re way too young to be a dad!” 

Satoru grinned at him with entirely too much teeth. “We have good genes.” 

“Just look at my pretty boy,” He leaned down, wrapping a hand around Megumi’s arm and pulling him up. Megumi reluctantly allowed Satoru to pull him close, a sulky expression sourind his face. “Doesn’t he look just like his dear old papa?” 

He could see their eyes flicker from his white hair and blue eyes, to Megumi’s dark hair and green eyes. Despite himself, Megumi snorted under his breath. 

“Boys,” The kid gritted out, looking up at Satoru with a scowl on his face. “Boys can’t be pretty. Only girls are pretty.” 

“Really now?” Satoru gasped in mock-surprise. “I think I’m quite pretty myself.” 

He could practically see the gears of the boy’s brain stop at that. 

“Of course, my son is still the prettiest.” Satoru brought his hand up to ruffle Megumi’s hair. His eyes flicker to the boy who had grabbed Megumi. “Isn’t that right?” 

He watched as the boy’s face flush into a bright, splotchy red. The other boy continued to glare at Satoru, oblivious to his friend’s crisis. And Megumi - oh, sweet summer child Megumi - had no idea what’s going on. 

“I- uh, no, b-but -” The kid stuttered as Satoru leaned forward, placing a hand over each of the boys’ shoulders. As much as he could with the Infinity, of course. 

He deliberately pitched his voice down, squeezing down on their shoulders with deliberate force - not enough to hurt them, but enough to make a statement. “And I don’t like seeing anyone pick on my cute son. You wouldn’t want to see it too, don’t you agree?””

Satoru deliberately allowed his sunglasses to slide down his nose a little - enough to show the kids a flash of his eyes. Enough to scare the living shit out of them. 

Just a little, he remembered promising to Tsumiki. 

Well, he amended. Just enough.

Upon seeing them nod, Satoru straightened up, pleased to see that kids looked as though they were about to piss themselves. “Glad we’re in agreement, boys.”

“Off you two go, then. Wouldn’t want to worry your mothers by getting in late.” He smiled cheerily, pushing them to a running start. They didn’t waste another second and took off, sprinting as though the devil himself. One of them, however, kept tripping over himself by looking back over his shoulder at Megumi every now and again, eyes wide as though he was seeing him for the first time.

Satoru scowled at that. 

That was not part of the agreement. 

[goodlucktai]

If you're looking for kitanishi prompts, how about Natsume thought they were dating and gets worried he's wrong because he thinks he can't understand social cues. Cue kitsnishi pairing realizing they kind of were dating lol

It starts with an invitation.

One of Satoru’s classmates at cram school invites him to go outwith her and a few of her friends over the coming weekend—and sincesome of them would have dates with them, he’s more than welcome tobring his girlfriend along!

The problem:

Satoru doesn’t have a girlfriend. Satoru is terminallysingle.

He could cancel, but he wants to go. He couldshow up alone, but that would be all kinds of awkward—especially ifhe was the odd man out, especially if they wereexpecting him to have a date.

So he puts his brilliant mind to work in coming up with asolution.

“Natsumeee, what do I do?” Satoru is sprawledpiteously across Natsume’s desk. “I need your advice, man.”

“Go by yourself?”

“Natsume! I need better advice!”

Natsume eyes the book he was reading, trapped under Satoru’s arms,and visibly gives up on the idea of extracting it before the idea caneven half form in his eyes. Instead he sighs and leans back in hischair, accepting Satoru’s dilemma as his own. They’ve come a long wayas friends.

“Honestly, Nishimura, why ask me?” the heartthrob of year twoasks obliviously, pushing dusty blond hair out of his eyes. “I haveliterally no experience when it comes to this. I’venever been on a date.”

Satoru narrows his eyes at him. Somehow it’s even more annoyingthat Natsume is so sincerely clueless about how stupidly popular heis. Satoru has no idea how to verbalize this, so he settles forglaring quietly.

“Besides,” Natsume adds, unmoved by Satoru’s expression, “Ifigured you’d just go with Kitamoto.”

Satoru sits up slowly, staring. “Uh. Why would I go withKitamoto?”

Natsume looks uncertainly back at him. “Because you’re datinghim?”

“What.”

There’s an impasse of stark misunderstanding opening between themlike a yawning chasm, and Natsume visibly retreatsback into his little socially awkward shell like some kind of giantskittish hermit crab. Satoru watches him go, totally bemused.

His face is red, hands tangled anxiously together in his lap, eyecontact a thing of the past.

“I just assumed—I’m so sorry—”

“Dude, it’s okay, I just—have no idea where that came from?”

“I’m really, really sorry—”

“Natsume, seriously. Stop apologizing or Tsuji’s gonna think I’mbullying you—oh, great, here he comes now.”

Satoru leans back in his chair when Tsuji stops by the desk, andwatches Natsume’s face as the pale boy hurriedly assures their classrep that all’s well. Natsume was wrong, obviously,but it’s not like Satoru's mad about it. Natsumedoesn’t have much experience in being sociable or having friends(which is an ugly thought, and Satoru hates that it’s true) so itmakes sense that he sort of read the cues wrong. It’s no bigdeal, not even worth thinking about.

But he’s thinking about it. Tuning out the conversation going onright beside him and staring without seeing out the window.

Thinking about what cues Natsume read, and how hepossibly could have read them wrong.

“You’re not wrong,” Tsuji is saying calmly, in stark defianceof Satoru’s innermost thoughts. He tunes back into the conversationsharply, watching Tsuji pat Natsume’s shoulder comfortingly. “Youpicked up on the same cues everyone else did.”

Wait, what?

“Wait, what?” Satoru sits up straight, more than a littlegobsmacked, and stares at Tsuji, who stares right back. Natsume is a shade of pink Satoru has never seen on him before, but it doesn’t look like he’s about to die of humiliation or try to crawl under a rock or something. Compared to the Natsume they started with, this is progress.

“Nishimura, come on,” Tsuji says. “It’s obvious.”

Outraged, Satoru squawks, “No it’s not! What are we even talkingabout!”

Tsuji gives him literally the dryest look ever. Honestly, Satoruhas seen his own mother look more enthusiastic thanTsuji does right now. He’d be impressed, if he wasn’t so busy beingoffended. 

“You, my friend,” Tsuji says kindly, even leaning over to puta caring hand on Satoru’s arm, “are an idiot.”

“Sorry for intruding!” Satoru says cheerfully as he steps intoKitamoto’s little apartment. Kitamoto’s mom is at work, but his dadand little sister greet him warmly from the living area as he followshis friend to his bedroom. “Hey, you’re sure it’s cool if I stayfor dinner?”

“'Course I am,” Kitamoto replies easily, setting his bag down.“You know you’re welcome whenever. My parents pretty much consideryou one of theirs.”

It warms Satoru up from the bottom of his heart to the top, and hebeams widely as he sinks onto Kitamoto’s bed. For all that his ownfamily hardly has time for him, he’s never felt unwanted here. 

“So what’d you wanna talk about?” Kitamoto asks, climbingonto the bed beside him. Satoru can think of probably a hundred othertimes they’ve sat just like this, in the comfortable dim of thefading daylight as it reaches through the bedroom window. “And doesit have anything to do with why Natsume couldn’t look me in the eyeafter school?”

“Oh, jeez, I told him it was fine.” Rolling hiseyes, Satoru settles into storytelling mode. “I told him about howI needed a date for this weekend, and he told me thathe thought you’d be my date.”

Kitamoto goes still. His expression doesn’t change, not really,but his smile is a little fixed. And maybe it’s the weird lighting inhis room, but Satoru suddenly doesn’t recognize the look in his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” his friend says, sounding completely normal.“Where’d he get that idea?”

Satoru blinks at him. There’s no way to brush the weirdness off,pretend he didn’t see it. Kitamoto, and every tinyunacknowledged thing about him, all those little facets of hischaracter that no one else would notice missing if they were gone—allof those things are the most familiar things to Satoru in theentire world. He knows it, Kitamoto knows it.

The forced smile fades. Kitamoto looks away, facing the rest ofthe room, and rubs a hand through his short hair.

They’re close enough that their shoulders bump, that they’d benose to nose if they turned towards each other. Instead they sitquietly, side by side. Like two parallel lines, always on the samepage, always in perfect tandem, and somehow, somehow, nevermeeting in the middle.

Satoru’s heart is beating a little harder. He faces the room, too.

He celebrated his thirteenth birthday right here.

Kitamoto’s mom made a cake, and Kitamoto and Mana both helped. Itwas lopsided and the frosting was grainy with a little too much sugarand the strawberries mysteriously disappeared before they could haveanything to do with the decoration, and to this day Satoru wouldswear in front of god and everybody that it was the best birthdaycake in the world. He and Kitamoto took their slices back to hisbedroom and ate them right where they’re sitting right now,cross-legged on the bed and grinning with their mouths full and beinggenerally loud and teenage boy and stupid, and Satoru felt so fulland so loved that he didn’t want to go home that night.

He never wants to go home from here. Not evennow, when something uncomfortable fills the familiar air between themfor the first time that Satoru can remember. But—

“Maybe you shouldn’t stay for dinner,” Kitamoto offers, in asmall voice. It sounds like an out, but Satoru can’t tell who for,and he’s stunned by it either way.

“You want me to leave?”

The silence that eats up the seconds after that is bleak anddisarming, and he’s frozen in some terrible combination of shock andhurt and shame. He wants, for a moment, to ask what he did wrong. Themoment comes and goes before he can work up the nerve, so he doesn’task.

Moving mechanically, Satoru stands up and stoops to pick his bagoff the floor without another word, heading towards the door.Kitamoto catches his eye as he closes it behind him, and somethingawful happens to his expression the second he sees whatever Satoru’s facelooks like.

“Oh, wait. Satchan, wait.”

He doesn’t wait.

He hears Mana’s alarmed “Satoru-nii? What happened?” as hegrabs his shoes and all but falls out the front door, but he doesn’tturn around. Doesn’t even stop to pull his sneakers on. Just takesthe stairs three at at time and sprints down the street, because he’sabout three, maybe four seconds away from totally dissolving intostupid tears, and he needs to get gone before that happens.

Touko looks ready to cry at the sight of him. She takes theawkward bundle of jacket, shoes, and bookbag out of his arms, andhurries to get him house slippers while he waits in the genkan,calling up the stairs for Natsume as she goes.

He tries to apologize precisely one time for showing up soabruptly this late in the evening, and Touko hushes him soundly.

“You’re welcome anytime,” she says, tone firm, and Satoruswallows a lump in throat.

Thumping footsteps on the stairs announce Natsume, and Tanumaright behind him. Natsume’s eyes are bright with worry already and hereaches out to Satoru as carefully as he always does, testing thewaters inch by inch. He’s so much like Touko that she could haveraised him herself, the way he’s so thoughtful and earnest ineverything he does, and Satoru saves that thought to smile at later.

For now he blurts, “Don’t look at me like that unless you wantme to start bawling, okay, I swear.”

Tanuma follows Touko into the kitchen to make tea. Natsume takesSatoru’s hand to lead him upstairs, even though he’s been here amillion times and knows the way just fine. 

But he takes Natsume’s hand when it’s offered, and allows himselfto be drawn inside. In Natsume’s room, with a fat cat purring in hislap and Tanuma’s hoodie forced over his head, Satoru squares hisshoulders, takes a deep breath, and says, “It was obvious toeverybody but me.”

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Natsume to parsethat statement and find the meaning behind it. His eyes widen andthen go soft, all liquid sympathy and understanding and fondness.

Which turns out to be all it takes for Satoru to finally crumple,and he does; burying his face in his hands and giving into loud, uglytears. 

He doesn’t know how to be stoic and level-headed and calm, likeTanuma and Taki and Kitamoto. He doesn’t how to make thishurt lesser. 

“Tsuji was right,” he sobs, rubbing his eyes with the trailingends of Tanuma’s sleeves. “It was so obvious, and everybody knewbefore me, and I hurt Kitamoto, ‘cause I’m an idiot.”

Natsume moves closer, and puts an arm around his shoulders. Heisn’t one to initiate contact, not really, and all the hugsSatoru’s ever got from him have been on his own terms. But Natsumeholds him tight, and presses his cheek against Satoru’s hair.

“Tsuji didn’t mean it,” he says gently. “You know that. Andwhatever happened with Kitamoto—it’s fixable, I promise.”

“But how do you know?You don’t even know what happened. For all you know, I ruinedeverything, forever.”

Natsume hesitates to answer rightaway, because for all his earnest and caring he’s still brand new atthis; then the bedroom door slides open and the answer comes in theform of Tanuma, stepping through quietly with a tray of teacups.  

“You have company,” he saysvaguely, which is an odd thing to say—Natsume knows he has company,Satoru is his companyand he’s sitting right here?

And then at the same time Satorurealizes Tanuma was talking to him, Kitamotostaggers into the room right behind him.

Satoru freezes. Natsume exhalessoftly, and draws away; lingering long enough to take Nyanko-senseiout of Satoru’s lap, he offers Satoru a warm smile and moves to joinTanuma beside his desk on the other side of the small room. Satorufeels distinctly abandoned, even though they’re hardly more than anarm’s length away. And it’s not like they left him to fend off abear. Just his wheezing best friend, whose doubled over with hishands braced on his knees, like he sprinted twice the length of townin the last twenty minutes.

“Went to your house first,”Kitamoto pants. “That was stupid.”

“Well, yeah,” Satoru says.

Kitamoto straightens when he’smore or less caught his breath, and for a moment that something awfulflits through his expression again when he looks across the room atSatoru, the same way it did before. And sure, Satoru probably lookspretty pathetic, since he just got done crying like a four year oldand his eyes are puffy and gross and he’s in a hoodie two sizes toobig, but that doesn’t mean Kitamoto has to look athim like that.

Then the painful expressionshifts into pure, stark irritation, and he jabs an accusing finger atSatoru in a way he’s entirely unprepared for.

“Why the hell did you run offlike that?” Kitamoto snaps. Natsume and Tanuma are watching the exchange with wide eyes. “Dad thought we had a fight andlectured me for five mintues about how I should treat my friends.”

Affronted, Satoru surges to his feet.“What do you—you kicked me out!”

“Um, I seem to recall giving you anoption of staying or going,” Kitamoto bites out furiously.He seems more frustrated than truly angry, and more frustrated athimself than Satoru, but it’s all coming out in a fuming tirade. “As ifI’d ever kick you out, come on.”

“Okay, listen, when your choices areA: Something you obviously want, and B: Something you obviouslydon’t, it’s not a choice, it’s a trap.” Satoru canfeel his eyes burning again just remembering that alien feeling ofunwelcome, and he ignores them; doing his best to glower asforcefully as Taki when she catches him stealing out of Natsume’slunch. “So when I obviously want to stay, but you tell me Ishould go, I’m supposed to, what? Read between the lines?”

Kitamoto throws his hands up. “Yes!”

“That was a rhetorical question! Youknow I can’t do that!”

They glare at each other some more. There’s maybe four feet between them. Distantly, Satoru is aware of Natsume all but dragging Tanuma out of the room. 

Kitamoto says, “Come here.” 

Satoru crosses his arms, to better pretend his hands aren’t shaking. “No. You come here.”

In two quick strides, he does.

It’s kind of weird, standing there in Natsume’s bedroom, in Tanuma’s hoodie, kissing Kitamoto, who he had never imagined kissing before today. 

It stops being weird somewhere between the third and fourth gentle press of his best friend’s mouth against his own. And whatever Satoru had imagined before, in lieu of this, absolutely pales in comparison.

“So,” Satoru says lamely, swinging their joined hands a bit as they walk, “Some friends invited me out this weekend. Said I could bring a date. Wanna come with?”

Kitamoto gives him a dry look. Satoru offers his most winning smile. 

“I should say no,” Kitamoto says, deadpan, “just to make sure you learn something from all this.”

“Acchan!” Satoru squawks. “Dude, come on! As my boyfriend, you’re like, obligated to do all the date stuff with me so I don’t have to do it alone! That’s one of the perks!”

They bicker most of the way back to Kitamoto’s house, but his hand is warm where it’s wrapped around Satoru’s. And his smile is even warmer, somehow, each time he pauses to lean down and kiss the indignation off Satoru’s face.