I Can't Stop Thinking About A Fifteen-year-old Abandoned Teenager Who Spends Half The Day At School And

I can't stop thinking about a fifteen-year-old abandoned teenager who spends half the day at school and then regularly visits his grandfather, from whom you can't get a word of affection.

I think about a very independent boy who has to do all the housework, washing, cleaning, cooking, doing homework, because there is no one else to take care of him. I think about how lonely he is, even though he looks so bright and funny outwardly. I think about how attentive and kind he is to others, and loneliness has not hardened him.

I think about how he, in turn, simply and naturally treats his loneliness without dramatizing, although there is no one nearby, and it can be too quiet sometimes.

I think that he got used to pretend, to wear a mask and smile. I think about a strong, persistent boy, who has no time to concern about himself with his heart full of sympathy and compassion to others.

I think about a mature child who easily takes responsibilities and admits his blunders (even if he is in no way to blame).

And you literally learn all this from the first pages of the manga.

wrote this quick thing to cope with shibuya (and school starting)

contrary to popular belief, waking up with satoru gojo wasn’t filled with angst or longing.

never were you filled with an overwhelming sense of loneliness or abandonment upon seeing an empty dip in the bed beside you, because never, not even once, had you awoken due to the loss of his warmth around your body.

when satoru rose from bed, so did you, and when you rose from bed, so did satoru. whether that was at five in the morning or one in the afternoon, you and satoru started your mornings together. the two of you never had strict sleep schedules, anyway, due to the demanding nature of your jobs.

mornings were a kinder, more merciful part of your routines. compared to all the violence, mental and physical exhaustion that made up the majority of your day, at least you could have a sense of peace as you rose with the dawn. 

the two of you shift around in your sleep plenty of times, from cuddling to hogging blankets on opposite sides of the bed, to waking up in a tangled mess of limbs. satoru’s mornings start in the crook of your neck, and if not there, then he turns around to bury himself in the crevice. his hair tickles your face and slowly pulls you out of unconsciousness, and for a moment the sensation alarms you. but when you realize it’s only satoru, with strong protective arms wrapped around your waist and face buried against you, you sigh and collapse against him, turning to lay on your back and card a hand through his messy snow locks.

mornings with satoru were not hurried-- not in the slightest. if there was one thing satoru could get away with as the strongest, it was lazing about and being late. and he certainly wasn’t eager to rush out of your comforting arms, and so the two of you take your time adjusting to the morning light that peeks through the blinds, adjust yourself a couple more times in bed, throwing your legs atop of each others (and hissing when one was too cold), and simply taking what’s left of the dark before slowly getting out of bed and into your shared bathroom. 

the whole routine is done slowly, not a single sense of urgency. brushing your teeth, washing your face, patting each other's bed heads down to look just the slightest bit more presentable in the bathroom mirror. 

he’s arguably more groggy than you are in the mornings, which makes him all the more eager to finish up in the bathroom and head to the kitchen to brew himself coffee. by the time you finish up, you’re slowly making your way into the kitchen where satoru stands holding the handle of his mug. he extends your own toward you when you approach, and you graciously accept it with both hands and a mumbled “thank you…”, and the two of you take a minute or two to bask in each others company and in the relieving, energizing warmth of your beverages.

mornings with satoru were not loud or filled with much conversation. in contrast to your usual days and nights filled with teasing and random conversation, it was not uncommon for the two of you to go long stretches in the morning without a word. time taken just to reboot and get into the mindset of the day, but not wanting to separate from each other. all the two of you really need is each others’ presence. the habitual noises that come from your routines--the slight clattering of dishes, the wrinkling of fabric as you got dressed, the whirring of cars from outside as you open your windows to let in fresh air-- was the most sound that filled your apartment in the morning. 

muttered conversation rises as the sun does higher in the sky, when the sleep slowly starts to fade out of your systems. it’s about the weather, it’s about your schedules for the day, it’s about how he kicked you in his sleep, and him giving you an apologetic kiss to make up for it. small, substanceless conversation, but it was enough. 

you take him in in other ways instead. he tastes like coffee and mint in the mornings when he kisses you, a strong combination that you’ve learned to find comfort in. the large white tee he wears to sleep smells of his body wash and softener as you nuzzle your face into the fabric, taking in a couple of extra minutes being enveloped by him before the two of you begin your day. his hair is untameable, sticking out in all directions no matter how much you try to adjust the messy heap into somewhat of a presentable style. he laughs at the small pout on your face as you do so, and takes your hand out of his hair to press a small kiss to your fingertips. he grins and tells you he doesn’t mind and neither should you as he leans into your palm. 

he takes you in in other ways, too. silently listening to your hums as you check your phone to see what you missed out on while you slept, the gentle tune soothing his irritation over waking up from his pleasant slumber with you. he watches you style your own hair after giving up on his own, thinking about how much it suits you through his hazy head. and if he’s feeling just clingy enough, he’ll collapse his head atop of yours and breathe in the product you put in that he loves so much, gently swaying the two of you in place. what originally starts out with a single peck to your pouty lips as he holds your chin delicately turns into another, and then another. you laugh at the satisfied look on his face when he realizes it's your lip balm he loves so much, and is reminded to snatch the tube for himself from your bathroom drawer before he leaves (though he’s always disappointed, because it always tastes better against your lips).  

he adjusts the pin on your uniform after you finish dressing yourselves as you scold him to “spend a little more time with the first years today”, and he can only smile and reassure you that he “has something special in store for them”. you help him pull his blindfold over his head and adjust it so it sits comfortably over his eyes, combing your fingers through his unruly hair that now looks even more wild with something holding it up.

you check once, twice, all over your apartment to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything, and satoru chuckles and reassures you that a simple phone call will have him warping to the school to drop off anything you left behind. as you kiss him goodbye before parting ways in front of the school, he mumbles against your lips that he’ll stop by later with a breakfast treat for the two of you to share in the office (because satoru is still greedy, and though he’ll original buy just one for you to enjoy on your own, he’ll not so subtly eye and indicate that he wants a bite). 

and with that, the two of you part your separate ways, and the slow morning transitions into the hectic start of your jobs. but you know that even so, you’ll be filled with a solace reminiscent of the one you two shared earlier when you enjoy your treat in the empty staff room together later. 

a/n: im so overwhelmed with jjk content its insane honestly. this is a megumu and gojo-centric fic, more focused on their developing relationship when gojo took in megs as a kid alright. because im literally broken after what happened to megumi :/

when megumi gets sick, he is more capricious than usual. he always wants you to treat him, to make him feel better, and who’re you to not do everything you can to help him.

but you’re on a mission, out of japan. and the only person who is home and is an adult(kind of) is gojo.

see, gojo doesn’t know how to take care of sick kids. he doesn’t know how to take care of healthy kids, too, but that’s besides the point.

he knows megumi wants you around 24/7 whenever he is sick, but for the past few days, your “presence” could be provided only through calls, and that was a privilege itself since sometimes you were too busy to respond to his calls or call them yourself.

you text satoru and tell him detailed instructions on how exactly he should treat megumi; everything you always do when megumi falls sick, starting from the temperature of the soup he has to eat and ending on the wording of different questions and asks so megumi drinks his medicine too.

but megumi doesn’t eat his soup, he doesn’t drink the syrups that shoko recommended, doesn’t watch the cartoons he always watches, and certainly doesn’t listen to gojo, — all because you aren’t there.

but satoru is. and it hurts him that megumi doesn’t accept his care even though he does realise that he is just a child and throwing tantrums is okay.

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“when will you be home?” satoru whines into his phone, throwing his head against the pillows on his bed.

megumi rejected him again, choosing to cover his head with a pillow instead of drinking the syrup(admittedly, a disgusting one, gojo thinks), and gojo feels like he is failing.

you sigh on the other end of the line, “tomorrow morning. just— can you try to give him some medicine again?”

“he won’t take it, i’m tellin’ you! he only wants it from you.” gojo rolls his eyes. “how come our kids love you more than me?”

your sweet giggles make him smile, “that’s not true! tsumiki adores you, and megs— well, i think he just can’t express himself yet. but it’s okay, we’ll be fine.”

your voice soothes him and he feels like he can last one more night till you’re home.

“let me talk to him? i’m sure he misses me enough to listen to me.”

gojo leaves his room, quietly, to not wake up tsumiki, who is asleep close to megumi’s, and walks into the latter’s room.

magumi pulls his head out from under the blankets, when he feels gojo’s presence in his room. just as he is about cover up again, he sees the phone that is offered to him and as soon as he notices your name on the screen he snatches it from gojo. he gives the kid privacy and leaves to check on tsumiki.

megumi and you talk for what seems like hours, and when satoru comes back into his room he finds the raven haired boy asleep with the phone clutched in his little hands.

satoru also notes that the syrup and pills he left a long time ago on the bedside table are gone. it’s your magic, for sure.

he shakes his head fondly and takes his phone back with ginger movements, ready to go to his room and talk your ears off about how much he misses you, but the small voice coming from the bed stops him.

“don’t— don’t go.”

it’s megumi, his voice raspy and barely audible, but nonetheless there is a plea satoru never thought he’d hear from the little boy.

he sits down by megumi’s side slowly, eyes carefully scanning his face. is he sick enough to be delusional? maybe he thinks that satoru is you and that’s why he wants him to stay, but in any case, satoru still wants to do whatever he can to help.

megumi moves aside, making space for him. satoru feels like he is frozen in this moment; when he lays down and megumi subtly buries his face in his side, curling into him, with red cheeks. maybe it’s the fever or maybe it’s the affection he craves playing with him, but nonetheless, satoru’s heart is ready to burst with happiness.

he hesitantly brings his hand to megumi’s head, gently smoothing down his unruly locks. a small smile appears on satoru’s lips at the sight of his boy, already asleep.

—

when you return back home, it’s tsumiki who greets you by the door.

she looks at you with a finger over her curved lips, motioning for you to be quiet and follow her. you comply with curiosity in your eyes, and move behind her with careful steps. she is leading you to megumi’s, you soon realise, a smile creeping on your face.

the sight that your eyes set on is one that makes your heart stop. megumi gripping gojo’s arm while the latter hugs him close to himself; it’s the closest they’ve ever been, they will ever be.

you silently step closer and tug the blankets over them, covering both of them better. take a picture to rub it in megumi’s face from time to time. and close the door behind you when you leave, a fond expression on your face as you direct your attention to tsumiki.

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I'LL MAKE IT UP ･ﾟ: ⭐️

synopsis: in which, teen! satoru is always getting you kicked out of places and tries to make it up to you, which ends in you two getting kicked out again.

warnings: none

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satoru was annoying, way too annoying

you’re at the cinema right now with suguru and satoru, you didn’t plan on bringing them with you, but when you held up three tickets to utahime and shoko to go to the movies with you, the next thing you knew, there was a long arm around your shoulder dragging you away from the two girls before they could even answer.

here you were now, in the middle of the hallway of the cinema glaring at satoru with your arms crossed who could not keep his mouth shut during the movie which resulted in you three being kicked out. oh but did he care? no! he had the attention of 5 different girls asking for his number and fawning over him so why would he?

suguru chuckles dragging satoru away from the girls as you follow behind

“you got us kicked out!” you say trying to sound annoyed. “that was such a waste of my money— you’re paying me back satoru”

“what!” he raises his hands in defence, his shades sliding down his nose slightly “it was not my fault the heroine was going to—”

“shut up” you say which causes satoru to pout

“i mean, at least we watched the first 15 minutes, it wasn’t that bad” suguru says trying to lighten the mood but instead laughs at your stern face and satoru’s stupidity

you simply roll your eyes at the two and walk away to the cashier to buy snacks for yourself, and yourself only. because somehow everytime you go out with these two, satoru forgets his wallet, and suguru’s wallet just happened to be at satoru’s dorm, and the moment satoru’s eyes lay on the packet of cookie dough candy in your hands, he’s dashing up to you

“pretty please buy me one? i’ll pay you back” he says pouting and sliding his shades down his nose to show you his “puppy” eyes which causes you to scoff, and in the end you did end up buying him a packet.

you three head back to suguru’s car, you rush to the passenger seat before satoru could, sticking your tongue out at him as he gets in the back “tiz’ what you get looser”

as suguru starts to drive, you fumble with the buttons on his dashboard trying to put on some music which causes suguru to side eye you

“it’s the button on the top right corner” he says trying to hide his smile and keeping his eyes on the road

once you turn the music on, you try to shut it off straight away, ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You' by Mariah Carey was blasting in full volume

satoru snickered at the irony of the song playing with the month being September at the moment.

few minutes pass by in silent, until satoru peaks his head through the space between your and suguru’s seats

“you still mad-”

“yes.”

“c’mon i’m sorry i’ll pay you back” he says pouting

you turn your head away from him looking out the window “that will be 70$ plus the candy so 75$ because i’m adding interest

suguru tries to stifle a laugh which has you saying “you too, you owe me as well” and he purses his mouth shut straight away

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satoru tries to make it up to you, by bringing you to the amusement park

you two were playing an arcade game, shooting the plastic animals with waterguns till one falls over and you win a prize

sounds easy right? not if satoru is around

he looses several times, and in the end he ends up throwing his water gun at the stack causing the shelves to fall along with everything on it

and there you two were once again, standing outside the gates of the amusement park

“you have to hear me out-”

“don’t even think about it satoru” you say turning away from him, hair a little damp from the waterguns

“okay i’m sorry i’ll make it up to you-”

“no! you do this every time”

“what if-”

“no”

satoru frowns knowing this was probably your last straw, so he walks up to you standing infront of you and looking down at your sulking face

“i’ll kiss you if you don’t let me make it up to you”

your face scrunched up into disgust as you snap your head at him and take a step back “no- dont even think about it ew”

“then let me bring you to that favourite place you like to eat at”

“you got me kicked out last time because you-”

“i wont! i promise!”

and yet, you two were standing on the street covered in tomato sauce and noodles dripping down from your hair.

he’ll make it up to you properly, someday

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Hii!! I noticed your requests were open and I really wanted to request something if that’s okay! ❤️

Could you do the prompt 19."You're not in bed. I came looking for you." With Yuuji from JJK? Possibly an idea could be the reader waking up to yuuji being back from a mission late at night but not in bed with her. But of course but be free to do whatever you’d like! Thank you!! ☺️

𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒

~ itadori yuuji ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : if your boyfriend’s absence make you leave your bed he’ll be sure to make it up to you!

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, stablished relationship, pet names (baby, gorgeous)

‧₊˚ a / n : made this one fem reader, hope that’s okay with you! also it’s a bit short but i promise it’s really cute to make up for it ~

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Sleep clung from your body, heavy and almost impossible to shake off. You barely opened your eyes when the sound of the front door opening reached your ears. A small smile appeared on your lips, knowing your lover would soon join you under the covers and hold you in his strong arms. But as the time passed and sleep dragged your eyelids back down he never came.

The next time you opened your eyes his absence felt like a chill running down your spine. Still a bit drowsy, you pushed yourself up from the bed and made your way to the living room, where the TV screen’s faint glow was the only thing making noise.

“Yuuji?” your low voice startled him, his chestnut irises quickly searched for you in the dark.

“Sorry, did I wake you up?” you shook your head, walking around the sofa to join him “is something wrong?”

“You’re not in bed, I came looking for you.”

Yuuji smiled sweetly, his hand caressed your cheek as soon as you sat down next to him.

“I’m sorry baby, I wanted to have a moment to breathe before going to bed.”

“Are you okay? The mission wasn’t too rough on you, was it? Do I need to talk to Megumi?” your eyebrows almost touched in concern, hand catching a strand of his pink hair and placing it back to where it should be. Your eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, so you checked his face and his messed up clothes to make sure he was fine, but nothing seemed out of place.

Yuuji giggled, catching your hand in his and keeping it right next to his cheek.

“I’m fine, everything’s fine” he placed a tender kiss on your wrist, that sweet and warm smile of his brightening up his handsome face “don’t you wanna go back to bed?

“Not if it’s not with you…”

Your boyfriend chuckled once again.

“You’re so cute when you get all clingy” he pulled into his arms, finally getting a smile out from you.

“You’ve spoiled me, what did you expect?” you wrapped your arms around his neck, he started placing kisses under your jaw, making you giggle “Yuuji!”

“I’ll keep on spoiling you as much as I can” next thing you knew, Yuuji had picked you up in his arms bridal style “alright, back to bed it is, gorgeous girls need to get their beauty sleep!”

Laughing, your fingertips brushed his jaw and redirected him towards you.

“Gorgeous boys give their girlfriends a good night kiss.”

“You’re totally right” with a smile, he leaned in and his lips placed a soft and sweet kiss on top of yours.

yuuji feels like he was destined to be a dad. he loves being a dad. he loves taking care of your two kids. he loves it so much that he happily gave up his job to become a househusband, not wanting to miss a moment of such a precious time. he loves getting to spend every day with them and taking care of the house for you and dedicating himself to the family that he loves so much.

on the day your youngest starts pre-school, you take the day off from work, knowing how hard it is for yuuji to see your kids grow. it’s not easy for you, but you’re able to focus on how proud you are and lose yourself in your daughter’s excitement and joy at finally being able to be a “big girl” and go to school just like her older brother.

yuuji however just can’t stop crying, no matter how hard he tries, even as he tries to assure your children that everything is fine and he’s just really happy.

and as you both watch your children run through the gates of the pre-school, it’s a good thing you’re there bc yuuji immediately wilts like a flower that hasn’t seen the sun in days when your children are out of sight. you wrap an arm around his middle and he instinctively tosses his over your shoulder to hold you close and tuck you into his side.

he rests the side of his head on top of yours with a heavy sigh, seeming to have no real desire to leave the pre-school even though your business there as parents is now done. if you let him, he would probably stand there until it was time to pick your kids up and take them home.

you give his firm stomach a pat and begin to guide him off down the sleepy, neighborhood street, off towards your empty house and away from your two little balls of pure sunshine.

“c’mon daddy, let’s go home,” you affectionately tease him. “I hid some ice cream in the freezer for you.”

“thanks mama,” he says, and you can hear the sadness in his voice even as he teases you in return. “you’re always looking out for me.”

“of course I am. someone has to and you’re too busy looking out for all of us,” you tell him as you give his waist a squeeze. he then thoughtfully hums and you know something is on his mind. “what?”

“nothing, just…what if we have another baby?”