JUJUTSU KAISEN

JUJUTSU KAISEN

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peach ― gojo satoru | inspired by this fanart by さかな on pixiv!

✎ gojo's love entries — an anthology — not in chronological order but shares the same universe .*･｡ﾟ

entry #2 — baby (n.) ➴ a domestic life with your husband and baby entry #6 — forever (adv.) ➴ the best decision he has ever made entry #16 — protect (v.) ➴ the word “protect” now means so much more to him entry #20 — treasure (soon!) ➴ the strongest sorcerer meets his match in his petulant son, who inherits his six eyes and is having trouble with them

「1:14 a.m.」

suna has always liked his room cold when he slept.

nothing could beat climbing into bed under his thick comforter at the end of the day, curling up to scroll his phone for the next hour. even when his fingers got a little too cold and he had to hide under the blanket until he was warm again (or it got too stuffy), he'd always choose a cold room over a warm one. and his preference didn't change when he started dating you — really, he'd argue being with you only added another pro.

"rin?"

your voice comes suddenly yet groggy. suna has his back turned to you when you call out, but he quickly turns off his phone and flips to face you, concern evident on his face. "yeah?"

"i'm cold.” 

maybe if he felt a little less bad, if you didn’t tilt your head up with a frown and eyes still closed because you were tired, rin would laugh a little at the a.c’s noise filling the silence after your complaint. instead, he reaches out and brushes his fingers against your cheek before replying, "sorry, baby." 

he slowly begins to work around you, not wanting to wake you up more than needed. he quietly says requests, whispering "lift your feet," and amusedly smiling at your whine before tucking the comforter underneath. “'s that better?"

"mhm," you mumble.

"here, come closer," he calls, lifting his arm for you to move under. you shuffle over and rin drapes his arm on top of you, planting a kiss on your head before pulling it into his chest. your voice is muffled against his shirt when you speak, "you know if you stopped freezing your room every night this wouldn't be a problem?"

"i don't see how cuddling the love of my life without sweating is a problem."

you snort at his reply before sending another jokingly accusatory look, "i'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose, rintarou."

"me? never."

rin's met with a groan and laugh before you tuck yourself further into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. he can hear the smile in your voice as you whisper “mhm. goodnight, rin.”

because even though you wake up every so often, you can't complain when your boyfriend's there to tuck you back in. and it's those nights that rintarou thinks he'd freeze the world, just a little, if it meant he could keep you near him for a while longer.

note from nia: meow. little rin drabble...wtf is the difference between a blurb / drabble / oneshot / scenario . like i'm using these interchangeably or feeling the right one in my soul except i think i'm wrong ? HELP

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lord i do not have the strength for this today

cw; pregnant fem! reader + fluff + you're Megumi's mom + this is so very self-indulgent hahaha + Halloween shenanigans

Toji loves to see the way your body grows and changes with each pregnancy, albeit he does feel bad for all the aches you have and cravings that have him out of bed at three am or whenever it was.

Right now, he knows he should be making sure the inflatable ghost is standing the way it should but his attention is on you through the window he can see you helping Megumi in his Halloween costume.

You kneeled in front of him with such a soft glow Toji swore he could actually see it surrounding you. He watched as you spoke to his son in a gentle manner, reminding him not to eat as much candy as he did last year or there will be another repeat of his stomachache.

Once the decoration was set up and secured, he stepped back inside not pulling Megumi's attention away from you like a true momma boy. He was only three was but was attached to your hip like an extra appendage which no one blamed him for, you were with him a lot.

If anyone asked Megumi who his favorite person was, he would immediately answer with soft-spoken my mom, but rapidly he was becoming interested in your growing belly. He always asked when his little sister would be here and when he could hold her.

You ruffled his soft raven hair with a soft smile before you pulled the hood of the costume over his head, this year it was a bitter cold that took over, so you dressed little Gumi in a bear suit. He looked at you with wide eyes that reminded you so much of his father.

Toji helped you to your feet and kissed the side of your head before looking down at Megumi sweeping him in his arms only getting a scowl in return, his son looked at you and opened his arms. "What are you goin' do when your sister gets here?" He questioned his mini him.

"Hold her." The three-year-old stated simply and you couldn't help but crack a small laugh at your husband's antics, his eyebrow twitched as he rubbed his face. "I think it's time we get going, stop being so jealous honey." You told Toji with a kiss on his cheek taking Gumi.

He huffed in response and helped you put your shoes on, at eight months pregnant it was quite difficult to sit down and put them on and then get back up. It was impossible actually as you found out last week when you had to call your neighbor to help you.

Megumi toddled out the front door when you opened it followed by Toji who made sure to hold your hand as the three of you descended down the sidewalk which bustled with other families and people.

"Stay close to us okay baby?" You reminded Megumi who never strayed far from you but still, it was a worry. You heard your husband chuckle earning a look from you, your eyebrows raised and lips in a line.

He looked back at you and leaned in closer so you could hear him. "Momma bear chill." You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled at his teasing.

“Do you really want to be with me?”

Your question rings through Suna’s head.

“It’s going to be really hard…There’s going to be a lot of obstacles and shit to deal with, not to mention the uphill battles.”

“You mean dealing with your family and friends?” He smirked. “I’m not worried about them.”

You snorted, somewhere between derision and sarcasm. “Sure you aren’t–”

“I’m not,” he tried to reassure you but you ignored him.

“I was talking about myself.” You eyed him skeptically. “I’m not well, Suna. The person who’s going to give you the most trouble, who’s going to make a relationship so difficult is me.”

His sharp eyes scrutinized you as he listened.

“I’m not an easy-going person…or easy for most people to get along with, either…And I’m not sure you’re really ready or willing to deal with that…

“With all of me.”

“You say that like I’m a fully functioning human being without flaws,” he replied dryly.

You had trouble meeting his eye. “I’m not saying or implying anything about you, Suna. I’m only telling you that there’s no glamor or glory in being with me. I’m…broken.”

You gave him a fleeting glance. “And I don’t know if I’ll ever work right.”

The conversation replays over and over in his mind. The dull tone of your voice, the way the air around you seemed to dim as you tried to explain what he was getting himself into.

As if you could have prepared him for this.

For being with you.

As if you could have prepared him for years of swinging on an emotional pendulum.

Yes…you had been honest about how hard it would be. How you would give him more trouble and stress than anyone else. Maybe even more than everyone else in his life combined but

you lied.

You lied.

Because while you told him all of this you didn’t tell him everything else.

How you would never try to erase his pain or disappointment but walk through them with him, at his side. That you would love him win or lose off and on the court no matter what, forgiving him when he apologized and laugh together just as often as you cried, if not more.

You lied.

You fucking lied.

You made it seem like loving you was going to be more trouble than it was worth and you were wrong. It was worth every fight, every tear, every moment of struggle outweighed immeasurably by the glow of love and belonging that lit up his life solely because of you. Tied to you so that he could no longer be whole without you. As if he had never been whole before.

You were right that you are your own worst enemy but it makes him your best ally. The person who’ll drown out all the voices of insecurity and self-deprecation inside of you over and over again. Who’ll patiently weather whatever storm rolls through you and hunt you down from the dark depths of your own mind to bring you back to life over and over again.

“Do you really want to be with me?”

Your words echo through his mind like part of you has slipped into him, the ‘broken’ part and, more often than not, it makes him smile.

He likes the idea of taking this negative part of you off your shoulders and locking it away where it can’t hurt you anymore.

“Do you really want to be with me?” 

Because no matter how often he hears the question in his mind-

“Do you really want to be with me?” 

For Suna,

the answer will always be yes.

if you don't reply to gojo's texts for a while (15 minutes) he definitely starts messaging you like you're his dead wife and he's writing you letters to keep your memory alive as he copes with his grief