I Think That Gojo Saying, Gojo Satoru Doesnt Matter Anymore, Isnt Him Saying That He Doesnt Matter Anymore.

I think that Gojo saying, “‘Gojo Satoru’ doesn’t matter anymore,” isn’t him saying that he doesn’t matter anymore.

I take it as more him saying that this brand, this belief of “Gojo Satoru, the strongest,” doesn’t matter as much anymore. it’s him saying that it’s not just about Gojo Satoru who can handle everything by himself, alone and who people look at and think, ‘Yeah, leave it to him. He can handle it on his own because he’s the strongest’

him saying that, to me, is him betting on the future and the strength of his students and the people around him. after all, he said before that he wanted to change this system (who only thought of him as the weapon/solution to everything) and raise the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers stronger than him (who will fight against this system).

he didn’t die as a cog, he chose south and staked the future on his students.

satoru being one of those kids who was picked on and embarrassed with those cruel jokes. the “so and so likes you/wants to be friends with you” ones, and when he goes up to them all excited like “wow new friend!!” they just end up embarrassing him in front of everyone because “why would i like you? or want to be friends with you? you’re super weird.” the entire class is laughing at him. he’s humiliated.

and now, as an adult, satoru struggles with telling when someone is being genuine to him. not many are, most people don’t care to be around him which hurts in and of itself, but it hurts even worse when they pretend to like him only to end up betraying or disappointing him later. so when you come along, and he watches you approach him every day with a big smile and try and talk to him and you ask him if he wants to grab lunch together or hang out, satoru prepares himself for the worst.

he tries not to let himself get attached to you, and your friendly face, and the way you laugh at him because no one has ever laughed with him before, and those knowing stares you always give because satoru just knows one of these days you’re going to grow bored and leave him like everyone else has.

he keeps himself stuck in a constant state of denial, not realizing that your actions are indeed genuine and your motives are pure.

ೃ⁀➷ sk8er boi!

a/n: skater geto teaching u how to skate! 🫶🏼 i wanna make this a series so bad, how they met, y/n meeting geto’s friends, maybe even smut… at the skate park… ehe. mainly it was this on twt who made me wanna write this!!!

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“lookie there,” you feel a nudge from your side from your friend before looking up at the group of skaters that walk past. and amongst them, you can pick out their oversized t-shirts and baggy pants that never seem to show their actual physique, along with their skateboards tucked snugly under their arms.

“you got over your crush yet?” another friend cuts in, eyeing them with a scowl on her face as they walk past and you resist the urge to say that you’re dating one of them. as far as you know, their reputation precedes them and they’ve been nothing but “trouble” — but you’ll believe it when you see it.

“shut up,” you laugh, nudging her back before geto catches your eye. he tries not to give you a little wave, the ones he gives you when you’re safely home from across the road and the ones when he’s chucking rocks at your window. “and they’re not all bad, you know.”

“just because you had a term with geto suguru to work on a project doesn’t change my mind.”

and you don’t blame her, either, especially with how shitty last year’s seniors were. naoya, mahito, jogo — they were pieces of shit that thought messing up the school, disrupting class and moaning at the back of the assembly hall was fun, and thank god they were gone. stigma does tend to remain, though. 

walking felt like ages — out of campus, into the courtyard — something that you were wishing didn’t take up so much time, “well, this is where we part. see you guys tomorrow!” hugging your friends, you eye geto and his friends try to look uninterested, obviously waiting for your friends to leave for good. gojo trips over something and you giggle, almost caught red-handed when your friend pulls away from the embrace.

“what are you giggling at?”

you swallow, struggling to hold eye contact, “nothing! just thought of something funny, haha, s’all.”

“okay…” inwardly sighing, you see that she doesn’t suspect a thing, while your other friend didn’t exactly care about your little slip-up. “is dinner still on tomorrow?”

you can faintly see suguru groaning and complaining and this time you bite your lip to suppress another laugh, nodding furiously to the question before they walk in the opposite direction. you’re thankful they live in the same area. finally, they’re gone for good, but you wait for them to be out of sight for a minute before you’re waving your boyfriend and his friends over.

“(y/n), when are you gonna tell your friends? you know that i can’t keep my mouth shut for long—” gojo gets a smack on his back by choso, the three share laughter, and it usually goes like this (even with gojo trying his best to keep your secret under wraps), but the thing that always manages to surprise you is how geto greets you. sometimes, he brings flowers. other times, he twirls you around if he’s excited, and maybe if he’s feeling tame, he settles for a peck on the cheek or temple or lips. safe to say, geto suguru is obsessed with you. 

“hey,” geto grins, smoothly bringing you in with an arm while the other carries his skateboard, “ready to go?” you’re about to answer him when his friends cut in noisily (how your friends don’t hear him is beyond you) and you think they’re going to shout something insulting like the boys you see in movies — even when they’ve shown how much they love you as geto’s girlfriend.

“make sure geto doesn’t fall off his skateboard!” choso bursts into laughter at gojo’s statement, “have fun, you lovebirds.”

suguru gives them the finger and tells them to piss off, but you just giggle at their quips as they head off to a fast-food restaurant. your boyfriend only adores the interaction from afar; when you turn to face him again, his eyebrow is raised and a little smile forms and you have to look at his chest to avoid his piercing stare.

“you’re too cute,” he notes nonchalantly, and today, he’s quiet and silently loving, pressing a quick peck to your cheek. “how’s your friends?”

you sigh, brushing geto’s signature bangs out of his face, “not coming ‘round. they’re convinced all skater boys are devils.”

“it’s alright, i don’t blame them. our seniors were crap.” geto swiftly takes your hand in his, ignoring the tingly feeling when you interlace his fingers with yours. “ever since the incident, they’ve been kicked out and banned from the skate park, so it’s good we don’t interact with them even after they’ve graduated.”

“yeah, it’s great.”

“it is?” the smile geto gives you is teasing, “you’re great too.”

you roll your eyes, but don’t deny the heat on your cheeks. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let’s just go.”

you love geto, you do, but sometimes, you shouldn’t let him talk you into things — as excited as you were for this day, thinking of riding on a skateboard and actually being on it were two different things.

“baby, if it helps, maybe you could keep your arms out,” geto shouts from across the skate park, being extremely optimistic after seeing you balance on it. moving was another story though.

“i just— can’t, i always feel like falling!” you shout back, landing on a leg to stop the slow moving skateboard (if it was even really moving). even holding out your arms didn’t work, the familiar beat of your heart always speeding up when you feel like you’re going to fall.

“maybe i’m not ready yet.”

the other frowns, jogging over, “no, maybe we’re taking it too fast. c’mon, up you go.”

he ushers you back onto the board, clutching tightly onto your hands like a toddler on their first steps. it made you look stupid, heck, you feel stupid, but geto only offers a soft smile, placing kisses on both hands.

“maybe i should’ve guided you with my hands. or would you rather we…” he grins, moving his hands to your waist and you shriek, immediately grabbing hold of his forearms, “slow dance style.”

loud laughter escapes you, so distracted and focused on his face that you don’t even notice geto dragging you along until you’ve completed a small distance. the ride feels easy enough, and soon he takes his hands off your waist with a grin.

“that’s my darlin’!”

“huh?”

his laughter is like sunshine and rain and everything you like, his jet black hair blowing in the soft breeze.

“you’re moving, baby!”

“shit, am i?” your legs aren’t wobbling any more, nor do your feet feel heavy. you’re able to stop the skateboard and start, albeit slowly, but you’re still able to get somewhere without any help. “i am! su, look!”

“i am looking,” geto’s laughter subsides into a smile, pleasantly surprised when the board vanishes below you and you’re taken up into the air suddenly. you’re flying in his arms, face inches from his while you’re holding tightly to make sure you don’t slip. “and she is looking stunning as always.” heat creeps up your neck to your face, and you’re glad you can blame it on the sun at least.

“you’re not looking so bad yourself, skater boy,” even on the skateboard, it’s difficult to reach his height, but you love it anyway: dangly arms around his frame, body weight supported effortlessly by the skater.

“i’ll teach you how to do an ollie next,” geto knows it’s far from your intended to-do list today, so he kisses you, geto suguru kisses you to (partially) distract you, swallowing your surprise, but he also kisses you because he likes (loves) it. he has you wrapped up in his arms, sweating to the bone from the scorching rays and the rush of adrenaline through his veins, and you unknowingly untangle his hair from those chains of his.

“i’m going to die attempting an ollie,” you giggle, breath mixing with his after the heated kiss.

“or we could just kiss, instead, princess.”

one day. one day you’ll tell your friends and you’ll receive the brunt of their disapproval, but here in this old skate park, you’re willing to miss a few hours of studying to be with your skater, lover boy.

sigh. when will a broody skater boy who acts all tough and bad but is actually all soft for his girl gonna come along

jujutsu kaisen manga is now officially completed. i feel somewhat sad, but — thank you akutami gege for all the wonderful characters that you created, the story that you crafted, and the memories that you gifted us — they will forever be part of us 🤍 there was a lot of pain along the way but, ah . . . i will miss it so much

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