Thinking About How Gojo Does Not Understand Personal Space Because He Always His Infinity On Which Also

thinking about how gojo does not understand personal space because he always his infinity on which also means in the last 10 years he's also probably never felt the warmth of human embrace and when he switched it off it was only before the shinjuku battle so that his students could cheer him up as he knew that would probably be the first and last time in a decade when he could touch a human without constantly being alert since the bigger battle/threat was already decided

It makes me so sad to think of why people hate Satoru so much, because most of the time (apart from Utahime genuinely just hating him ._.) it has to do with his powers and abilities, not with him as a person.

Yes, his birth tipped the scales and caused curses to grow stronger as a reaction, but that wasn’t his fault. Satoru Gojo as a person is not his powers, they’re just a part of him. Unfortunately, that part of him is the most prevalent part that people see and are quick to judge him off of, so in turn, he tends to over identify with it.

Here when he says “I love everyone but at some point there was a line drawn between me being a person and being a creature” that right there shows how detrimental being the wielder of the Six Eyes and Limitless was to him.

We know Satoru is a loving and caring person. He sticks his neck out constantly to protect the youth and innocence of kids so that they don’t suffer like he did when he was a child & teenager. He tries his best to teach them in the most effective ways he believes to work so that they grow strong. He’s even said he’s not suited to teaching but he does it anyway. Hell, he let the person he cares about most run amok for 10 years because he couldn’t kill him. He has a huge, selfless heart.

But all of that gets overshadowed by the fact that this ability that he didn’t choose to have was thrust upon him at birth.

It’s just so sad because people really don’t see him for who he really is, they just see him for what he is. Living up to impossible expectations is so difficult, even for him who had to deal with it to the very end. He’s told his whole life he’s strong, he starts to believe it to the point where he feels slightly inhuman, and it just causes a sort of reckless abandon with the power he was given.

And it just makes me so sad.

pregnancy freak satoru not letting you lift a finger let alone carry stuff, be it your purse even, bc you are with his child now and you are to sit back and let him take care of everything. the way he is so overprotective is very endearing really but gets a bit out of hand at some point when he offers to hand feed you during mealtimes so you don’t have to bother with the utensils. you want to teach him a lesson, hoping he’d read the room and stop treating you like you’re on your deathbed—you refuse to hold his cock, saying it’s too heavy. but instead you give him a boner and an ego boost. now he holds it for you whenever you suck him off….

Would gojo view sex as a sacred act like something he can only do with someone he truly loves/harbors feelings for… 👀

Since his infinity makes him touch starved/deprived, he wouldn’t want to be vulnerable and give his body away to just everyone/anyone.. His lover being the only one he makes love to. However this does contradict geges statement regarding gojos character (😭)

Idk.. what’s your take on this? :)

yes, in a way i think he does view it as a sacred act. he keeps to himself a lot despite always having this big energy attitude, being all smiles and giggles around ppl, he’s actually got nobody to talk to. he’s not as great expressing himself emotionally to begin with, so he lets out a big portion of his bottled up feelings/frustration when he’s fighting (that’s why he gets such a thrill out of it) or during sex. but i think with sex, he needs some sort of connection with the person, like i rly can’t see him fooling around with random ppl :/ it makes no sense to me bc he usually keeps everyone, his friends and colleagues, at a certain distance from himself even if he acts overly familiar with them all the time. and by connection, i don’t mean it as knowing each other to the T, but more like clicking spiritually with little words exchanged. like he’s attracted and naturally drawn to them but afraid to explore it further so he engages only physically with them (physical touch is definitely his love language btw) and that’s why i said he’s got someone he goes to for sex. and he’s like, if i can’t tell you how much you mean to me, i will show it to you with this but after we’re done, let’s pretend you don’t know anything…. this is how i interpret gege’s words, i can’t ever see him as a fuckboy i just can’t and i don’t think he meant it that way but maybe i am biased. yet judging by his character there’s just no way i speak out of subjective opinion only

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Touch starved Gojo Satoru, your hands on him have him practically melting, already so willing. He’d fall to his knees and worship you if you would just put your hand on him, touch him gently, touch him harshly, just touch him.

It goes both ways though, he’s starving to be touched and to touch you, his large hands gripping at your skin as he leaves marks with his lips on every bit of skin he can get to. Almost whimpering when you tug him back by his hair.

“Please, let me fuck you, please,” so polite in how he’d basically beg for your pussy.

When he’d finally sink balls deep inside you, his cock would be twitching and leaking profusely. So impatient in how he’d wait for you to be ready for him to move, his hips already grinding into you, needy and desperate in his pursuit.

The way he’d fuck you would take your breath away, his desperation driving his thrusts so deep inside you that you’d feel him in your lungs. He’d grip you tightly through it all, completely naked and skin to skin, he’d be pressed as close to you as he could get.

Kissing you throughout it all, barely parting from your mouth unless it were to groan or compliment how well your tight cunt takes him. Words obscene and broken as he moans halfway through his sentence.

Anyways… touch starved Gojo Satoru has my heart

Blind Gojo adjusting to his new life…

The fight against Sukuna took a lot from everybody. With everyone making sacrifices, it was only right Satoru did too. He wanted to win, he was the strongest right? He had to win, no matter what. Losing the six eyes was just the mere cost of winning the battle. It was worth it right?

Satoru believed he didn’t deserve to live, but he had too now for everyone who died. Ultimately, deciding to now live his life as Satoru Gojo and not "the strongest” anymore. Losing the six eyes initially lead to frustration and anger, as he tried to adjust to being blind. He felt useless for a while, not being as efficient as he was. But over time, this loss lead to his personal growth. Gojo developed a deeper sense of humility and empathy for others, finally understanding the struggles of those who are not as gifted as he once was.

It wasn’t until he met you that he started to feel a sense of normalcy. And here he was at almost 30 learning how to live as a human for the first time. You taught him what true genuine love was and you patiently taught him how to reciprocate it back to you. He learned how to express his feelings to you instead of bottling them up inside. You created a safe space for him where he could unveil the true side of himself. Trust and intimacy forming between you two. Both of you navigating the complexities of loving each other.

He also didn’t know exactly what you looked like, not that he cared. His other senses were still in top shape and keen allies to him. That’s why his hands are always on you, he could feel you. Feeling the warmth of your body against his fingertips, large cold hands always coming to your face. He liked tracing your bone structure with the pads of his fingers, caressing your cheeks, and especially savoring your lips against his own. With each caress, he discovered new assets of your beauty, not defined by your visual appearance but by the sensations that awakened within him.

He could also smell your scent. He knows when you walk into a room when the sweetness of your perfume fills his nostrils, causing it to twitch like a bunny. He buries his nose into your hair because he loves the fresh fragrance of your shampoo. He loves when you bake him all his favorite sweets, the aroma of brown sugar lingering on you makes you smell even sweeter.

The sound of your voice. Satoru could never get tired of it. For once in his life, Satoru found himself not being the talkative one in a relationship. He cherished all the words that would leave your lips, each word a symphony to his ears. In the mornings Satoru would always lay in bed until you woke up waiting for the sound of your voice to be the first thing he heard each day.

All these aspects combined Satoru knew he was finally living the life he finally dreamed of. Every touch, every word, every moment was filling his deepest desires. In your presence, he found the reason why he deserved to live. He found peace and joy, a sense of completeness that he had long yearned for all in one person.

Even though he couldn't see anymore he felt things he didn’t before. He made up his mind that he didn't want to waste any more time. Satoru was now certain that his blindness didn’t stop his ability to love or to commit fully to you and he was more than grateful that you showed him that. It wasn’t long before you both decided to marry.

“She’s perfect…” you utter softly, handing the baby gently into an anxious Satoru’s arms. He cradles the baby just like you taught him, careful to not get too excited and accidentally hurt her. The baby babbles as she feels the comforting warmth of her father.

“The little sounds she makes are my favorite thing to hear,” he says, poking the baby’s cheek. “Describe her again to me, will you?” Satoru looks up from the baby, trying to decipher where you were.

You walk over to join him on the couch. “Of course, she has your beautiful blue eyes…” You noticed Satoru smiling, still holding his daughter close to him. “And your white hair…” you continue, Satoru’s finger coming up to her head, feeling the softness in her hair.

You describe every detail you could about the little baby to Satoru. You tell him about how her eyes seem to gaze into his soul full of love, and the way her tiny nose wrinkles when she sleeps just like his. A lone tear falls down Satoru's face, filled with heartache knowing that he will never be able to see her with his own eyes.

In that vulnerable moment, you hold Satoru close, letting him know that you were there. He smiles at you as he feels your touch, sniffling. There was determination in Satoru’s eyes. He was going to cherish every moment with his family.

"I'll be there for both of you," Satoru whispers, his voice filled with quiet resolve. His words carry a promise.

Thank you @suguwife for this lovely idea and the discord server as well!