The Gojos Video Diaries

The Gojo’s Video Diaries

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Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Synopsis: Recordings of the strongest sorcerer’s life with you throughout the years.

2005-2006 | First Year:

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2006-2007 | Second Year:

2007-2008 | Third Year:

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“… know how this works”

Thump. Thump.

“Pretty sure you’ll break it like that”

“Oh, shut up, Shoko!”

A groan. A male laughter.

“Have you checked if it’s on?”

“Of course I have! How stupid do you think I am?”

Silence.

“I need new friends”

Laughter. Three in total.

“ Y/N, look on the bright side, you’re smarter than Satoru!”

“Hey!” Calls out another voice, “I’ll let you know I’m ver—”

“AHA!”

The blackness fades from view, everything becoming a blur because of the sudden light. Then the focus is on a video game console in someone’s hands, a Digimon game being played on it.

‘G A M E O V E R’ is written on big red letters on the screen.

“Did you just record me losing?!” An indignant voice exclaims at a close distance.

“Hey! It’s not my fault I finally figured out how this thing works” the voice, your voice, behind the recording device calls out, “It’s not like you ever really win anyways”

“HEY!”

The camera is grabbed abruptly and moved towards the source of the sound, a shriek leaving your lips from the sudden motion.

A white haired handsome (really tall) teenage boy with pale skin and dark circular glasses comes to view.

“To whoever sees this in the future: I ALWAYS WIN”

“Oh, get over yourself, Satoru”

An arm settles itself on Satoru’s shoulders, a tall handsome teenage boy with dark hair styled in a bun and purple eyes joins the panorama.

The pair of boys that sorta remind people of the yin and yang, personality and physical characteristics wise, start to bicker with one another making you sigh.

You decide to turn the camera around in your hands so you can come into view, making sure to turn the screen towards you so you can see yourself as you record. You sigh with a slight roll of your eyes and a small smile.

“Ignore them” you voice, “Once they start there is no stopping them”

The volume of their voices growing seems to support your argument.

“Anyways, I’m Y/L/N Y/N. If things go out well then you probably are my future children, but you never really know as a Jujutsu sorcerer so…” you shrug your shoulders, “I bought this videocamera to record our daily lives so that someday we can look back and laugh once more at Satoru!”

“HEY!”

You hadn’t even noticed the bickering had stopped making you jumped in your place at Gojo’s loud voice.

A female laughter is heard close and soon a beautiful short haired brunette with a beauty mark on her left cheek comes to view, a small smirk adorning her features.

“Please make sure you gift me a copy of all his stupidest moments for my birthday”

“HEY!” Satoru calls once again.

Ignored once again too.

“Of course, Shoko” you smile at her before looking once more at the camera, “This is Ieiri Shoko, my best friend EVER”

The black haired boy joins your other side, smiling with mischief.

“Well, well, Y/N, now you’re breaking my heart” he sighs faking sadness, “I haven’t even been properly given some screen time by you yet”

You laugh, “Now, ladies, get ready to be mesmerized! Or horrified… This is the better half of the pair of idiots I also call my best friends, Geto Suguru”

“Ouch. Not sure if i should be offended or… forget it, I’m offended”

You roll your eyes but soon let out a shriek as you stumble forward, not falling because of the pair of arms holding your waist tightly from behind.

“I WANT AN INTRODUCTION TOO”

A sigh.

“Gojo Satoru, better known as the other half of the pair of idiots I call my best friends”

“Ajem” he fake coughs.

You ignore it.

“Ajem” you ignore it, “Ajem! AJEM”

Shoko and Suguru try to stifle their laughters as much as they can.

“What, Satoru?”

“You didn’t introduce me well!” He whines, “You had to mention how I’m the strongest sorcerer and how you’re madly in love with me!”

“EXCUSE ME?!”

The camera’s view changes dramatically as it is lowered abruptly, showing only the white converse with Digimon characters on the side and the black combat boots.

Until Shoko grabs the videocamera and focuses it on Suguru and her for a second, signaling for silence with their fingers to their mouths, before turning it to focus once again on you and Satoru.

You who’s reprimanding the white-haired sorcerer, and him who’s looking at you with an adorable smile on his face.

It would sure be a series of interesting recordings.

Happiness

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Can there be happiness after a good man hurts you? Can there be when you’ve hurt him too?

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Part 2 of Tolerate It

It had been a struggle to open your eyes, they were puffy from the tears you had cried the night before.

The night before, you remembered.

A tired sigh leaves your lips. With a pout, you turned around looking to hide your face on the covers when instead of the usual coldness that embraces your bed, warmth envelopes you.

Your eyes open in surprise, gaze falling on the sleeping figure of the man you have been in love with for at least seven years (maybe even more if you ignore your and his naivety). He was here. He was sleeping next you. After so long he was here.

But you weren’t anymore.

Your body was there beside his but your heart… oh, your heart was torn. In two halves: one wanting to stay by his, while the other wanted to protect what remained of itself. Because what was one morning together over the approximately 186 last mornings alone?

So, even if a part of you begged you to stay, you stood up as every other day to start your routine. Alone as you were used to.

Your muscle memory allowed you to do all that had to be done as your mind travelled farther and farther away from reality. How were you supposed to do this? Were you strong enough to do it? Did you really want this? Was this truly for the best?

Arms hugging your waist from behind get you out of your thoughts, but what stays with you is how your body decided to react.

Your body was tensed. On alert. Defensive. As if it was trying to protect you from Satoru, your Satoru. This wasn’t right. You couldn’t keep going like this. If this kept going your love would be tainted, damaged… if you kept going like this there would be no going back, ever.

"Good morning, sweets" he murmurs.

You just had to greet him back and then maybe everything would be okay. You hustled had to turn around, look into his eyes, and know that if you kept walking down this path the damage wouldn’t be incorrigible.

So why did you pull away from his arms?

"Breakfast ready" you said without looking at him.

You stayed still for a second, trying to process what you had just done. There was no going back now.

And then you turned away from him.

"Sweets?" No answer. You couldn’t. You didn’t know how, "Y/N"

The panic in his voice is what sets you off. There’s no going back. It has to be done.

You see his shoulders deflate as soon as your gaze meets his when you turn. The pure terror in his beautiful sky-blue eyes. Your gaze must speak volumes to him.

You wonder if the dagger that you’ve felt stabbing you heart all this time is now being shared with him. You wonder what he’ll do once you removed it from you completely

"Sweets?" He whispers.

God, if you’re real, you silently beg in your mind, if you’re really out there, please, let this be the right choice.

You see his resolve crumble. The tears that threaten to fall from his eyes, the ones he doesn’t let. You wished he would cry, show you that maybe tolerating this kind of love was worth it. If he could willingly show you his emotions as he used to before, maybe then you would throw away your dignity and stay.

But he doesn’t let a single tear fall.

You can see the terror, the pain, the grief, the sadness, all of them written on his whole body. Yet nothing else. He doesn’t even scream, nor beg, nor pleads. He doesn’t even ask.

He knows, you realize. He knows and yet here you both are.

You smile, sadly and faintly, and that gives him the answers without the need for questions. It’s over, your smile whispers. I love you, your eyes mutter softly. I love you, whispers his pout. Don’t leave me, scream his eyes.

Your love was beautiful, is beautiful. You don’t want to ruin it. Your love is pure. You don’t want to taint it. Your love is peaceful. You don’t want to damage it. So you’ll walk away before any of those things happen. You’ll walk away so, maybe, somewhere along the way you can meet again and work right from where you left off. Without the need to fix what broke. Just the need to repaint the wall, noticing the dimming of its color.

It took you a week to move your things out of your home with Satoru, assuring him that you wanted to move out even when he insisted on you keeping the place. This was hard enough as it was already, you wouldn’t be able to handle having to wake up in the home where your love grew stronger just to remind yourself of how it weakened too.

Now, the hardest part was the going back to your work. Going back to your students. Going back to Megumi.

During your moving, life kept going. So like always you had to do your routine and go train your beloved kids. Like always you prepared Megumi’s bento box and yours (Satoru’s too before). Life kept going as always.

Except it wasn’t. And it was long until everybody else noticed.

Megumi was the first to realize something was wrong the first day after you moved. He and Tsumiki were raised by the both of you. They were raised when you both were two oblivious teenagers, until you had both grown into respectable adults (Gojo’s growth was a little doubtful though). So he knew you both very well. He had noticed the distance that had grown over the last year between the both of you, distance that seemed to grow more once he moved to the school.

So, of course, he noticed when the knot that tightly tied you both together had snapped.

He tried to ignore it, the pang in his chest, every single time his gaze met one of yours. He tried to ignore the way he thinks about how Tsumiki would react, how he wanted to react.

And then he saw you give him his bento box, the missing Digimon lunchbox with Satoru’s own food missing from your grasp, and he couldn’t stop himself from wrapping himself in your arms. He didn’t know what had overcome him, but he suddenly felt the need for the comfort and safety your arms had always granted him ever since he was a child. Warmth that reminded him of green eyes that resembled his own, warmth that he knew reminded him of a word he had only muttered on special occasions and only towards you.

And, as always, you knew what had brought his outburst. You had learned to read him and his complicated feelings and he loved you for it.

“It’ll be okay” you whisper, “We’re all still a family, okay?”

You kiss his hair softly before letting go, giving him a bright smile. He smiles back, small and faintly, before leaving.

The pain doesn’t leave his chest, and if he is more tolerant towards Gojo during their training nobody questions it.

After Megumi, Shoko and Nanaimo followed. Both had been friends with the two of you for a long time, and never had they ever seen one not cling to the other’s personal space as if it was their own. Not even when the distance between the both of you had increased.

Now, there was a great divide. One that couldn’t be easily crossed. And they noticed.

Neither said anything. Shoko just somehow found her way to Gojo’s office with a box full of sweets she declared she had a coupon for. Nanami, on the other hand, found himself sitting besides you quietly reading his newspaper during his free times; letting you know he is there for you without saying a thing.

You appreciated it. Gojo silently did too.

Panda, Inunaki and Yuji’s sadness over the change couldn’t be hidden. Maki and Nobara’s disappointment (even when they questioned your dating standards all the time) was visible.

All of them felt like they were watching their own parents divorce even when none of you had birthed them. You still helped raise them. You both still cared for them. You both would still give up your lives for them, and they knew it. So the separation hurt them in a way.

But that wasn’t truly the hardest part of it all, not even the leaving part was. No, the worst was the after.

You didn’t really remember life before him, you just knew there had been one. Your before and after for you had always been when you turned seventeen and Suguru deserted, changing all of your lives altogether drastically.

You never imagined there’d be an after Satoru.

Yet here you were.

Your eyes were puffy from all the crying you had done during your first week starting over. You had hoped things would get easier, that the weight in your chest would lessen. But it hadn’t.

And now here you were at Jujutsu High, having to once again see the dimmed smiles in your students faces whenever they spotted you. You’d once again have to see the worry in Megumi’s usual blank stare. You’d once again have to see Satoru and wonder when his winning smile had become a smirk while trying to not break down. Once again you’d have to teach your lessons, feeling them become weapons pointed at your deepest scars.

“Sensei”

Your gaze leaves Megumi’s back as you watch him train, turning to find Nobara shyly stand next to you.

“Hi, Nobara” you smile seeetly, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” she clears her throat, “I wanted to ask—are you… are you okay?”

Your eyes widen, “I-I am”

Nobara sighs. She turns to look at Megumi, fidgeting with her hands as she thinks her next words over.

“I know you don’t want to worry us. Neither does Gojo” she starts, “But we worry cause you’re both ignoring what happened”

“We’re not—”

“You both are. But I think that’s mostly our fault” she sighs, “You’re both worried about our reaction to the… news? Well, to that. And well… we haven’t been acting in the best way”

You sigh. They haven’t, that’s true, but you could understand why. They saw you both as the ones to look up to, together; and now you both weren’t together anymore.

“We are sad. And we do wished things would’ve worked out. We also can’t truly understand what happened” she admits softly, “But none of that matters. Cause whatever we feel, you both must feel it a hundred times worst. So, please, stop trying to act strong and let yourself grieve”

Your eyes start to sting and you will yourself to not tear up. Let yourself grieve? The weight in your chest lessens slightly. Was that what you needed to do? Why hadn’t you done it before? Why had crying made you feel guilty? Why did you feel the need to always smile at school?

Oh. You didn’t feel you had the right to. Not after being the one that walked out.

“I’m sure there’ll be happiness in your life after him, but there was happiness because of him” she continues, “so you’re allowed to grieve that loss”

You smile faintly, “I didn’t know this side of you”

She scoffs, “I’m capable of girl talk, you know?”

You laugh slightly, making her smile.

“I know you are” you smile, “There’s just to many testosterone around”

“UGH” she groans, “Don’t even remind me!”

You laugh once again, returning your gaze to Megumi before standing up. Leaving with one last smile to Nobara.

You had to allow yourself to grief. You had to grieve losing the person that knew all your hiding spots, the person who owned the haunted look in your eyes after all the blood, after all the bruises, the curses and betrayals. The person who owned the eyes that would’ve loved him forever.

You had to grieve it and then leave it all behind.

You had to, only then would you be able to face reinvention. Only then would you be able accept the happiness in you history across the great divide, and look at the glorious sunrise that would come.

You had to do it properly. There was no villain in this story, you knew it. He was a good man. He had hurt you, but so had you.

This hurt you were feeling now was a small price to pay for the years in heaven you spent by his side. You needed to find yourself again. You needed to meet the new you, one that wasn’t standing next to Gojo Satoru anymore.

Two months.

That’s how long it has been since you left Satoru, since you started reinventing yourself. Since you started to try to understand who you were now, trying to find happiness in the after.

It was hard. Especially when the person you were leaving behind was a constant in your life. Someone you had to go work in missions with every now and then. Someone who you had to see have hundreds of girls come to, battering their lashes and flashing flirty smiles.

You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining that any of them could take your old spot beside him in your old bed. And you’d hope the one that took it was a beautiful fool.

Well, no. That was more your fury talking, making it hard to see the facts.

You weren’t the new you yet.

But that was okay, you were taking it slow.

What you didn’t know was that everyday his eyes would be on only you behind that black cloth that covered his sky-blue eyes. You didn’t know that every night he would go to sleep on his side of the bed, leaving yours untouched, hoping he could feel your warmth again. You didn’t know every time he went on a mission alone he still bought you a souvenir, hoping that one day he could give them to you once again.

You didn’t. But Megumi did.

“Have you tried talking to her?”

Megumi’s voice startles Gojo, which is a first time since his biological dead father had. But how could he have not been startled when all he could see and feel at the moment was you and your cursed technique? You who taught the second years with such kindness. You whose smile seemed to kiss the bruises in his heart better, at least helping forget for a while the throbbing pain they constantly caused.

“No” he states, softly and uncharacteristic of him, “I don’t want to screw things up for us more than I already have”

“You’re an idiot” Megumi states, “You should talk to her”

“I don’t think she wants that”

“How can you not? Have you asked her?”

Megumi is the reason why on the third month Gojo seeks you out. You had just come back from a mission just to find him in your office, a box of mochi in his hands.

Eyes bared.

“Satoru” you whisper.

“Hi, sweets” he smiles, faintly, “It’s been a while”

To his surprise, you smile faintly before walking towards him and enveloping in your arms. He feels himself grow weak in your embrace, letting his face fall on the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent.

All his body relaxing in your familiarity. In your warmth.

“I miss you” he chokes.

Oh, he shouldn’t have let his eyes be open for you to see. He can’t stop the tears anymore, not with the comforting hold you have on him.

So he hides his face deeper in your neck, even when he knows you know.

You always know him best.

“I miss you too” you state softly.

“Please” he chokes, his shoulders quivering, “Come back. I’ll do better. I’ll be better”

“Satoru”

“Please, please, please” he cried softly, “Forgive me. Come back. I love you”

“I love you too… but I can’t come back. Not yet” you softly explain, “and you know that. I need to find myself again, to know who I am without you. And you need to do the same”

“But…”

“You won’t lose me. You’re my best friend. The person I love” you smile faintly, “But if we keep going like we were we would’ve ended up damaging what we had. That’s the last thing I want”

“But I can be better!”

You let him go, cradling his teary face in your hand lovingly.

“I want us both to do better. We need some time before we try again. We need some time so that we don’t ruin it” you smile, “I’d never want to ruin what we have. You understand that right?”

He nods, sniffling.

“There’s nothing to forgive. There’s just things to learn. We can do that” you caress his cheeks, cleaning the falling tears, “We’ll find our way back to each other, I know that. Do you?”

“I know it” he sentences, “Just… just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I won’t”

You both stay there, just gazing at each other. Finding comfort in the feeling of the other once again before you both have to let go.

There was happiness in your history together. And there would be happiness in your history separated. But, most importantly, there’d be happiness when you come back together once again.

You both knew it. And a year later you both experienced it. All it took was a little bit of patience.

But there was indeed happiness.

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You’re The One I Call For Security

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x OC

Summary: Both being born was a world altering event. Meant to be each other’s lifetime support, though neither of them could seem to truly understand the other.

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December 7, 1989, was a historically important date for the Jujutsu World. A life changing one, one that altered the world and forced it to evolve. It was the day two of the most powerful clan heirs were born.

The Gojo Clan birthed Gojo Satoru, the first person in approximately four hundred years to inherit both the Limitless inherited technique and the Six Eyes. A technique known to manipulate space and the eyes with extraordinary perception capable of seeing curse energy. Snow white hair and dazzling blue eyes that shined brighter than any diamond.

The Yukimura Clan birthed Yukimura Ara, the first person in approximately four hundred years to inherit both the Era inherited technique and the Third Eye. A technique known as to manipulate time and the eyes capable of seeing what is to come in the future. Night dark hair and glimmering red eyes that shamed any ruby.

Their births were enough to induce as much terror as excitement. Space and time users, both techniques which are known to create reality, to be born for the first time in such a long time together once again, it was a mind blowing moment. Both clans were held in high regards, recognized for their superiority after birthing the strongest sorcerers of their time. A festival was done to celebrate by all the clans and alive sorcerers.

What did it matter if stronger curses appeared when the sorcerers able to end them would soon be able to face them? What were a few years of enduring undefeatable curses when they would soon have their own perfect soldiers to eradicate them?

The birth of Gojo Satoru and Yukimura Ara was hope. They were hope and both were raised knowing so. Spoiled rotten (at least in Satoru’s case) and held above everybody else. Untouchable.

Neither was allowed to go anywhere alone. Neither was allowed to befriend other kids their age.

Their lives were all about training, learning. About becoming stronger.

Why would they be allowed to mix with children below them? Why would they be allowed to bother with childish behaviors when they had to be above it?

They were destined for grandness, and were never allowed to forget it.

Their paths crossed for the first time when they were both seven years old. The Gojo and Yukimura clans had a meeting regarding their heirs, planning to make them meet for the first time that year. That way they could strengthen their alliance.

The kids were meant to be together, as their cursed techniques attracted one another. Nothing could go wrong with the clans plans.

Gojo Satoru proved them wrong.

“A pleasure to meet you” the tiny dark haired girl bowed her head respectfully, a tiny smile adorning her pale features, “I’m Yukimura Ara”

The white haired boy scoffed. He had heard about her, more than he’d like, and all he saw her as was competition. He didn’t need anyone beside him as he became the strongest, he was more than enough of his own.

“Gojo Satoru”

Ara smiled brightly. Finally after so much isolation she could meet the one person her clan would be okay with her befriending. She would finally be able to go out of the four walls that caged her.

All thanks to him.

The maids taking care of them were a few steps behind, hoping to give them enough space to talk freely. To bond.

Looking once at her bright smile, Gojo turned around swiftly and kept walking. Ara frowned with confusion but smiled nevertheless, following him with a little skip in her steps.

“You have really pretty eyes” she adds, “Have they started hurting?”

Satoru stopped abruptly, “How do you know they hurt?”

“I saw it” she shrugs, “It wasn’t voluntarily though, I can’t really control them yet”

“By them you mean your visions?” Satoru questions, “I think I heard my parents talking about it once”

The dark haired girl nods slowly, a faint grimace on her face.

“It’s not as fun as it sounds. Most of the time it leaves me with an awful headache”

Satoru nods once, “Happens to me too”

Like turning on a switch, Ara’s smile brightens and her hands hold abruptly onto Satoru’s arm.

“Wh—HEY!”

“YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND FROM NOW ON”

“HUH?!” He screeched, trying to get her off his arm, “How—Why does that make me your best friend?!”

Smiling innocently while tightening her grip on his arm, she looks up at him, “It’s a secret”

Satoru frowns, not understanding the girl clinging to him as if her life depended on him. Scoffing he decides to ignore it for now, after all their meeting was probably a one time thing.

Except it wasn’t.

Faster than Satoru could blink his training sessions were aligned with her own, forcing him to spend time with her before and after them. The only time he could escape her presence was when he was being taught about his own clan, as she had to be taught about her own individually too.

Oh, how he longed those boring history classes.

The first birthday they celebrated after becoming friends had Satoru fuming. His birthdays has always been a big celebration of his life, people coming for everywhere to tell him how much him being alive meant, all looking at him as if he was a god amongst them all.

But now, oh, now they weren’t looking at him.

They were looking at her.

And it was because his dear old parents had heard from her own how she had never once celebrated her birthday, all because the Yukimura clan felt it was an unnecessary festivity.

It wasn’t surprising, not at all. The Yukimura clan was known for being extremely secretive. Never once to leave their residence or associate with other clans, the only ones allowed to were the representatives and the head of the clan. They were known for their ruthless trainings and their lack of empathy.

A birthday party? Please. They barely even attended the festivities held by the other clans.

So, of course, his parents had suggested joining their birthdays. And, of course, having the opportunity to finally be able to look at the other sorcerer that change the course of the universe meant the attention was solely on her. None on him.

He was pouting. He had the right to, it was his birthday but everybody was whispering about the one they called his equal.

Ara, on the other hand, hadn’t stopped smiling. Bright red eyes shining under the lights as she looked at her surroundings, as she delighted herself by the atmosphere.

He hated every second of it.

She loved every second of it.

Worst of all? It seemed she didn’t actually focus on any of the attention she was receiving, she was more focused on looking at him and seeing his reactions.

She even had the audacity to come to him when the time to congratulate them ended and the time to socialize started. Clinging to his arm with excitement. It was annoying.

“Satoru!”

“Gojo” he corrected her under his breath.

She smiled nevertheless.

“You received so many gifts! Are you excited to open them?” Her eyes shone as they stared at him, “I am! I had never received gifts!”

“It’s a birthday party” he scoffs, “Did you not expect to receive anything?”

The question was rhetorical, but she just didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“I’ve never been to a birthday party before. Don’t know the protocol” she shrugs, “Still. It’s kinda nice of them to give us gifts”

He frowns, looking at her with a little curiosity shining in his eyes. He heard his parents when they told him she had never celebrated her birthday, but he didn’t think she didn’t even know what they were.

Not that it mattered to him anyway. Not when she had stolen his birthday.

“It’s nice that we share a birthday, don’t you think?” He didn’t. “I hope we can keep celebrating them together” He’d rather not.

He didn’t voice his thoughts. Instead he tried, even when he already knew it was futile, to get her grip off of him.

Was this what his life was meant to be from now on? With her always clinging to his side?

He couldn’t imagine anything worst.

By the time they turned twelve, Gojo had already admitted defeat. The only time he promised himself he ever would.

There was just no getting rid of her.

Indifference? Ara just brushed it off. Rudeness? She just smiled at him. Bluntness? She laughed it off. It didn’t matter what he did, so he resigned himself. Ara had clung to his arm as soon as they both met and she wasn’t letting go.

It was comforting, something he’d only admit to himself. To have someone so devoted to him that could stay beside him.

It had been engraved to him as a child that as the strongest he was fated to be alone. No one to stand beside him, no one to fight with him. But she could. She had the power to. She was fated to be alone too.

So, with that thought he allowed himself to admit defeat.

Even when he’d much rather it be anyone else but her beside him. Cause as annoying as she could be, at least he wasn’t alone.

“Hey”

His thoughts are interrupted by the annoying dark haired preadolescent clinging to his side.

“What?”

“How do you think it’ll be?” She whispers, “Tokyo’s Jujutsu High, I mean”

He freezes.

Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, one of the two only jujutsu educational institutions in Japan dedicated to fostering the next generation of jujutsu sorcerers.

The school both the head of their clans had decided they were to attend. Together.

There really was no getting rid of her.

“I don’t know”

“Do you think we’ll meet strong people there?”

He shrugs, “Maybe”

“Stronger than us?”

Oh.

Now he understood why the question.

And, sadly, he couldn’t give her the answer she was expecting. And he knew that she already knew that.

And yet, she still asked.

She had hoped, he guessed after seeing how her red eyes shone as she stared at him.

She was a fool.

“Never stronger than us”

For the first time in the five years they had known each other, Satoru saw the light in her eyes dimmer. It was just slightly. A small change, but one he recognized as soon as it happened.

He didn’t like it.

He didn’t care enough to try to bring it back either.

So, Satoru turned his gaze back towards the cherry blossoms on the tree they sat against. Ignoring the uncomfortable reminder of the change he had caused. It wasn’t his fault, he just answered her question. It was not his fault the answer wasn’t to her liking.

Although, selfishly, he had hoped too that the answer could’ve been different.

“I think…” she started after a few minutes of silence, “I think we’ll meet someone as strong as us. Not stronger, but strong enough to stay beside us”

His eyes widened slightly, his heart clenching against his ribs as a warmth enveloped it. What was he feeling? Why did… why did he want to believe her?

“And if we don’t, at least we’ll still have each other” she turns her face to his, smiling slightly, “We’ll always have each other”

He wanted to find the thought annoying, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to be alone, he had been alone for far too long. The promise of being by his side, a promise she could actually keep unlike any other, wasn’t one he hated.

He could take on the weight of being the strongest, but he was glad it wasn’t just his to carry.

Although he’d never voice it. Much less to her.

“SATORU!”

He sighed, but stopped nevertheless.

And arm encircled his own and a body warmed his side. Something that by now he was very much used to.

“When did you get here?” She asked, grinning, “Have you seen your dorm room? Have you unpacked already? Do you need help?”

“About an hour ago. Yes. No. And no”

“You should unpack soon. The faster you do it, the more comfortable you’ll be” her smile brightens, “I met the other girl in first year with us, her name is Ieri Shoko. She’s really nice! She’s from Nakano, and she promised she’d show us around when we get to go out”

“How’s her curse technique?”

“Huh?” She frowns, confused, “No idea. Didn’t really ask her that. I did ask her about the best bakeries around though!”

He sighed. Of course Ara wouldn’t ask the most important question. Of course she wouldn’t care about how strong their classmates were.

He envied that about her. He wished that he could care less too.

“Have you met our other classmate?”

He shakes his head.

“Huh… I heard he’s a boy. Oh! We should go meet him right now!” She tugs on his arm, “Do you think he already got here? Let’s go see!”

“Ara” he sighs again, “Stop”

She stops tugging on his arm, frowns a little, and then smiles once again.

“Is the great Gojo Satoru scared?”

“HUH?!”

“I’m right, am I not?” She giggles, “Never would’ve thought”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then what’s the problem?”

What was the problem?

He groans.

She was right, he was scared. These last few years she had made him believe they would find a place to belong in these halls. She had made him believe there could be someone strong enough to fight beside them. But…

What if she was wrong?

What if said person didn’t exist? What if they had to live the next few years by themselves as they had always been?

What if they really only had each other?

“You know…” she starts, softly, “even if they turn out to be weaker than we hope, they can still evolve. They can still learn”

He swears he just forgot how to breathe.

“And until the day they catch up arrives, we can protect them” she tilts her head, gaze full of warmth as she gazes at him, “We don’t have to be alone anymore”

She’s annoying, he thinks. And yet, he allows her to pull him again so he can go meet their classmates.

She’s annoying but, somehow, he doesn’t find it in himself to be annoyed.

She’s annoying but he is thankful she pushed him to meet Geto Suguru, whose curse energy gives Satoru relief. He was strong, just like him. He wasn’t alone.

With a side eye, Satoru looks at her and finds himself changing his old thought. He hadn’t ever been alone, not really, right? She’d always been there, even when he didn’t want her to. Even when he had tried everything to get rid of her. So now it was that he wasn’t alone, it was that neither of you actually were.

He would allow himself that relieving thought.

Until…

She is talking to the other girl, Shoko he assumes. And Ara looks happy, annoyingly so. How could she smile that bright to somebody that wasn’t him? How could she be giving that much attention to another?

Why did he even care?

He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to ignore the clenching feeling in his chest. It was annoying and so was she. He should be thankful there was someone else for her to bother.

So, why wasn’t he?

“Oh, is she your sister?”

“HUH?!”

Geto laughs softly, “Sorry, I just saw how she clung to your arm before and how annoyed you looked, yet you still let her. That’s how I imagine brothers to look at their sisters”

“She’s not my sister” Satoru groans, “We look nothing alike!”

“True” Geto shrugs, “but not all family is decided by blood”

Geto smiles once more before joining Ara and Shoko, leaving Gojo frozen in his spot.

Not all family is decided by blood.

Huh. Was that what you were to him? Family? The thought strangely didn’t repulse him. You had been by his side the longest after all, annoyingly so. But the one of you being his sister? That made him want to gouge his eyes out, for some reason.

And the smile you were giving Geto was not one he could tolerate.

That’s why he found himself walking until he got between both of you, glaring as you smiled sweetly and brightly towards him. He didn’t like how upset he felt after knowing you had just smiled that way towards your other classmates. He didn’t understand nor like that he got upset, but he was Gojo Satoru and he didn’t have to explain his reasons.

“You haven’t talked to me since yesterday” Ara pouted, “Why are you upset with me?”

Gojo ignores the question, focusing on his Digimon manga, making her frown.

“Satoru!” She grabbed the manga from his hands, “Stop ignoring me!”

“HEY! Give it back”

“Not until you answer me!”

Gojo’s frown deepens and a pout settles on his face, but this time Ara doesn’t let it faze her. He has been ignoring her for a whole 24 hours, and that had never really happened before. Sure, he had sometimes never answered when she talked herself out, but he had never avoided her.

Not for long at least. Or successfully.

“I’m not ignoring you”

“Yeah, right” she scoffs, “and my hair is blonde”

“Could be”

Ara stares at him blankly at that and Gojo bites back a grimace. He just really didn’t want to admit why he had avoided her for so long.

He didn’t want to admit that seeing the closeness ahead had with Suguru after their mission together bothered him. Much less how they seemed to now have inner jokes he didn’t, and couldn’t, understand.

He hated that it had bothered him.

“Just tell me what’s wrong” she whispers, giving him the manga after a defeated sigh.

“I’m not upset”

“Stop lying” she snaps, “I know you—”

“You know me?!” He laughs, “You know nothing about me!”

“Satoru—”

“It’s the truth! What do you know about me?! All you’ve done our whole lives is cling to my arm like a damn pest!” He shouts, standing up to tower over her, “I finally get to free myself from you! At least for a while! There isn’t anything behind it, there doesn’t have to be! I’m just finally enjoying some peace and quiet as I’ve always wanted and you’ve never allowed me to enjoy!”

“I—”

“I finally get to get rid off you, there doesn’t have to be a reason for me to do so! Not when I’ve always wanted to do so!”

Ara’s face falls for a second before becoming numb. The light in her eyes dimming, until is cease to exist.

Oh, he went too far. His chest starts to clench, his whole body becoming cold. Why was he feeling like this? Wasn’t this what he had always wanted? To see her look at him as if he was nothing to her? To not ever see that bright eyes and shining smile towards his cold gaze ever again?

Why was it hurting him then now that it happened?

And then she smiles. Slightly. Faintly.

“I’m sorry I’ve made you feel so upset you felt the need to snap” she apologizes softly, before bravely looking at him, “But I’m not sorry for staying by your side! Enjoy your peace and quiet because tomorrow it’ll be gone, I’ll cling to you one again! And you’ll deal with it!”

“Wha—”

She crosses her arms, defiantly, “I know you. Better than you believe. And you know that. So if you feel upset and you wanna take it out on me, bring it on! I can take it! But don’t you dare think that means I’m leaving! I’m staying!”

The pain in his chest alleviates, yet his breath is taken away.

Ara stares at him defiantly once more, before turning around and leaving his room. Not before reminding him she’ll be back tomorrow.

And then Satoru lets himself fall back on his bed.

What the hell was that?

He had screamed at her. Insulted her even, to her face, even worse. And she brushed it off. She saw right through his self-destructive mechanism, the one he had built as a child when he discovered he was meant to be alone in this world before he had met or heard of her.

What the hell was that?

He didn’t understand her. Not at all.

Worst of all, why did he feel so glad? Why had it scared him so much when he tried to push her away, as he had done to many before? Why did he feel such relief when she refused to leave him?

He must be going mad. That must be it.

But when she came to his door the next day so they could walk to class together, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling with relief when she wasn’t looking. Nor the swell in his chest as she clung to his arm.

He must definitely be mad.

It was supposed to be easy. Suguru, Satoru and Ara were the strongest. It was supposed to be easy babysitting duty for the three of them. They even had had the time to enjoy the beauty in Okinawa before heading back to the safety of their school.

How had it come to this?

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!”

Toji Fushiguro smirks as he sees the bleeding dark haired beauty stand with defiance in front of Gojo Satoru’s corpse.

He found it amusing. He was sure he had killed her, yet she stood. All for the boy he had already defeated. It was a waste of time, but considering he respected fighters like her he decided to amuse her.

Even with her time manipulation technique, Ara wasn’t fast enough. Maybe if she had listened to her clan, as ruthless as they had been, she would’ve been able. Maybe she could’ve been stronger. Yet she refused to fall. She couldn’t, not when she could feel Satoru slipping away. Not when her heart was screaming in agony.

So even if every part of her body hurt, and every piece of her skin bled, she remained standing. She had to give Suguru and Amanai time. She had to help Satoru.

It wasn’t a choice. She just had to.

And then the weapon pierces through her heart, and she felt her own time slipping.

Oh, how ironic. The one whose technique controls time had run out of it. It was truly a funny cruel joke from the fates.

“You have guts, kiddo” Toji praises, “You even made me bleed. Kinda sad for it to end here, but time is money”

A cough leaves her body, blood splattering out as if she was drowning on it. It felt like it honestly. Her breathing was getting harder by the second, her chest was being clench painfully as neither heart nor lungs got enough space to function properly.

“S… Sa… ‘Toru” she croaks, softly, blood being spit out, “…’Toru…”

Tears fall down her face as her eyes lose the glimmering gem color, becoming a dark bloody red instead. Her power succumbing to her wounds, as does her body.

She was running out of time.

“Finally up from your nap?”

Ruby glistening eyes, brighter than lava, open with a big intake of breath. Her body felt numb, yet tingly.

She felt so powerful.

“Feels like we’ve been reborn, right?” Satoru’s soothing raspy voice says, “Funny we discovered the peak of our powers on the brink of death”

“Hilarious” she responds, voice alluring like a siren’s call.

She raises a hand to her face, the light from the sunset creating a halo around it she can see from where she lays. It’s… beautiful.

Another hand comes into view, waiting for her to take it. And she does.

Once on her feet everything feels like a dream. The colors are brighter, the sounds can be felt, and the smell taste. Was this what becoming a god felt like?

Everything after was a blur.

Toji Fushiguru was dead. So was Amanai. They had failed.

Nothing would ever be the same after.

Gojo Satoru became the strongest. He took mission after mission, alone. Nothing and nobody could touch him. He was an unstoppable force. He had become the god.

Yukimura Ara became his ally. She never smiled again, the light from her alluring eyes extinguished. She was a weapon, blood thirsty and fearful. She had become the goddess.

Geto Suguru had been left behind, silently and unknowingly. His power closed off securely, afraid of another failure as doubts clouded his moral. He became the wild card.

And Shoko had to watch as everything she once loved fell apart. Keeping her distance. Haying herself for seeing the pain her three friend were suffering and not being able to help. She became the bystander.

The once found family of four had divided. Even when their hearts longed to be with the others, their bodies and minds kept them apart.

And then Haibara died.

“What are… what are you saying?”

She had just come back from a special grade curse mission. She had a bag full of sweets for Gojo, Shoko’s favorite cigarettes, and a new book for Suguru from his favorite author.

This wasn’t what she expected to come home to.

“Geto Suguru has killed 112 non-sorcerers while on a mission. He has been named a cursed user and sentenced to—”

“LIES!”

The bag falls from her strong grip and the windows nears her break due to the increased in her cursed technique. Yaga sighs with remorse. There was no way to soothes the pain, nor the guilt that would come.

He knew it better than them. He was his student after all.

“Where’s Satoru? Shoko?” She screams, “I need to know what the hell is going up!”

“Yukimura”

“NO!”

She doesn’t waste another second, letting her curse technique guide her to Satoru.

She should’ve seen this coming. She had the third eye, she could glimpse into the future and the past, now more than ever after Toji Fushiguru. Why hadn’t she seen this coming? Why hadn’t she stopped it?

It had to be a lie. It had to be.

But it wasn’t.

Standing behind Gojo as he and Geto face each other in front of a KFC, Shoko a few meters behind her, Ara was hit by the cruel cold true.

Geto Suguru had become a cursed user.

“DON’T DO THIS”

Geto stops in his tracks, Satoru freezes in his struggle to kill his best friend, Shoko’s indifferent mask falls.

Tears are falling down her cheeks from her ruby eyes.

None of them had ever seen her cry before.

“PLEASE… please” she chokes back a sob, “Suguru… don’t do this… don’t go…”

“You were the last person I wanted to hurt, Ara” he states, his back facing her, “I’m sorry it has to be this way”

“NO”

Satoru stops her from running after him as he disappears from view, camouflaged by the many bystanders.

She feels her chest burn with fury, with hatred. She was being left behind, he was turning her back on her. Just like all her family had. Once again she felt like she meant nothing without her curse technique, as her blood had always reminded her.

She hated Geto Suguru.

She hated him for leaving them, leaving her, all behind. He hated her for making her feel easy to abandon, easy to detach from. He hated her for making her feel alone.

She hated him cause he was the only one that truly knew the abuse she had suffered from her family. The dark room she was locked in all her childhood. The blood that drowned her, the scars on her back. The mental wounds that’d never heal.

She wouldn’t forgive him.

Geto Suguru had destroyed the only real home she had ever had.

But, most of all, she hated herself. Ara hated how useless he truly was, never able to save what truly mattered.

The night Suguru left was a cold and lonely one. The stars didn’t shine as bright and the silence felt suffocating.

At least that’s what Ara thought when she went to join Satoru in his solitude. Sitting quietly beside him, letting him mourn what they all lost while letting him know she was still here.

“I’m okay” he whispered.

Voice broken, low, and raspy. I can’t breathe, it whispered silently.

“I know” she whispered back.

Voice dull, hopeless, and soft. I’ll be your oxygen, it meant.

She saw his shoulders fall, with relief. As if her sole presence gave him peace of mind. As if her being here is what kept him alive.

“I don’t need you” Don’t go.

“You never have” I’ll never leave.

He sighs. A deep, full with grief, sigh.

“Read the room. I’m fine, just needed some air” My heart is breaking, promise you’ll stay.

“Don’t know what you mean, I’m stargazing” I’ll pick up every piece, I promise.

Satoru turns to look at her. Crystal glimmering blue eyes staring straight at her ruby shining red ones. Two bare souls being viewed by the other, a thing they’d only ever allowed from now on the other to see.

“You’re annoying” I love you.

“You have no idea” So do I. I always have.

Maybe Ara had always been what he needed. He tried to scare her away, showed her the door every time, and yet she loved him and stayed anyway. Never judged him when he was unable, loved him through all his unstableness.

He had never done anything to truly deserve her. Bu he was thankful to whatever god or deity above graced him with her.

He may be broken in pieces, maybe always had been, but she has always been his constant; his peace of mind. And with every toxic memory, she had been his rock; and he knew she’d continue to be.

This time he’ll appreciate her properly.

She deserved the world, and he’ll be the one to give it to her. That’s an oath.

For now, though, they’d stargaze together as they both mourn all they have lost. Nothing would ever be the same from now on, but whatever came they’d face it together. As they always have.

Two cursed souls meant to walk a lonely and cruel path. The world truly was cruel.

But… as they felt the presence of the other near, they could also say that it had beauty in it. Beauty worth fighting for.

Unfortunately, Gojo was right? Everybody did forget about him...there's no mention of him anywhere to the lead up of 271 and even when there was a single mention about him it wasn't about anything grand he has done or how funny of a man he was ...it was all simply as to what he has done in the fight against sukuna

So him asking yuuji to please remember him for he also has dreams and love as well is so ..

Depressing

I would never stop saying this, but he deserved better

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A dark classroom’s window with rain pouring down its glass, that’s what you’re pointing your videocamera at as you record. Ignoring the loud voices behind you as you focus on the soothing whisper of the falling drops.

“I’m soooooooo bored”, whines Gojo.

You sigh, looking through the screen at the window you’re currently recording after Yaga prohibited you all to go out because of the rain, saying how none of you had to get sick before your group mission.

Which meant all of you locked in one classroom dying of boredom.

“You know what we could do?” Shoko says, mischief in her tone, “How about we give Satoru a new look?”

The videocamera moves as you do, excitement coursing through your body as you see Gojo’s panicked expression.

You don’t hesitate to turn your camera to capture the horrified look on the white-haired sorcerer and the mischief and ecstasy on Shoko’s and Suguru’s.

“Woah! We are not giving me anything!” He exclaims, pointing his finger at his face, “THIS is perfection! You don’t mess with perfection!”

Suguro scoffs, “Oh, come on! It’s just a little trim or… oh! Are you scared? You are scared”

Shoko and you laugh quietly as Satoru looks at Geto in absolute disbelief and betrayal.

“I’m not scared! I’m not scared of anything!”

“Really?” Asks Shoko, “Then what’s all this yapping you got going on?”

“That’s not being scared! That’s just… Y/N! Tell them I don’t need a makeover!”

His hopeful eyes shining unblinkingly in your direction make you feel the slightest guilty. But not guilty enough.

Shoko grabs the camera from you with a smile that lets you know exactly what she expects you to do, making you groan internally. You truly doubted it’d work but Shoko and Suguro had been adamant on it.

Better try it out then.

The camera records you as you stare at Gojo before looking down for a second, smiling slightly with innocence.

“Oh! I…” you flutter your eyelashes innocently, “I just think you’d look great with shorter hair”

The camera records every single emotion that goes through Satoru’s face in a second. From the way his breath hitches and his eyes widen, to the red that slightly tints his neck, to the bashful look he directs to the side as he tries to appear unaffected.

It also captures the silent scoff you let out and the ‘I told you so’ look you direct at Shoko, believing her and Geto to be wrong.

But, oh boy, were they right.

“I guess…” he clears his throat, “a little trimming would look good on me. I mean anything would really”

That’s how later, Satoru found himself sat with the videocamera directed at him recording and the three of you behind him as you pondered how much to cut.

He had the most frightened look on his face every single time either of your hands got close to his hair, and even screeched when he saw one of you grab a scissor. It was taking every ounce of restraint he had to not run out the door. Why had he ever agreed to this?

“I’m so excited!” You laughed, “You’re gonna look great, Satoru!”

Oh, now he remembers why he agreed to it.

It was all your fault. You with your bright e/c eyes and glazed s/c skin. Why would you look at him with that expression? It made him forget for a second he was the strongest, that he was all-mighty and godly.

He didn’t truly understand why it made him forget. When had it become so easy to forget what everyone saw him as when you were around? Was it when you showed him your cursed technique after he promised to go easy on you during training? Or was it when you had listened to him talk about Digimon attentively, even going as far as reading the mangas too?

What exactly was what he felt anytime he had your attention? Why did his knees feel wobbly and his heart beat so loudly? Why did his senses become dull?

When had you started cutting his hair?

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!”

Long story short, for a while Gojo Satoru didn’t go out without something covering his head. He’d never let any of you cut his hair again.

Never ever.