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Video 3

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“Okay, this thing on?”

You sigh as you see yourself in the video camera, looking at all the current ingredients in front of you with doubt.

“If you don’t recognize the place, I’m currently at my school’s kitchen” you open your arms to showcase the big kitchen you’re at.

You let your arms down to grab some of the main ingredients of the dishes you have planned today, pork cutlet and vegetables.

“So, if you’re wondering what I’m up to… I’m making Satoru a bento box” your eyes move around the place as you feel yourself become flustered, “It’s not what you’re probably thinking though! It’s about my dignity!”

You sigh, “He said I couldn’t cook and that that’s why I’d never marry… and I can’t cook or care about marriage but he shouldn’t talk about any of it! So I’m gonna prove him wrong by making the best freaking bento box ever! I’ll even decorate like Digimon characters”

You grab the white rice bag holding it up proudly towards the camera.

“Let’s get started!”

You put the rice inside the rice cooker with the amount of water stated on the cook book you buy for this special occasion. While waiting for it to be done, you grabbed the pork cutlet.

You take a deep breath, preparing mentally for what you were about to try to do: Tonkatsu.

First of all, you seasoned the meat with salt and pepper before coating it with flour, egg and breadcrumbs. Then, you let it fry.

“If I’m doing this wrong please let it at least taste good” you whisper with a frown.

By the time that was done, you continued by focusing on doing a Japanese potato salad. Semi-mashed potatoes mixed with vegetables, ham, egg and mayonnaise. You had to make sure it is not too creamy, not too rich, but flavoursome. Hopefully the Kewpie mayonnaise makes sure it tastes perfect.

Or at least good enough.

You made sure to put the salad inside the Agumon moulds you bought before storing it inside the bento box.

The rice was soon done and you made sure to use the Patamom mould now. Black sesame seeds with salt sprinkled on the rice forming the shape to make it more obvious what character it was supposed to be.

“I’m not an artist but damn am I doing a good job at this”

Except maybe you were too confident.

You forgot that while you were decorating everything that you’d finish already, you had left some vegetables cooking. Meaning now the whole kitchen was full of smoke after you turned of the small fire caused.

And now you had your three classmates and teacher worrying over you.

“You could’ve died! What were you thinking?!”

“I need to check your breathing!”

“WATER! WATER! WE NEED WATER!”

“SILENCE” voiced loudly professor Yaga making the other three shut up, “What happened here, Y/L/N?”

You cough slightly, blushing in embarrassment, “I was trying to cook…”

Silence.

And then laughter.

You frown frustrated as Gojo and Geto’s laughter fills the space. It was bad enough you couldn’t even finish what you started, now you were a joke to them.

Even Shoko was stifling her laughter!

Yaga sighs, “Clean this up and let Shoko check you over… and don’t cook again”

More laughter from the boys.

You sigh and proceed to grab the burnt pan before throwing it into the sink, all while trying to mute the loud voices of both boys joking about your culinary skills.

Shoko stops you from washing the pan, doing a little check up before just to make sure there is nothing serious. You thank her silently.

“HAHAHAHA” Gojo laughs, “I KNEW YOU WERE A BAD COOK? BUT NOT TO THE POINT THAT IT’D EVEN ENDANGER YOURSELF!”

Your grip on the pan tightens.

Geto stops laughing loudly.

“HONESTLY” Gojo laughs, “YOU BETTER MAKE SURE TO MARRY RICH OR YOU’LL DIE IF YOU EVER HAVE TO COOK AGAIN”

Inhale. Exhale, you remind yourself.

Inhale. Exhale.

“THE ONE TIME YOU DECIDE TO COOK AND YOU ALMOST BURN US ALL” his grin widens, “Why would you ever decide to—?”

“SHUT UP”

Enraged, you turn off the water and go towards the unfinished bento box, grabbing it before walking towards one of your best friends.

Gojo’s eyes widen as they see your upset face, not believing he had truly bothered you with his jokes, before letting out a soft gasp once you push the bento box hard towards him.

“I was making you that, asshole”

And you leave before he can even process what you actually said. Unknowingly leaving the still recording video camera behind.

Which is how it catches the soft look on Satoru’s face as soon as he eyes the bento box in his hands, and the regret his eyes show once he realizes his mistakes.

Geto and Shoko stay silent beside him.

What a day.

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The Gojo’s Video Diaries

Series Masterlist

Pairings: Gojo Satoru x Reader

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

2005-2006 | First Year:

Video 0.1

Video 1

Video 2

Video 3

2006-2007 | Second Year:

2007-2008 | Third Year:

the sun was shining. the birds were chirping. yuji had an onigiri and some weird snacks with takada photocards (courtesy of todo’s weekly packages) right next to him.

life was good.

“mind if i join you guys?” yuji peeked an eye open from where he was leaning against the tree, breaking into a grin at the familiar voice.

gojo satoru was the strongest man on earth but yuji considers him the busiest too. he barely caught a glimpse of the white haired man nowadays and if he wants to spend time with him now, who was yuji to refuse?

nobara seemed to think otherwise though, “do you not have any friends?”

“of course i do!” gojo huffs, long legs somehow managing to manspread on grass, “but nanami is busy managing my taxes and suguru has a spa day with the twins. so i decided to check up on my favourite students.”

yuji gives him a bright smile, “we’re your favourite?!”

“of course!” he ruffles the boy’s hair before leaning back, “where’s megumi?”

“he’s getting his lunch,” yuji says, “wait, do you get food from here too or do you cook?” that’s a sight he’s never imagined.

“sensei? and cooking?” nobara bursts out in laughter before she abruptly pauses. “wait, do you though?”

“i used to until my wife banned me from the kitchen when the smoke alarm went off.”

“what were you cooking?”

“boiling water.”

the duo blinks in confusion before gojo pulls out some cover with a cheerful “let’s eat!” he uncovers it to a bento and steam wafts into their faces. when the delicious scent clears, the duo’s mouths water at the sight, looking as pretty as it probably tastes.

“aw, look! my son drew a picture,” satoru picks up the sticky note of three stick figures, showing it off with a pride that shouldn’t exist at the clear absence of artistic skills in the family.

“there’s a note too,” nobara squints at the handwriting, “for my favourite menace to society. p.s. get milk from the store or have all your white laundry turn to pink <3”

“ahh, true love.”

yuji and nobara share a side glance. should he be sounding that gleeful?

thankfully, they don’t have time to ruminate over gojo’s masochistic love life as he waves over megumi.

megumi sighs and sits down next to the trio with a defeated face when he realises that his attempt to go unnoticed from the white haired sorcerer failed. why does the most irritating person in the world have to have six eyes?

“so, megumi, have you looked at my lunch tod—”

gojo’s attempt at bragging gets cut off with a gasp when megumi opens his own bento. a smiley was drawn on with ketchup on the mouth-watering omurice, rice decorated like a panda and juicy fruits cut up into various shapes. but what took everyone by surprise was the note he lifted up.

hope you enjoy the lunch! i made enough to share with your friends. remember to take breaks and stay hydrated <3

megumi’s face has a small, pleasant smile plastered on while gojo gapes, looking at the bento like it’s a ticking time bomb. yuji rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and nobara bursts into cackles at the sight.

“seems like you’re not your wife’s favourite after all, sensei.”

𝕷𝖚𝖐𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 ⌘

Masterlist ✞

𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑆𝐻𝑂𝑇𝑆:

♪ One Step at a Time

♪ All I Want

♪ 140160 Hours

♪ I Think About You

♪ Your Biggest Fan

♪ It Kinda Makes Sense

𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆:

♪ Not A Fan [Discontinued]:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

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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Haibara Yu was sweet. He was an innocent teenage boy, barely seventeen. One that wanted more than anything to help everyone he could, to save everyone.

So, how come no one saved him?

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs and yet you couldn’t, not when you felt your throat close itself up. Not when breathing itself was proving a hard task to do.

Your baby brother was dead. Gone.

And it was all their fault.

You break free from Mei Mei’s arms, hating the way her once warm touch burned you now. She was one of them, she’d always be one of them as long as money was involved.

“Y/N/N?”

You ignore her soft call and keep walking, you wanted to get as far away from that school as you could. You couldn’t be there any longer, not after what happened.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Y/L/N” you halt, annoyance burning inside you, “How are you doing in this fine day?”

Fine day?

Without thinking, you turn in your heel faster than ever, hand outstretched as one of your grade 3 curses appeared ready to attack the blue-eyed sorcerer.

Gojo wasn’t expecting it by the widening of his eyes, but nevertheless the curse didn’t even get to breathe near him.

“HEY! What was that for?” He screams, annoyed.

“FOR BEING AN ASSHOLE!”

Gojo frowns, not truly understanding what you mean. He had just come back from a mission after all, but the sadness in your eyes stops him from asking more.

You were hurt. He wasn’t used to seeing you hurt. Not you with your witty comebacks and your usual roll of pretty E/C eyes every time he tried to stop you from training with Suguru. This was a different side of you, one he didn’t think he’d ever see.

And one that hurt him to see. No matter how much you two fought each other, he still considered you a friend.

“Hey… are you okay?”

Groaning in frustration, you turn around to leave without answering. You weren’t in the mood to have another of your childish fights with Satoru Gojo.

Not when you had just seen your brother’s pale face, his once bright eyes now lifeless. Not when you felt how cold the hand that once held yours tightly felt. What did it matter if you were a grade 1 when you couldn’t even be there to protect the one who truly mattered to you? What was the point of being strong then?

< Let’s always do the best we can, sis! >

Your knees wobble and soon meet the grass under them. When had you even come outside?

“You okay?”

Your hands are pulled from your ears, you hadn’t even noticed you had moved them to stop the noise inside your head.

“Geto?”

“I’m sorry about your brother” he softly states, “I really am”

You sigh and stay quiet. You don’t really know what to say to that. You appreciate he’s sincerity, yet can’t find it in yourself to care much about it. Not when the person you loved the most is gone.

“We should train together” he continues making you frown, “you look like you need to let go of some steam”

Your frown slowly disappears as you find truth in his words, there is nothing you want more now than beating the crap out of something or someone.

So, you stand up and allow him to guide you.

The first time of many in which you would follow him. And that was proven in September of 2009 when you were both assigned to a mission to exorcise a curse spirit thought to be the deaths and disappearances in a small village.

Yet as soon as you both arrived, you were guided to a secluded room. A secluded room that had a prison where two little girls, beaten up, were locked.

Your hands start shaking as you hear the explanation of the ignorant lot.

Suguru’s hand grabs your own, stopping it from shaking. One look, that’s all you needed to accept whatever fate laid in your future. His eyes were a dead giveaway of what he was about to do, and you’d follow him.

You had never stopped following him since Haibara’s death, and you wouldn’t stop now.

“Hey, you guys” Suguru calls out to them, “Come outside with me for a second”

He lets go of your hand and you let him.

As soon as the door closed behind him and the screams start, you destroy the lock on the door and grab the girls’ hands in yours.

Giving them the sweetest smile you could muster with the anger burning through you, you try to transmit your warmth to them. You wanted them to know they were safe.

“You don’t have to worry anymore, okay girls? It’s gonna be over soon” you smile “Everything will be better from now on, just trust him”

“Him?” One of them, the brunette, ask softly.

“His name is Geto Suguru” you explain, “he’ll keep you safe, we both will. He’s someone worth having faith in”

Unlike everybody else in the Jujutsu society, you think. Unlike Satoru Gojo.

You had never truly hated the white haired guy, not really. He was childish and annoying, yes, but he was also someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders. So you never hated him. You even thought you were kind of friends in a rivalry-kind-of-way.

But then your brother died. And Gojo didn’t care.

So he was no longer someone you relied on to have your back when needed. He was just another puppet controlled by the elders, nothing else.

“You promise?” The blonde one weakly asks.

“I swear” you answer, “You two are not stuck with me forever”

“Like best friends?” The brunette asks; hope shining in her eyes.

“I’d need your names first”

“I’m Hasaba Nanako” the blonde answer, “This is my sister, Mimiko”

“Nice to meet you, girls. I’m Y/L/N Y/N…”

Your voice falters as you hear the door behind you open, the familiar curse energy warming your heart.

Geto’s hand rests on your shoulders. You side eye him, rolling your eyes as you see the blood smeared on his white shirt.

“And I’m Geto Suguru” he smiles, eyes crinkling, “What you girls think about getting out of here and leaving these monkeys behind?”

Even though his sight is set on the girls, the tightening of his hand on your shoulder lets you know he is asking you too.

He is letting you know you can turn around. He is giving you a choice to leave him behind and go back.

“If the girls are down, then I’m too” you wink at the girls, “We’re best friends after all”

The girls giggle happily and soon you’re both carrying one of them, not looking back as you decide to leave the world you’d always known behind.

Leaving the world you’d always known as a sorcerer behind. The world your brother never stopped fighting for. The world that killed him.

And, geez, was it worth it as you stared at the family you were now building.