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Can I request a Stronger reader x Gojo where the reader is really mean to Gojo but nice to almost everyone else? Maybe enemies to lovers-like, where they had to stay in the same room for a day and when they woke up they would see lying on top of each other? I'm sorry if I couldn't explain well :')

Hi 🍓 anon! Welcome! Sorry that it took me so long to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Worst That Could Happen (Gojo x Stronger Reader)

Word Count: 2.38k

CW: light swearing, slight oppression and angst if you squint, fluff, reader has at least shoulder length hair, crack ending

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All your life you had hated Gojo Satoru. After all, how could you not? He was the reason you were forced to hide your abilities and strength. The reason you couldn’t claim your rightful title as the strongest. All so that a certain spoiled brat could continue to believe that “through heaven and earth, he alone was the honored one.”

What a load of bullshit.

When your cursed technique had manifested, you had been so excited, proudly showing it off to your parents. And at first, they had been just as happy as you were, showering you with praise and affection. 

But as time went on it became more and more evident just how powerful you were. 

By the young age of six, your mere presence was enough to bring special first grade curses to their knees. Cursed energy exuded off of you the instant you stopped suppressing it. You had as much control over your techniques as any special grade sorcerer.

However there was one little problem. Your parents worked for the Gojo family. And if the Gojo’s caught wind of your powers, they were sure to try and kill you now while they still could. Because they couldn’t afford to allow a low-status nobody like you to undermine the power of their Six-Eyes.

In response, your parents protected you in the only way they knew how. They forbade you from using your cursed technique and becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. You knew they meant well, and they were just afraid, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

After all, what’s the point of being this strong, of having these abilities, if you can’t use them to help people?  

So you only pretended to agree with your parents, never giving up on your dream of becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. But the need for secrecy and the resentment from having to hide your strength led to a major development.

By the time you had grown into your full powers and convinced your parents to allow you to pursue your dreams, you had decided something.

You hated Gojo Satoru.

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Stepping into Jujutsu Tech, you took a deep breath. While you were thrilled to have gotten this position as a teacher, you were less than thrilled about your coworker.

Gojo Satoru.

While you hadn’t liked him even before you met, he was somehow even worse than you had expected.

Loud, conceited, selfish, stupid, annoying.

All of these words and more came to mind when his name was mentioned in your presence.

Of course, you had felt for him after Suguru left. His turning had been hard on everyone, but you all knew that Gojo had been impacted the worst. But you couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to him. Because if you did, it would mean admitting that you possibly don’t completely hate him.

That’s right. You hate him. He’s the reason why to this day, no one knows your true power. Other than your parents and Shoko that is. And Shoko only knew because the two of you went out drinking and you had gotten so drunk you began ranting about Gojo to your best friend, which eventually led to you telling her your secret.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t even notice that your feet had carried you all the way to your old classroom before you stood in front of the familiar sliding door.

Voices and laughter floated out to you as you steeled yourself, preparing to enter. With one last deep breath and a step forward you opened the door.

The room went quiet, and you found yourself facing your three new students. There was a girl, a boy, and a…panda?

Oh, you realized. It must be the ‘child’ Yaga had mentioned creating.

“Hello.”

You greeted them, introducing yourself.

“I’m your new teacher who is going to be helping out around here. It’s nice to meet you all. Could you introduce yourselves for me?”

“Hi! I’m Panda.”

The giant panda boomed, waving a massive furry paw at you.

“Maki. Just Maki.”

This came from the girl slouched in the back corner. Looking up from inspecting her weapon, she glanced at you coolly from behind her circular glasses.

“Kombu! Inumaki Toge.”

The boy wearing the oversized turtleneck waved at you.

Well, you were certainly going to have your hands full with these three. Standing, you clapped your hands.

“All right you guys! How about we head out to the fields and show me what you got?”

And so began your first day as a teacher at Jujutsu Tech.

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When Gojo heard you were going to be his new coworker, he was thrilled. After all, this meant he was going to be reunited with his high school crush!

Oh, how he missed your harsh, prickly personality. 

After all, rudeness and spite were just your way of showing affection to those you cared about!

Skipping down the halls he couldn’t wait to see your cute face again, or to engage in some well-intentioned banter. He slid to a stop in front of the classroom door and threw open the door, his mouth open to cry out your name.

Then he froze. Wait, that wasn’t right. You were sitting amongst the students, smiling and laughing. Smiling and laughing. You don’t do that! You had never even smiled at him!

Looking up at the sound of the door banging open, your eyes narrowed upon landing on him.

“Gojo.”

You said, irritation evident in your voice.

“What are you doing here?”

Ah, there was the icy cold demeanor he so knew and loved.

Sauntering over he grinned and threw his arm around your shoulders. 

“Aw, come on. Don’t be like that! This was my classroom first! And I thought I told you to call me Satoru. After all, I call you by your first name.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you.

“And I don’t recall ever giving you permission to do so.”

You scowled and shoved his arm off you.

“Do you two…know each other?”

Panda was the first student to speak, despite the obvious interest present on the faces of the other two first years.

“Yeah we were besties in high school-”

“Unfortunately-”

You spoke at the same time before whirling to face the other.

“Wait, what?!”

Immediately the two of you began arguing. 

Eavesdropping from the hallway Yaga sighed.

It appeared the two of you picked up right where you left off upon parting ways after high school…

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Months went by, but still you and Gojo couldn’t get along. You were constantly quarreling, and everyone was a little over it, especially Gojo.

He had been fine with it when you treated everyone like that, but now that he's seen and knows how gentle and caring you can be towards the first years, he doesn’t understand why you are so harsh and cold towards him.

Yaga had also been fine to let the two of you be at the start, hoping that the two of you would just somehow work it out like the grown ass adults you were, but that didn’t seem very likely now.

“Excuse me?”

Yaga politely stepped in between the two of you.

“Could you guys come with me please.”

“Of course.”

You said brushing your hair over your shoulder.

“I was just about done here anyways.”

Stomping off after Yaga, you left Gojo no choice but to follow after  you. Why did you have to be so stubborn? And where was Yaga even taking the two of you? Were you needed for a mission or something?

Stopping before an empty storage room, Yaga gestured for you to enter. Suspicious, but reluctant to argue with your boss, you complied, walking in with Gojo trailing after you.

Bam.

The door slammed shut, trapping you in total darkness for a few seconds before the light flickered on.

“Hey! Yaga! What’s the big idea?”

You yell, kicking the door in frustration.

“Sorry about this.”

Yaga’s deep voice rumbled from the other side of the door.

“But the two of you really need to work out your problems and learn to get along. So I’m not letting you out until tomorrow morning. If you can’t get along by then, or either of you has broken down the door, you’re both fired. Good luck, and for god’s sake please don’t kill each other.”

His footsteps slowly faded away as he left you and Gojo alone. There was no one to help you now.

Goddammit.

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Hours passed, and still, neither of you had spoken. 

You were seated against the door, your head tilted back and leaning against the solid wood. Meanwhile Gojo was sprawled on his back on the other side of the room staring up at the ceiling.

Finally he broke the silence.

“So, wanna talk about why you hate me so much?”

“Not really.”

You mumbled, burying your face in your knees.

“So you acknowledge that you do hate me though.”

“Not entirely…”

“You know, we’re going to have to talk at some point, right?”

You sighed, wishing you were literally anywhere but in this stuffy storage room.

“I know.”

You said simply, avoiding his gaze as he sat up and turned to face you.

“I just, I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know how to explain it to you.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you hate me for no reason…”

You groan, finally looking up.

“No…I have a reason. I guess I’ve been thinking for the last couple hours though, and I’m not entirely sure that I do hate you, or that it’s fair of me to hate you.”

Scooting closer, Gojo mimicked your pose, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting his chin on them.

“So why don’t you talk to me? I can help you try to figure it out. Plus, I already know how I feel about you, and it’s definitely not hate.”

Ignoring his little comment you considered what he just said. Should you come clean, or was it too risky?

You know what, to hell with it. You were tired of living your life in fear because you were too strong. But where to start? Taking a deep breath, you began.

“It all started when my cursed technique developed…”

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Finishing your story, you waited for his response.

There was none.

“Gojo…?”

You ask hesitantly, unsure of what he was thinking.

“I’m sorry.”

He said quietly. 

“What?”

You asked, unsure if you heard him right. Did the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, the Gojo Satoru, just apologize to you? You must be going crazy.

“I’m sorry.”

He repeated himself, this time with more conviction.

“I’m sorry that you couldn’t reveal your true power because of me. Believe me, I’m aware that my abilities bring trouble to others. And for that, I’m sorry.”

You were at a loss for words. All that time, all that time you spent hating him, for nothing? Because you couldn’t hate him now. Honestly, you had known all along that it wasn’t his fault, that you were being unfair. But hearing him apologize just made you feel guilty. But wait…

“You believe me?”

You ask incredulously.

“I was sure that you were going to ask for proof or something, or not believe me…”

“Why would I?”

He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“You forget about my Six Eyes. I’ve known that you’re stronger than me for years now.”

“I’m sorry.”

You said, hanging your head in shame.

“I’ve spent so much time hating you for no reason, you didn’t deserve that.”

“It’s fine. You know what they say. About the similarities between love and hate…”

He shot you a sly smile.

“Oh shut up!”

You cry indignantly.

“Just because I don’t hate you doesn’t mean that I don’t find you absolutely insufferable!”

“Sure, sure.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

A couple minutes later, Gojo snuck a peek at you, curious as to why you suddenly got so quiet.

Ah, you had fallen asleep. He frowned, noticing the way you shivered slightly and realized that the room was rather chilly. Looking around, he noticed a cabinet in the back of the room. 

Quietly he looked through its contents and was pleased to find a single fuzzy blanket that looked quite warm. Walking back over to you he carefully draped it over you. After ensuring that you were properly tucked in, he headed back over to his spot.

Damn, when did it get so chilly?

He eyed the extra bit of blanket that wasn’t wrapped around your body. Surely you wouldn’t mind. Ever so slowly, he crept towards you inch by inch. Gently lifting the edge of the blanket he eased himself under it until his back was pressed against the wall and you were tucked snugly into his side. 

Readjusting the blanket so it was evenly distributed over the two of you he sighed in relief. That was so much better. While he had only planned to share the blanket for a little bit, just long enough to warm up he found himself becoming drowsy. You wouldn’t mind that if he shared the blanket with you, right? He was the one that found it after all.

And besides, what’s the worst that could happen?

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Waking up, you snuggled into the firm chest of the person you were laying on. They were so warm, and they smelled nice…

Wait what?

Fully awake, you sat up and stared down in abject horror.

The wonderfully comfortable chest that you had been happily sleeping on belonged to none other than your insufferable coworker.

How did this even happen?

You were positive that he was on the other side of the room when you fell asleep, so that could only mean-

“GOJO SATORU!”

You screech, viciously whacking him with the flat of your palm.

“WAKE UP YOU PERVERT!”

And so began your real friendship with the second strongest sorcerer in the world: Gojo Satoru.

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Jujutsu Kaisen:

Fushiguro Megumi:

Selfish (#5 Pine Green)

Gojo Satoru:

Three Little Words (#2 ocean blue)

Inumaki Toge:

Hold You (#6 lilac purple)

Itadori Yuji:

Cutie (#1 blush pink)

Attractive (#4 hot pink)

Wanna Go Get Some Coffee? (#2 bubblegum pink)

Trust You (#6 rose pink + #6 bubblegum pink)

My Hero Academia:

Todoroki Shoto:

Nice to Meet You (#6 crimson red)

Bakugou Katsuki:

It Was Always You (#4 pumpkin orange)

Denki Kaminari:

HELP WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

megumi slander is so funny cause he really is a dumbass for not noticing the resemblance between him and toji

"just to be sure" is SENDING me lmfao

#2 bubblegum 👀

Wanna Go Get Some Coffee? (Yuji x Reader)

CW: slight mentions of past bullying and insecurity, fluff, yuji is a green flag, very light swearing

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The first time you met Itadori, the two of you were in middle school.

Back then, you had a giant crush on him.

You were quiet, and a little nerdy, so the majority of your peers often ignored you, or made fun of you.

But Itadori Yuji, handsome, popular, good at all sports Itadori Yuji was never anything but sweet to you.

It didn't really make sense to you at first. Why did he always say hi to you in the halls? Why did he help you carry your stuff, even though you insisted you were fine and there were hordes of other girls that would kill for him to carry their stuff? Why did he go out of his way to include you in conversations?

Why was he so nice to you? You doubted it was for your looks. You wouldn't go as far as to say that you were ugly, but back in middle school you hadn't fully grown into your features, which led to some unkind comments from your classmates.

Either way, this was a long time ago.

Years passed, and you grew into your features, accepted that you were a little weird in a good way, embraced your oddities, and became more confident.

With your newfound confidence, came new friends, and soon you had a group of friends who shared your interests and cared deeply about you.

You had also gone on a few dates, but none of them had measured up to your middle school love, as childish as that sounded.

And now, on your eighteenth birthday, you wondered how he was doing as you followed the red thread that had appeared around your wrist that morning.

Hopefully your soulmate would be as sweet, caring, and good-looking as Itadori was...

Suddenly the thread around your wrist went wild, waving around and thrashing.

Oh crap, your soulmate was getting close.

Hurriedly you fixed your hair and adjusted your clothes before walking a little faster, eager to meet your soulmate.

Rounding a corner, you collided with someone sprinting in the other direction.

The two of you smacked foreheads, and you staggered back with a little groan, clutching your face.

From your peripheral you could see the ribbon was pulled taut, the other end wrapped around the wrist of the person you ran into. Well okay. This was not how you were expecting to meet your soulmate.

"FOUND YOU! Oh crap, wait are you okay? Shoot. Let me see."

Gentle hands grabbed your wrist, and pulled your hand away from your face. Looking up, you made eye contact with your soulmate for the first time.

"Name??"

"Itadori?!"

The two of you blurted at the same time, shocked.

You let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god, I was really hoping he would be like you, but for you to be my soulmate, that's even better than I hoped-"

Mortified you slapped your hands across your mouth.

What were you saying?! You practically just confessed to him seconds after meeting him again. You had to get it together.

"Um-well, what I meant was-"

"You were hoping your soulmate would be like me?"

Itadori's face was practically glowing he was beaming so hard.

"Um-I"

You stammered, unsure how to answer.

"I was really hoping you would be my soulmate too!"

He said a little shyly, his blinding grin still present.

"I mean, well, after I didn't learn my trait on my birthday, I knew my soulmate was younger than me, so that didn't rule you out, and then I knew it was your birthday today, so when the string appeared I got a little excited. Um, that's why I was running. Sorry for bumping into you. Are you sure you're okay?"

"You-You were hoping that I would be your soulmate?"

You repeated, still a little dumbfounded.

"Y-Yeah...is that a problem?"

Worry crept into his voice.

"NO! No."

You tried again, softer the second time.

"I'm just surprised that you hoped it was me of all people. It-It actually makes me really happy that you were hoping I was your soulmate."

Looking over at him, you noticed that he was just staring at you blankly.

"Itadori? Earth to Itadori. Are you there?"

"We're gonna get married, right?"

Itadori blurted, starting.

You blushed.

"...What?"

"Sorry! I was just thinking, and I-I'm sorry!"

He panicked, bowing.

You laughed.

"I'll forgive you on one condition: you let me call you Yuji, okay?"

"O-okay."

He said, turning pink.

"Can I-Can I call you by your first name too then?"

"Sure."

You planted you hands on you hips and gave him a once over.

"Say, wanna go get some coffee?"

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Yuji is the greenest flag. I love writing for him so much.

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