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Satoru Gojo. He was the strongest jujustu sorcerer, most intricate, most diligent, and most childish. Satoru Gojo is my teacher.
“Gojo sensei!” Yuji came running towards the teacher, Nobara Kugisaki hot on his trail
“Hide me sensei!” Yuji quickly hid behind Gojo while the teacher laughed
“I’m gonna kill you Itadori!!” She came running towards him quickly with anger. Megumi sighed following after the two while I chuckled at their interactions. I nudged Megumi playfully
“C’mon ‘gumi, it’s funny” he cracked a small smile. We walked back to the group and while I was amused with the interaction, I couldn’t help but be distracted by a certain white haired man. I forced my head to turn to my classmates instead before I lost myself
“Y/n please get her!!” Yuji shouted towards me. I laughed at him
“Sorry no can do, we have training soon. Gotta go buddy” I made an excuse to get out of there, leaving Yuji with Nobara. I chuckled at the thought while walking to my dorm to change for our training exercises. I hurried and changed into a pair of shorts and cropped tee before I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to see Nobara
“We’re about to start training” she looked at my outfit, “woah, love your outfit!” I thanked her and complimented her outfit. Today was a hot day so it wasn’t surprising seeing her in shorts and a tee either. We walked together to the field laughing and talking
Once we showed up we saw Yuji training with panda and Megumi training with Maki. I smiled at the way panda was throwing Yuji
“What the hell are they doing?” My voice sounding amused until we heard a voice behind us
“I could ask you the same thing” I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see Gojo. Nobara also being scared started to yell at Gojo until Maki called her over. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Gojo
“You scared me” I chuckled looking at the man wishing I could stare into his eyes and not a blindfold. He had his infamous smirk plastered on his face
“You ready for training?” He moved his face closer to mine. My cheeks tented a light pink as I started getting flustered. I moved my face to the side hoping he wouldn’t notice
“Yeah a-always” I mentally cursed myself for stuttering. His smirk grew into a cheeky smile
“Good because you’ll be training with me” I turned to him quickly with my eyes wide
“W-what?” I asked in disbelief, “but I’m nowhere near as experienced as you” I tried to reason with him. He had the cockiest smirk on his face
“That’s why I’m going to teach you” he moved in close and whispered right by my ear. My face turned red all the way to the tips of my ears. He leaned back and even though I can’t see his eyes a chill went down my spine as his eyes raked over my body
“Cute outfit sweetheart” with a last compliment he was on his merry way down to the other students. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Surely I was imagining it, I mean he is THE Satoru Gojo. He wouldn’t be flirting with a student like me when he could have anyone he wanted
“Y/n!” I was broken out of my thoughts when my name was called over by none other than the man who has me so flustered, “we’re deciding partners, come join” his smirk was teasing at this point. I nodded my head and silently walked over to the group
Yuji was paired with panda, Maki was paired with Nobara, and Megumi was paired with Toge. Of course I already knew my partner. I don’t understand why he chose me but he’s Satoru Gojo, I can’t really question him
Everyone started in hand to hand combat. I looked to Gojo with determination and slight confusion. I got in stance and my nervousness must’ve shown because he lightly chuckled
“Ok sweetheart, let’s see what you’ve got” with two fingers he motioned me forward in a ‘come higher’ movement. With a determined look I started a run towards him and tried to blow a hit onto his face but he dodged and grabbed my hand, forcing it behind my back and him right along with it. He leaned in close to me
“Got to be quicker than that” His voice seductive giving chills down my spine. With my head unfocused he sweeped my legs from under me and forced me onto my stomach. I moaned out in pain while Gojo internally enjoyed every bit of this predicament
After he let me go we went a couple more rounds that all ended with me in sultry positions. Everyone stopped training when the sun began to set, that was our cue to stop as well. I started packing everything I brought with me and my mind was going a million miles a minute with suggestive thoughts. I shook my head to clear them and began to walk back until I hear my voice called again by the same man. I turned and walked back trying not to think of every way this man could have me bent over and mushy brained
“I just wanted to tell you, you did an amazing job today!” He said energetically. I scoffed
“I didn’t land a single hit on you though” I looked around and almost everyone was gone, those who weren’t were on their way. I turned back to him and he had his head tilted, almost as if he was studying me
“If you landed a hit, it would be because I let you.” Once he stated that my cheeks grew flushed once again and I avoided looking at the man once again. I hate how stupid it is but I grew wet just from that sentence
“Anyways I wanted to give you a little reward for holding your own” he spoke back to his normal voice. I looked up at him confused which just drove him to go on
“C’mon, follow me” he spoke in a chipper voice with me following after him quietly. He led us to his classroom
“What are we doing in here Gojo sensei?” I asked confused. He smiled at me and for some reason it sent major chills down my spine
“Could you sit up here for a moment while I grab something?” He patted the desk and I slowly nodded not getting how he didn’t ask me to sit at a desk instead but following anyways. I sat on the desk patiently while he riffled through his drawers
“Sensei Gojo?” I asked out. He looked up at me with a smile that made my heart stop and my legs subtly rub together
“Call me Satoru sweetheart” I flushed a deep red. I nodded my head
“Satoru… what is my reward?” I asked with my interest piqued. He smiled brightly when he found what he was looking for and quickly grabbed it. Before I could see what it was he hid it behind his back and walked in front of me
“It’s a surprise. Close your eyes” I listened almost instantly. He hummed in satisfaction. Satoru leaned both of his arms on each side of me, caging me into him as he leaned in close. My breath was caught in my throat as I felt his presence so close. Suddenly I felt our lips connect in surprise causing my lips to part in surprise
Satoru took this as an opportunity for entrance with his tongue. I leaned into the kiss as our tongues fought for dominance, obviously he won. I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t notice his hand slip into my shorts and suddenly there was buzzing. I broke the kiss as I moaned feeling the buzzing on my clit. Gojo leaned back to watch my face with a grin
“Oh good, you like your surprise” he boasted and reveled in the way I twitched and bucked my hips. I looked to his face while moaning just wishing I could see his eyes
“Satoru” was all I could get out. My hands looked for some place to hold as I raised my hands and gripped the edge of the desk. His grin grew as did the tent of his pants. Satoru turned the vibrator frequency up and my head flew back
“Please” Was all I could say. What I was begging for? I don’t know. He pressed the vibrator impossibly closer and my legs started to shake as my eyes rolled back
“Aww are you about to cum?” He mocked me. Just as I was on the edge of my orgasm he turned the vibrator off. I whined in disappointment
“Don’t worry sweetheart, the real surprise is right here” he started to unbuckle his pants. I sat back up and looked where his hands were. I’ve been dreaming of him since I met him, I was practically drooling already. He paused his movements
“Do you want this?” He asked suddenly in a serious tone. I nodded my head frantically
“Please, want it so bad” I practically pleaded. His smile came back and he hurried to get his pants off. Once he unbuckles his pants he takes them off and throws them somewhere in the room. He quickly got rid of his shirt along with it. I couldn’t help but stare at his physique, entranced by a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods
I reached out and trailed my nails along his abdomen softly. His breath hitches at the contact of my skin and he chuckles
“Like what you see?” He teased with a smirk. I merely nodded then looked up into his blindfold
“Yes, very much”
I figured this was long enough so part 2 coming soon bby’s
Taking off your jacket, you quickly get on your knees to assist your boyfriend Satoru
“Right over here baby” he muttered under his breath, nervous but contempt with the view. You rolled your eyes, sharply stating back “I know” before running your hands over him. Lil noises escaped his mouth with just the delicate touch of your finger tips over his naked thigh. “Be gentle, please baby” he pleaded. You could already feel his bright blue eyes burning the top of your head with plead and mercy “like this is the first time Satoru” you reminded him. The way he loved how his name sounded coming from your lips. It made the situation a lil easier for him to handle
“Stop shaking your fucking leg Satoru!” “Im sorry! It hurts!” He cried, falling back unto the mattress and fake crying into a pillow “it’s just a lil cut satoru! Let me bandage it already. It’s gonna get infected!” Having no choice, you prop yourself up, locking his leg between your knees to bandage the small cut he got from scratching his leg against some thorns “gosh you big baby…What would you do without me~”
Gojo begged like his life depended on it and for some reason he thought it did
“please baby. You can’t do this to me” he even took off his blindfold so you could see the fake tears welling up in his eyes. You merely scoffed “Satoru, give it up. Your begging isn’t gonna work” but he was persistent. If he had to throw a tantrum, he would “nooo, you can’t! I beg you. One chance. Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll be good baby” his head hung low as he pleaded with his hands clasped in front of him. You could hear the fake sniffles and it was ridiculous that such a man could be crying over something so small
“Satoru it’s only 48 dollars for the rent. You’re not broke. Pay up” you held your hand out and he looked at you. Sulking, like how dare you upgrade your property so fast “you’re the worst person to play monopoly with” you didn’t feel bad as he handed you the colored bills “at least you won’t have to worry bout going broke in real life” you said, tryna make him feel a lil better but he was petty “with how much I’m spoiling you, I might have to- ow!” He covered the part of his head you just smacked “No one’s asking you to spend your money so carelessly on me Satoru! Now stop sulking and roll the dice”
Arcade- (Highschool) Satoru Gojo
WC: 1.1k (?)
TW: none! fluff :p, not proof read sorry
"Aweeeee come on [Y/N], please give me one chance?" Gojo whined while giving you his self proclaimed ‘irresistible’ puppy eyes.
You were about to start a mission with your fellow first years, Nanami Kento, and Yu Haibara when the three of you were ambushed by your upperclassman, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieiri, and of course the infamous Satoru Gojo.
"Will you get off the poor girls back already Satoru?" said Geto, trying to save your poor soul.
Chuckling you began, "You know Satoru you shouldn't be dragging your classmates around with you, I'm sure you guys could be doing something much more interesting with your time than harassing your lower-classman."
"HARASSING? What ever do you mean? I'm truly hurt by these allegations [Y/N]. Also 'Satoru'? I didn't know we were already on a first name basis [Y/N]." He says with a wink that you could barely make out.
Slightly annoyed you responded "You always call me by my given name so I thought I could do the same. Would you prefer me calling you Gojo?" To really try and pull on his heart strings you added a small pout.
After seeing your cute expression a small blush crept over his cheeks. Suddenly embarrassed he quickly responded "You can call me whatever you want! I don't mind!"
"Hmm... well we'll be on our way then Satoru~"
The way his name rolled off your tongue stunned him. He was unable to move, he felt his heart swell rapidly. "Adorable" he thought to himself.
[Later that week]
The mission had been a success! You along with your fellow first years decided to take a well deserved break. You and Haibara decided on hanging out at a local arcade, dragging Nanami with you guys...(perhaps by force.)
Arriving at the arcade you all gawked at the wide variety of games available. You and Haibara decided to have a competition on who could obtain the most tickets. Despite being annoyed Nanami decided to go along with the immature antics of his two classmates.
Walking over to the first game that caught your eye something (or someone?) grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a photo booth. Your confusion quickly dissipated when you realized it was Gojo.
"Huh, Satoru? When did you get here? Did you follow us?" You asked surprised to see him.
Frustrated Gojo put his hand to your mouth, shushing you. "Tooooo manyyy questionssss" He replied with his usual sassy attitude.
You smiled softly at his sass. For a moment Gojo thought cupid had just shot right through his heart. Just your smile was enough to get him flustered.
"You could at least answer some of my questions Satoru." You say pulling his hand away from your mouth.
PANG
An arrow of love was shot through his heart, you were just to cute to handle. Your little "please" almost pushed him over the edge. "So cute" he thought to himself with a slight blush.
"Well I finished up my mission early and wanted to come see you, so I asked the manager where you had wandered off to." (Basically whoever held Ijichi's job back then) He stated confidently.
"Ohhhh, did you miss me that much?" You smiled cheekily, leaning in close to his face.
"Ah, [Y/N] don't tease me" Gojo said clutching his heart, faking a 'pained' expression.
Laughing you quickly responded "Help me win lots of tickets, then maybe I'll consider this a date."
Gojos eyes lit up and he almost pounced out of his seat before remembering where you two were. "Let's take a picture first though, for memories?" He asked sheepishly, you nodded and grabbed some coins out of your pocket to insert.
You two posed in different positions for each picture.
[1. Peace signs]
[2. Heart hands]
[3. You kissing his cheek]
[4. Gojo covering his blushing face with his hands and you just smiling at the camera]
After many hours of hard ticket earning you and Gojo far surpassed both Nanami and Haibara. Of course Haibara kept insisting that you didn't 'win' because you clearly 'cheated.' The two of you denied these allegations.
After collecting your prizes you decided that it was time to head home and knock out.
Of course Gojo insisted on walking you to the dorms while the other two first years were still trying to decide on prizes. (He more like begged to walk you home...)
On the walk home you two shared simple conversation and a few laughs. All of a sudden Gojo jumped up, grabbed your hand, and began sprinting. "Hey wait up, what's gotten into you??" You said, barely being able to keep up with his long legs.
Quickly he fell back onto the grass and yanked you down with him pointing at the sky. The millions of stars shown through the dark night sky. You looked up, hypnotized by the beauty. Until suddenly you began laughing.
"Huh?? Why're you laughing, have you lost your mind?" Gojo asked looking at you confused.
"No, no, it's just...ah never mind." You wave your hand in a dismissive way.
"Hey! Tell me." He insisted with an adorable pout.
"The sky, well more specifically the stars, they kinda look like your eyes." You said pointing at the sky, barely holding back a laugh.
The sentence wasn't much but it caught him off guard and he quickly sat up covering his face. "[Y/N] you say the most embarrassing things." You just smiled at his blushing face.
You stood up and offered him your hand, he of course took it happily. Staring at his eyes you slowly cupped his cheek. Gojo felt his heart begin to race, all he could do was hang onto your arms and let you continue with your actions, he was completely at your mercy. You both leaned in, slowly closing your eyes.
"Just kidding!" You said pulling back with a cheeky smile, removing your hands and stepping away.
Gojo gawked at you, completely shocked by your actions. "You're so cruel [Y/N]."
"It's gonna take more than that to win my heart Satoru, are you willing to go the extra mile?" You asked him sincerely.
"Anything for you [Y/N]." Gojo smiled softly.
"Okay then, I look forward to it! Let's go back to the dorms before they lock us out." You say smiling cheekily and skipping away.
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[Little Bonus]
Rolling out of bed Gojo looked over at your sleeping figure and smiled softly. He was completely entranced by your beauty. He was so lucky to have you in his life.
Stretching he slowly stood up walking towards the bathroom. Suddenly he stopped short looking down at your desk. Pinned to the the hanging bulletin board was the photo booth photos the two of you had taken so long ago. Gojo chuckled thinking back to how you heartlessly swerved him.
"How different things are now..." He smiled warmly while looking back at your sleeping figure.
SHIRT, satoru gojo
Satoru Gojo x fem!!reader Summary: After returning from a long mission Gojo finds that one of his good shirts had gone missing from his cupboard- since only one other person had a key to his room he already knew the culprit. tw!! flirting, FLUFF, cringe dialogue? angst if you squint, Gojo might seem ooc (I'm trying I promise). notes: I am obsessed with this man.
y/n glanced up from her book when a knock sounded on her dorm room door. She wasn't expecting any visitors today so her eyebrows pulled together.
Bookmarking her page, she sits the book to the side and stands up from her bed to walk over and pull open her door. Her dark brown eyes lock onto the familiar figure of Satoru Gojo.
Her heart clenched at the sight of him. She hadn't seen the sorcerer since he left a month ago for a mission.
"Hey I just got back but I can't find my-"He suddenly pauses, an amused smile appearing on his face when he notices what she's wearing. --"Is that my shirt?"
Her eyes widened and she glanced down at the oversized black shirt she wore, acting like a deer caught in headlights. Pursing her lips, she slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze.
"Uh...no?" She lied, flashing him a non-convincing toothy grin. Satoru only tilted his head to the side, his arms folded. --"Really? so whose shirt is that?"He hums, pointing a long finger to the shirt that hung on her shoulders.
Swallowing, her lips form into a pout as she glances down at the shirt again for a millisecond. --"Mine."She squeaks out without missing a beat.
Now Satoru really did look amused. Lifting a hand to tap a finger against his chin, his blindfolded gaze made her almost shrink back. --"You wear shirts three sizes too big for you?"He muses dramatically.
y/n was certain that her face was the reddest it had ever been but she attempted to not have the nerves affect her behaviour. --"Yeah."She responds in an almost shaky voice.
Attempt failed.
Satoru only chuckles and takes a step forward, inviting himself into her room which in turn prompts y/n to take a nervous step back. His hand replaces hers on the door so he can shut it behind him.
"Alright enough of the cat and mouse game- why are you wearing my shirt?"He questions, hoping her answer would somehow stroke his already inflated ego.
y/n only frowns and glances down anxiously, folding her arms over her chest. --"You left it here last time you stayed over to watch a movie with me..."Is her quiet response.
"That doesn't explain why you're wearing it, sweetheart."He muses again, his voice slow and teasing. A frustrated sigh leaves her lips and she lifts a hand to rake through her dark hair nervously.
"Y-You were away a while..."She trails off, pausing to calm her racing heart down. --"And I missed you so..." She shrugs her shoulders pathetically, gesturing to the shirt she was wearing.
Satoru hums and strokes his chin with his index finger and thumb, pleased with her answer. He almost wanted to tease her but couldn't fight the soft smile that was appearing on his features.
"Aw-"He scoffs softly and advances towards her- his arms outstretched. --"I missed you too, sugar."He tells her in a tone that said 'I'm going to tease you about this for the rest of your life but I seriously did miss you' whilst engulfing her in a tight hug.
y/n was embarrassed but that didn't stop her from lifting her hands to grip his back tightly, worried that if she didn't squeeze hard enough he would just disappear. Satoru rested his cheek against the top of her head, arms over her shoulders and down her back.
"So...what exactly did you miss about me?"He asks in a firm teasing voice. y/n groans against his chest and shakes her head, instantly moving away from his grasp.
But Satoru wasn't going to let her go that easily- he kept a tight grip on her wrist as she shook her head, fighting the urge to crack a smile. He smirked confidently as he tugged her back towards him by her wrist.
"I hate you."She spoke- though the smile on her face was a dead giveaway that she was lying. Satoru only grinned, his hands moving from her to wrist to lace their fingers together affectionately.
"You hate me yet you missed me?"He teases, voice slow and filled with affection. Her tongue pokes against the side of her cheek, still trying desperately to hide her smile and flushed cheeks.
"You're so annoying."She mumbles with a scoffed laugh only making Satoru's smirk widen. He chuckles and lifts a hand to pinch the hem of the shirt she was wearing teasingly.
"So..."He pauses for dramatic flare. --"Is my shirt comfy?"He asks, a sudden flirting tone to his voice. y/n purses her lips and glances down to the shirt with a nod.
"I dunno...maybe you have a comfier shirt I could steal?"She hints, her tone also incredibly flirty. He chuckles and pulls her closer to him by their joined hands.
There was a certain sentiment on his features as he tugged her closer to him until their chests were practically touching, their hands fitted together between their close bodies. Lifting his other free hand, he rests it against her cheek, smiling down softly at her.
"I really did miss you."He spoke, a lopsided smile on his face. Her cheeks go red as she leans into his touch, her thumb pad stroking against the top of his hand unknowingly.
Satoru and y/n had known each other for a little over 2 years now and for as long as anyone could remember they were tiptoeing around each other in regards to 'feelings'. They were almost opposites attract in a way- she is reserved and doesn't like to speak to more than maybe 2 people a day- whilst he is open and loves hanging out with his students at any given chance.
It hadn't taken either of them long to develop feelings for one another but they never discussed those feelings. They danced around the subject and never addressed them- no matter how many times their friends would point it out.
y/n had noticed her feelings long before Satoru had. She was the girl that fell in love easy so she knew exactly what it felt like to yearn for someone. It only became more noticeable to her when Satoru would disappear for a month to go on missions and each and every time she would cuddle her pillow as though she was in mourning.
Safe to say she noticed her love for the sorcerer incredibly quickly.
Satoru on the other hand, hadn't noticed until a couple of months after y/n had. He noticed that whenever he would leave to go on a mission he would find some way to pick her up a souvenir and bring it back to her. Usually, that wasn't a dead giveaway for feelings to him but it happened frequently to the point that even if the thing he was buying her cost him all of the money he brought with him- he'd still get it for her.
They are both aware of their feelings. They just chose to ignore them out of fear and nervousness.
Satoru pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he embraces her tighter than before. y/n accepted the hug without a second though, her arms locking around his waist and squeezing.
A soft sigh leaves his lips as their bodies pressed flush together. For once in his life, he seemed to hesitate before speaking. --"y/n?"he mumbled against her head of hair.
She hums in response, her cheek pressed against his chest. Again, he hesitates for a moment. --"Why are we fighting this?"He asks her bluntly. Her eyebrows pull together, her head lifting upwards to look at him, her chin on his chest.
She didn't have to ask what he meant by that. The intimate setting and position they were in was a no-brainer to her. Swallowing, she shrugs her shoulders.
"I'm scared..."She responds. The room was quiet enough now that Satoru could hear the ragged breath she took. He frowns.
"Of what?"He murmurs to her though he already knew her answer. She still hadn't moved from his grip. --"That you'll break my heart."Is her whispered answer.
A long silence passes through them as he lifts both of his hands to cup her face. --"I would never break your heart."He mumbles, the pads of his thumbs stroking up and down her cheekbones.
She shivers under his touch, brown eyes wide with affection as she stares up at him. --"You promise?"She whispered, tilting her head to the side a little.
A soft smile appears on his face as he finally leans down, pausing for a second as their faces are an inch apart. The pupils in her eyes dilated as she stared at were his eyes would be if they weren't covered by his blindfold.
And after a nearly unnoticeable nod by her, their lips meet in a soft touch. Her brown eyes fluttered shut as his grip on her cheeks tightened a little so he could pull her face closer to his as his mouth moved almost bruisingly against hers.
The kiss was over quicker than it had begun. Satoru had been the first one to pull back, his forehead resting against hers as she purses her lips and shuts her eyes nervously.
"I promise."
A soft smile appeared on her face, her heart fluttering as she opened her eyes again to stare up at him- pupils completely dilated by this point. --"Maybe I should steal your shirts more often..."She trails off with an awkward chuckle.
A soft laugh bursts from his lips as he nods, his hands sliding to play with the hem of the shirt she had stolen from him. --"You look good in them."He tells her, a small smirk on his voice.
A soft look appears on her face as she suddenly rises onto her topes, arms going around his neck as she hugs him the tightest she'd ever hugged him before.
"Please don't ever leave for that long again..."She mumbled into his shoulder as his arms go around her waist, a soft smile on his face.
"I'll try."
notes: so, this was my first try at writing for Gojo so I'm sorry if he appears out of character- I tried really hard :((
SOBER THOUGHTS, satoru gojo
drunk!!satoru gojo x fem!!reader summary: Satoru Gojo stumbles into y/n's house at 2 in the morning shit-faced leading to some untimely late-night confessions. tw!! mild swearing, drunk gojo, steamy scenes? nothing too serious don't worry!! alcohol abuse, FLUFF (like a shit ton of it). Over 3,000 words :))) notes: I'm so fucking obsessed with this man how do I make it stop?!
y/n shakenly stood from her warm bed, pupils the size of peas as she reached into her bedside drawer to pull out a handgun she kept hidden there.
It was 2 in the morning and she had been awakened to the sound of the handle on her front door rattling. At first, she tried to ignore it- her front door is locked so she shouldn't have to worry about anyone getting into her home.
But then she heard the turn of her lock and the sound of her squeaky front door being pushed open.
She had hoped that she would never have to use the handgun she kept in her bedside drawer. She still didn't plan on using it on the intruder- she was simply going to scare them away with it.
Gritting her teeth, she crept down her stairs- gun drawn. Her mind started to wander with the fear that maybe the gun wouldn't scare the intruder off. What would she do then? She definitely doesn't have the guts to shoot anyone.
She hoped that her instinct would kick in if something like that were to ever happen. She hoped that if it came down to it she would protect herself instead of just standing there like a coward.
Stumbling could be heard from her kitchen- only adding to the pooling anxiety in her stomach. The kitchen is the worst place an intruder could go- there are weapons everywhere in kitchens.
Gulping, she edged towards the kitchen, hands shaking. She paused for a moment to try and calm her nerves before turning the corner into the kitchen. If she wanted to be threatening she couldn't look terrified at the mere fact of holding a gun.
A determined look appears in her dark gaze and she steps to the side with the gun pointed at the intruder. However, she wasn't expecting the sight of a familiar figure going through her fridge.
"Wha- Satoru?"
No longer was adrenaline pumping through her veins as she locked onto who it was that was going through her fridge. The tall man flinched in surprise at her small voice, turning his head to look at her with a handful of candyfloss grapes in his hands.
The motion sensor fridge light barely lit up the kitchen but she could still catch the many details of his face. He wasn't wearing his usual black blindfold that concealed his striking blue eyes- instead, he wore his round-shaped shades. Due to this, his white hair hung down his face messily.
Despite that he still looked as beautiful as ever to her.
But even then, with the harsh hue of the fridge light- she could assess quite quickly that he had been drinking. A goofy smile appears on his face as he swallows a grape with a notable gulp.
"y/n!!"He exclaimed, shoving the remainder of the grapes into the fridge.
She sighed, her shoulders slumping as she dropped her arm that was holding the gun. The adrenaline disappears and she is reminded of just how tired she is. It's 2 in the morning and she had been working all day with little sleep- she should be sleeping right now.
"Why did I ever give you a spare key?"She grumbled to herself as she pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation. --"I could have shot you, Satoru!!"She exclaimed- setting the gun carefully onto her kitchen work surface.
He only scoffed and swatted a hand in the air as he walked towards her. --"Oh please- we both know the bullet wouldn't even touch me."He spoke through slurred words.
As he approached closer- she crinkled her nose up, getting a large whiff of the alcohol he had so clearly been abusing earlier in the night.
" 'missed you..."He purred as he stopped in front of her, slinging his arms around her shoulders and resting his forehead against her collarbone.
"How drunk are you?"She mumbled softly, lifting a hand to rest tentatively against the back of his head. She was worried. Gojo isn't a massive drinker, he barely drinks alcohol. In fact, he only drank it when he was upset or feeling vulnerable.
He hummed comedically against her shoulder and lifted a hand up in front of her face- his fingers pinching the air. --"Only a little."He responded.
A sigh leaves her lips and she lifts her hands to rest on his shoulders- pushing him back slightly so she can look at his face properly. --"Alright come on you big idiot."She mumbled, grabbing ahold of his wrist and tugging him deeper into the kitchen.
Satoru stood swaying on his feet as he watched her search her cupboards for something in particular. His drunken gaze looked her up and down, a fond smile growing on her face.
y/n was in her pyjama's. She wore a sky-blue baggy shirt that Satoru was certain was his. (He would often come over to watch movies with her if he had no one else to bother so her wardrobe was probably actually filled with quite a few of his shirts). Along with the baggy shirt she wore a pair of banana patterned pyjama shorts. Her long dark hair was messy and poofy with volume.
He thought she looked beautiful.
"You look pretty."He spoke suddenly as she had her head in a cupboard. Her eyes widened in surprise- surprised so much that she banged her head atop the cupboard with a bang.
She cussed at herself and pulled her head out from the cupboard- rubbing a hand against the top of her head as she glanced over to the drunk standing in her kitchen.
Not sure how to respond to that, she decided to ignore it and instead grabbed ahold of a plastic cup to fill it up with water. Clearing her throat, she turned to him and held the cup out for him.
He eyed the cup blankly.
"I mean it..."He mumbled to her, his gaze switching back to look at her. She swallows as his shades slip down the bridge of his nose a little, allowing his striking blue eyes to meet her dark ones.
A beat of silence passes them as her cheeks go red. Swallowing, she clears her throat again and pushes the cup of water into his hand.
"Drink."She demands. He eyes the cup in his hand for a moment- seeming to deliberate something in his mind for a moment.
"no."He finally mumbles, setting the cup of water onto the worksurface. y/n sighs and drags a hand down her face in irritation. --"Satoru-"
He cuts her off by pressing a hand to her mouth- her words coming out muffled. Her eyes widened in outrage as she slapped his hand away from her face.
"You did not just-"She snaps. But she goes completely silent when both of Satoru's hands suddenly pressed to her cheeks- his face moving incredibly close to hers.
Her heart paused- pupils dilating as his face got close to hers. Heat rushed to her cheeks and her eyes went wind at the invasion. Another beat of silence passed them as neither of them spoke.
"W-What are you doing?"She finally murmured, voice shaky with nerves. Gojo didn't answer for a moment, his adams apple bobbing slightly.
"needed you to stop talking..."He mumbled, his alcohol-infested breath fanning her face. His voice made her stomach do flips despite the disgusting breath he was currently harbouring.
His face then suddenly got even closer to hers- their noses basically brushing. She gulped notably, chest heaving slightly with nerves. His tongue slips out to moisten his lips as his striking blue eyes drink her up from behind his round shades.
And then he said something that was almost like glass smashing to y/n. Something that made her heart stutter in her chest. Something that made butterflies sprout in her stomach. Something that immediately woke her up from her previous sleepy deliriousness.
"I love you, y/n."
She shook her head softly but he kept a firm grip on her cheeks. --"And I know you love me too..."He continued as she continued to shake her head, tears sprouting in her eyes. With embarrassment or humiliation? She wasn't sure.
"No- you're drunk, Satoru.."She whispered, voice shaky as she tried to take a step back from him only for her back to meet the edge of her kitchen counter.
Satoru took the opportunity to cage her into the counter with his arms. --"m'yeah."He grumbled in response to her words- moving his face close to hers again. --"Why d'you think I have the guts to confess?"He slurred.
Her hands rested palm first against the cold worksurface, chest heaving as she stared up at him. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stop the quivering as he leaned closer- making sure she couldn't escape from his cagey embrace.
Part of her wanted to deny his claims but she didn't. She could never lie to Satoru. --"H-How did you-?"She stuttered out. neck going red with humiliation.
"Nanami told me..."He mumbled.
Nanami. That little shit-
y/n worked with Nanami back when he was still working for an office. She met Satoru not long after meeting Nanami because at that point he was still trying to convince Nanami to continue as a jujutsu sorcerer.
At the time, Gojo took a strange liking to her and exchanged numbers with her. They grew closer and he wound up telling her about the jujutsu world. Even after Nanami left to become a jujutsu sorcerer, she kept in close contact with both him and Gojo.
In fact, she kept in such close contact with Gojo that he would bring her back souvenirs from his missions if he was going far away. She even gave him a spare key to her apartment after he started complaining that he would sometimes have to wait ages before giving her the thing he brought back for her due to her busy work life.
After she gave him the spare key he started to leave the souvenirs either on her bed or kitchen counter, sometimes even leaving little handwritten notes to let her know that they were from him. (Despite her knowing they were from him- Nanami never bought her souvenirs like Satoru did).
"Was out drinking wi'him."He mumbled drunkenly, his voice starting to trail off slightly as he lifted one of his hands to pull his shades off, setting them on the counter beside her.
"you shouldn't drink so much..."She spoke in a concerned tone. --"y-you only drink when you're upset..."She mumbled, blinking up at him with worry.
Satoru was surprised she even noticed that detail about him. He rarely drunk around y/n enough for her to even notice if he was sad or happy. He truly never noticed how observant she was.
Fueled by his drunken state, he shrugged. --"was sulking over you."He mumbled the confession. Her eyebrows pull together in confusion, forcing him to elaborate.
"love you..."He whispered again, his eyes holding a certain exhaustion. --"Didn't think you felt...same."He slurred. suddenly leaning his head down to rest against hers.
"That's why Nanami told me..." he muttered- his crystal blue eyes staring into her soul. A pang of guilt hit her.
"You were drinking because of...me?"She murmured, heart sinking slightly. He hummed, leaning down slightly so that his lips ghosted hers. She flinches slightly in surprise.
"I love you..."He whispered again, his voice sending a shiver down her spine and making her momentarily forget about his alcohol-induced breath. --"Do you love me?"He muttered, despite already knowing the answer.
He just wanted to hear her say it.
A few tense seconds pass as she feels him close in closer to her- her back pressing into the edge of the counter. There was no escaping him.
"yes..."
That singular world was all the confirmation he needed to fully close the gap between them. His lips met hers in a desperate embrace, his hands moving from the edges of the counter to slide up her arms and to her face.
The second their lips touched, she held her breath- heart pausing with fright and anxiety. Satoru had wanted to kiss her for so long and he was making sure that she knew that by how fast his lips moved desperately with hers.
Slowly, her heart started to calm as it seemed to beat in synchronisation with his. And despite wanting to screw her face up at the taste of sake on his lips- she just couldn't bring herself to break from his embrace and instead slid her hands up to his white fluffy hair.
The once sweet kiss slowly started to turn heated as she lightly tugged at his white locks. A groan leaves his mouth, hands suddenly sliding down to her thighs.
A noise of surprise leaves her lips as she feels him suddenly pick her up into his arms, their lips disconnecting momentarily. He lifts her up onto the kitchen counter, parting her legs with his hands so he could stand between them.
Her chest started to heave again- this time from a lack of breath. Not that, that stopped her when he smashed his lips back onto hers. Heat rises to her cheeks in surprise when feeling his tongue start to poke around the space between her lips.
And against her better judgment- she parted her lips, allowing the pink muscle to slip into her mouth.
Satoru rested his hands on her hips, fingers bunching up the fabric of her shorts as he grunts. The addition of his tongue plus the grip on her hips has a soft moan coming from her- so quiet that Satoru barely even caught it.
The noise eggs him on. He disconnects their lips to press open-mouthed kisses to the naval of her neck. Short gasps leaves her lips as she feels him start to suck a bruise into her skin.
The pleasure she got from that move is what ultimately made her eyes widen as she suddenly remembered how they got into this whole situation in the first place.
"n-no.."She mumbled softly as Satoru continued to press wet kisses across her neck. She swallows and drops her hands to his shoulders so she can push him back lightly.
"Satoru you're drunk..."She mumbled, a little out of breath due to the making out. She wanted this to go further, obviously, but Satoru was still very drunk. He's not sober enough to consent.
"I know.." he mumbled, attempting to go back to kissing her neck. She shook her head and pushed him back again. --"No, honey- you're not sober."She mumbled softly- lifting her hands to rest on his cheeks- holding his head in place.
A short smile appears on his face. --"You called me honey..."He trailed off. Her cheeks heat as she shook her head in amusement. Her eyes go back over to the glass of water she poured him a while ago.
"How about you drink some water and you can crash here, okay?"She offers. He eyes her for a moment before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to her lips- pulling back with a nod.
"Okay."
He took a step back, giving her the space to jump down from the counter. As he grabbed the cup of water she grabbed ahold of the handgun she had put on the counter.
She grabs his wrist and pulls him gently with her upstairs as he sips on the water. The second they are in her bedroom, she walks over to her bedside desk and hides the gun again.
Satoru watched her, a dopey smile on her face. --"Can't believe you own a gun..."He mumbled, taking another sip of his water. She shrugs and heads over to her wardrobe.
"Can't be too careful around here.."She spoke as she searched through the clothes that were hung up. Smiling softly, she spun around with a pile of clothes.
Satoru eyed the clothes and grinned. --"Y'know I sometimes only left clothes here so I'd have an excuse to come back."He confesses. He then furrows his eyebrows the second the confession leaves his lips.
She raises her eyebrows in amusement and walks towards him. --"That was very truthful of you."She spoke, snickering softly. He gets over the shock of his own words quickly and goes straight back to his cocky self.
"Yeah. Got to give you something to wear when you're missing me."He spoke, smirking. An affectionate smile appears on her face as she shakes her head and hands him the pile of clothes, taking the empty cup back from him.
"Y'know where the bathroom is."She stated, patting his shoulder. He hummed and moved past her. He suddenly paused and then spun back around to press an obnoxious kiss to her cheek.
y/n scrunched her nose up, lifting a hand to wipe at the slobbery kiss he had left on her cheek as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Now that she was alone- she took the moment to grin giddily and swat her hands in the air excitedly. Was this really happening? She lifted a hand to rest over her mouth- another hand on her hip as she grinned happily.
After a second, she calms her racing heart and walks over to fix the sheets on her bed. She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to make the bed look presentable despite knowing that the sheets were going to get messed up anyway.
As she's smoothing out the sheets- the bathroom door opens and out walks a yawning Satoru. She straightens up when she sees him, pupils dilating at the very sight of him.
His blue eyes lock onto her and he walks over to her. His rapidly approaching figure has her eyes widening in surprise as he suddenly wraps his arms around her and pulls her down onto the bed with him.
A laugh bubbles from her lips as he hugged her tightly against him- nuzzling his cheek against the top of her head. He groaned seconds late though as he feels his stomach do a flip at the sudden falling action.
"ugh, that wasn't a good idea..."He groaned to himself causing her to laugh softly and roll away from him. --"I'm going to get you some more water for in the morning, 'kay?"She told him softly as she stood to her feet.
Satoru rested his hands behind his head as he looked at her. --"You're coming back, right?"He questioned. A soft smile appears on her face as she nodded her head.
"I'll be back in a second."
She disappears from the bedroom leaving Satoru alone with his drunken thoughts. He had been alone in her bedroom before but this time it felt different. Everything was different now.
He took the opportunity to take in every detail of her bedroom like it was the first time he'd ever seen it. Her walls were coloured lilac with many photos of herself with family members littering her desks.
Her bedsheets were avocado patterned and her bed was filled with cushions and stuffed animals. Though his favourite part of her bedroom had always been the massive pin board on her desk.
The pin board was covered in tons of pictures of herself, Gojo and Nanami. Gojo had never been the jealous type but he wouldn't deny that he felt incredible knowing that she had more photos with Gojo than she did with anyone else.
"Right-"He snaps out of his thoughts as y/n walks back into the room, a tall glass of chilled water in one hand. A packet of pain killers and his shades (that he had forgotten to lift when going back upstairs) in her other hand.
"take two of these-"She waves the packet of painkillers at him with a soft smile, --"if you start to get a headache."She informs him, walking over to set the objects onto the bedside desk closest to Satoru.
Satoru smiled in response, feeling himself beginning to sober up as he took a few sips of the water she had brought him. --"I've been hungover before, sweetheart."He mumbled in amusement as she climbed into the bed beside him.
She lifts a hand to rub the back of her neck awkwardly with a short laugh. --"sorry..."She mumbled. He only shook his head and leaned back into the pillows, opening an arm for her.
This was the part she was actually least nervous about. She and Satoru had cuddled before- just never in this context. A soft sigh leaves her lips and she leans down to rest on his chest after flicking out the lamp.
They adjust their legs to pull the covers over their bodies, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as her head rested on his chest. A small chuckle leaves her lips.
"You're heart is racing, satoru..."She mumbled through the silence. --"that's because of you, darling."He spoke in a flirty tone leaving her to giggle in response and nuzzle her face against his chest.
Satoru sighs happily and leans his chin against the top of her head, silence falling over them.
"Goodnight, Satoru..."Her quiet tired voice spoke out, her arm wrapping around his torso in a tight grin. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he presses a chaste kiss to her head of hair.
"Goodnight, love."
Surprisingly, y/n fell asleep before Satoru did. His heart was racing too much for him to fall asleep. He didn't blame her for being so tired, though- he had woke her up early this morning with his drunken shenanigans.
His arm tightened around her as he smiled. He finally had her in his arms and he didn't plan to ever let her go.
thinking about…
satoru as a husband ᡣ𐭩
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lazily, he slots himself on the couch, laying across the long piece of furniture, his feet dangling off the edge. he thought about how you would get upset that he dirtied the couch, but he would brush it off by telling you he’d buy you a whole new set.
just a minute.
he swore he closed his eyes for one second, only for 45 minutes to have passed by. when he had finally opened his eyes he remained on the couch, except you had weaseled your way to move his heavy head onto your lap, running your fingers through his snow-like hair.
“hi handsome” you smile down at him. he blinks and yawns. “i thought i heard the door open and when i finally came down to investigate here you are asleep” you giggle and slightly pinch his nose.
he crinkles it slightly and sends you a small smile. “ ‘m sorry baby, i could’ve sworn i closed my eyes for one second. but there’s nothing better than to wake up and see your pretty face” he reaches for the hand that's in his hair and lays gentle kisses from your wrist to your palm. internally you frowned, he looked exhausted and your heart ached a little when he winced from adjustung his head so he could look at you better. he worked so hard to provide, he worked so hard for you.
you smile brightly and place a kiss on his forehead, “you’re so sappy” and he chuckles, bringing your hand to cup his cheek.
“why don't we get you cleaned up, yeah?” he stares into your eyes, tender and warm but fatigue laced in his icy blue orbs, your gaze lingering on each other for just a second too long. he sighs and reluctantly gets up, leaving you and your warmth to make his way to the bathroom.
the tension in his muscles melts away when he feels the pelt of hot water grace his supple skin. he sighs, his head turned down with eyes close. he feels the ache in his body fade away until it resides as a slight ebb. it made him even more sleepy. after shampooing and lathering his body in soap, he turns the shower off, and steps in front of the steamy mirror.
he notices the growing dark under eye circles and slight stubble he's been neglecting recently. he notices the slight wrinkles that are growing prominent from the frequency of his frowning lately. he grimaces, turning around to flip off the light and closes the door.
his eyes are met with dim candle lights and incense burning, you're sitting prettily on your knees with a silky pink gown. “what's all this for pretty?” he feels his heart tightening, making his way towards you, his knees touching the edge of your bed.
“i wanted to do some skin care on you, you never take care of yourself toru” you look into his azure eyes as you pout.
how did he ever end up finding you.
he brings his hand to your face, gently thumbing your cheek, “i don’t focus on such frivolous things, i have to keep my girl safe and happy. you didn’t have to do all this for me baby.”
you stand up from the bed, grabbing both of satoru’s hands and speak to him, “i want to take care of you toru, you’re so good to me i need to return the gesture, it’s what my husband deserves.” he chuckles and brings his forehead to yours, “you don’t need to do anything for me. you don’t owe me anything either, everything i do for you is purely because i want to do it. all i do for you is the bare minimum, i should be doing more in fact!”
you pout again upset at how he discredits his actions. as if making you quit your job so you can stay at home stress free and spoiling you with love and thousand dollar shopping sprees is bare minimum. not to mention all the traveling you guys do when he spontaneously mentions that he’s taking you on vacation. “you do so much more than that and you know it. all i’m asking you for is to lay in bed and relax!” you shove his shoulder.
he finally flops on the bed with his hands behind his head, waiting for you to move. he wiggles his eyebrows at you which makes your eyes roll but makes you smile nonetheless.
“i like where this is going” he whistles at you as you straddle his lap, you lightly slap his arm. “get your mind out of the gutter. nothing is happening tonight just so we’re clear” he rolls his eyes and mumbles a ‘yeah yeah’.
you place a headband to hold his hair back and softly say, “okay close your eyes.” he complies, his white eyelashes fluttering shut. you carefully place 2 cool cucumbers on his eyes and he sighs. he feels like a puddle, your soft touch and home-like scent invading his senses sending him into a plane of euphoria. next you grab a clay mask and a brush, gently painting his face with the gray liquid.
“how’s it feel lovey?” he hums and sighs, leaning further into the fluffy feather filled pillows beneath his head. “feels wonderful baby” you giggle and continue putting on the mask. “okay toru, gonna leave that on for 15 minutes kay?” he nods but then his eyebrows furrow.
“what am i supposed to do?” he had never been able to take a moment and put everything on pause before, the thought of having to lay still and do nothing made him a bit antsy. after placing the container that held the liquid mask in, you turn to him, “just relax baby, would you like some water kind sir?” he hears the clink of glassware and the swish of water grow closer and he smiles.
gojo satoru had never ever been pampered. spoiled rotten maybe, but no one had ever taken care of him the way you are now. sure he was praised in the highest degree in the clan, and sure he was fawned over by a broad sea of girls, both young and old. but no one had ever cared about him so deeply that his well being was always a priority. he was amazed by the thought of you caring about him so much that you would go out of your way to take care of him in a way no one else had ever done. all he could think of at the moment was how incredibly kind your heart is and how he was so fortunate enough to have ever stumbled upon your life. he was so grateful that you let him into your life. he was so grateful for you.
“i would love some m’lady” you bring the straw to his puckered lips and he smiles.
after doing 2 face masks, eye patches, your own night time routine and plucking his eyebrows, satoru finally snuggled up to you, his face buried in your chest with his arms wrapped around your torso.
“thank you for taking care of me baby, you’re the best wife a man could have ever asked for” you giggle as he peppers kisses on your chest. “of course, i love loving you. it's so easy, like breathing.”
“i love being your husband. i love loving you.” you can hear the tiredness in his voice grow with each word he says. a couple seconds later his soft snores could be heard throughout the silence of your home.
୨୧ Gojo Binding Vow post Sukuna Au!
ᡣ𐭩 Art + Headcanons :
Angst headcanons
Comfort Headcanons ♡
General health headcanons
No tw's
ᡣ𐭩 Angst Headcanons:
- You can find Gojo visiting Suguru Geto's grave quite often. He stays there for hours to speak or just bring flowers. Satoru also visits Yaga's and Nanami's graves at times.
- Ever since the fight with Sukuna and the loss of his cursed technique, he deals with a loss of purpose in life. Satoru has always been the strongest and never just a human being; if he's not a weapon, then what is he?
- He doesn't like surprise hugs or being touched suddenly, especially if he doesn't know who it is. It's quite triggering to him because of the lack of sight + cursed technique— he's not used to being touched in general actually...
- He feels insecure about his scars and lack of sight. The scars feel itchy sometimes.
- Because Megumi is in a comatose state, Satoru feels a deep sense of guilt; he can't help but feel responsible for that. Satoru spends time by his bed and talks to him sometimes.
-There are times when Satoru seems to dissociate, you can feel he's in deep thought and sad but when asked about it he will brush it off with a laugh
ᡣ𐭩 General Headcanons + Comfort
- He doesn't teach full time anymore.
- Satoru helps Yuji in becoming the next teacher for future generations. (Yuji definitely aspires to be the next Gojo-sensei.)
- Gojo still helps with training the new students from time to time—this man knows a lot; after all, he used to be the strongest. He is very very good at physical combat.
- Satoru kept his special grade status but doesn't go on missions anymore; he's retired (for obvious reasons).
-He got a husky puppy and walks it frequently ♡
ᡣ𐭩 On General Health Condition:
- Satoru made the binding vow as a final attempt to beat Sukuna or at least weaken him further. He did win although almost didn't make it.
- He lost full vision in his right eye because the vow cost him the famous Six Eyes.
- Sukuna's domain caused significant damage to his body, since Satoru was saving up energy, he didn't heal everything properly, leaving his body with multiple scars.
- Due to the substantial blood loss during the fight, Satoru unfortunately lost a good part of his vision in the left eye as well. He can still somewhat see , but it's mainly blurry—he is partially blind.
- Gojo's once very bright and intense blue eyes turned into a pale grayish-blue, giving them a rather clouded look.
- He definitely needs a white cane but stubbornly refuses to use it most of the time, claiming he can still sense cursed energy, so moving around isn't a problem. (Satoru is still very good at sensing it but definitely not as sensitive to CE as before.) His refusal is mainly because the cane makes him feel vulnerable, 'weak'.
- Gojo's eyes are sometimes sensitive to light, so he still wears the bandages/glasses occasionally.
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Not your chosen one
"I do." No, you really didn't. And as he spatted the same words you knew that he was lying too.
Synopsis: Two Clans, only one goal. Have a Gojo heir and keep them in power. Satoru and you couldn't be more different. You two were raised completely different. While he is reaching for freedom, you can only hope to have a good prison.
Could your marriage ever be a success?
Or: Satoru Gojo doesn't even know how attached he will grow to his wife yet.
Pairing: Gojo x reader
Contains: strangers to lovers, slow burn, arranged marriage, angst to comfort
Status: ongoing
Author's note: I really don't know when this will be finished, I can be very inconsistent with my writing, so be warned! I try to keep my writing without any grammar mistakes but please have in mind, English isn't my first language!
Not your husband
Contains: arrangement between the clans about your marriage, origin of your marriage, Gojo is a bit of an asshole, traditional trauma
Not fulfilling meals
Contains: Gojo sucks at communicating, first meeting with the higher ups, talking about pregnancy and 'heir', first step towards each other
Not my honeymoon
Contains: your honeymoon (who would have guessed?), not out yet!
More will be added...
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➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
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“Stop! Stop it, okay?! I-I don’t know why you keep wasting money on me, I’m not broke and I did fine without you before and I still can now! So, stop trying to buy my affections!”
Your words, spoken in haste, and a mixture of embarrassment, had done far more harm than you could’ve imagined.
Satoru had always been a gift-giver. As long as his eyes had been on you, he’d bought you gift after gift, despite your protests. Whether it was a meal at a restaurant far too expensive or a trinket that ‘reminded him of you’, he spared no expense.
And while it was sweet in its own way, every time you watched him trade money for a gift, you felt an uncomfortable feeling twist in your stomach.
Since you were young, you’ve always taken care of yourself. Everything you had now came from years of hard work and suffering. You’d long learned not to trust gifts from others- it was almost certainly a trap.
For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why Satoru insisted on spending so much on you, but you wanted it to stop. It felt… dishonest. Surely, he didn’t believe that an endless wallet was the only thing you cared about?
But as you watched his smile disappear and his eyes lose their glimmer, you faltered. Surely, his smile wasn’t trembling, your eyes were playing tricks, they had to be.
“O-oh, I see… I didn’t mean to insinuate that you couldn’t, I just… never mind. I’ll leave you alone,” He whispered weakly. He smiled but it didn’t fit his face in the slightest. It was watery and wobbly and just plain wrong.
Before you could evaluate your mistake, he was gone. “I’m sorry to say this, Yn, but… that was most disappointing.”
You whipped around, almost having forgotten that Nanami had also been accompanying you.
“What do you mean? Just because you don’t care if he spends all his money, doesn’t mean I don’t have to!”
The sorcerer shook his head, clicking his tongue. “That is not what I meant. You’re smart, smart enough to know that he isn’t buying your affections.”
You scoffed, arms crossed. “Well, why else?” Nanami looked away, sighing. “I understand that people have taken advantage of you, and lied, but that’s not Gojo. He cares deeply for you and this is his way of showing it. Granted, it might not be the ideal way, but it’s his way nonetheless.”
You paused, not quite knowing how to respond. “Well, it’s too late now-“
“So you would give up so easily? This might not be my place but, Yn, he doesn’t look at anyone else the way you look at him. And I can tell that you look at him the same way!”
Nanami’s impassioned outburst took you by surprise, it being uncharacteristic for the usually mild-mannered blonde. You gulped, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat.
“B-but what do I say? What if he wants nothing to do with me?”
Nanami rolled his eyes, placing his fist on his waist. “This is Gojo we’re talking about. He wants you still. Apologize to him and tell him how you feel, it’s glaringly obvious, by the way,” He added teasingly.
You buried your face in your hands, a mix of embarrassment and shame mixing in your chest. “Thanks, Kento, I’m sorry to ditch you like this,” You smile sheepishly. Nanami spared you a small smile and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be; I’ll be stopping by the bakery.”
With that reassurance, you let out a quiet laugh before making your way to where Satoru was sure to be. Even though Satoru had a perfectly good (and spacious) apartment, whenever he was upset by something, he could be found in a small abandoned park, usually looking up at the sky, whether day or night.
As you passed by a small dessert shop, the perfect way to apologize popped into your mind.
+
Just as you expected, Satoru was seated criss-cross in the grass, eyes glued to the sky. Knowing he could see you, even from behind, you held out the small bag as a peace offering.
From just a few feet away, you could hear his scoff. “Oh, so now you’re trying to ‘buy my affection’?” He grumbled petulantly.
You winced, but couldn’t deny that you had deserved it. Undeterred, however, you sat beside him and dropped the bag into his lap.
He shot you a skeptical look before opening it up and rifling through it. “Kikifuku and mochi? You must be desperate for my forgiveness,” He mocked, popping a mochi ball into his mouth.
You let the bite in his words roll over you and instead nodded. “I am, but… I understand if you don’t. I lashed out at you for no reason, but I wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean it and I’m very sorry,” You confessed.
You felt his eyes on you, and despite his sunglasses, you couldn’t bear to look into them, feeling too vulnerable. “Not forgive you? But you need me,” He grinned, a joking lilt in his voice. The corners of your lips lifted. “You’re right, I do,” You answered, catching him by surprise.
You heard rustling and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him set the bag of sweets down, his expression more serious than a moment ago.
“Earlier was just a misunderstanding, Yn, I’m not leaving you behind,” He promised, reaching out to hold your chin between his fingers, his eyes peeking over the black rims of his shades as he turned your face towards his.
“I know you have a hard time trusting others’ intentions, but I’ve never once believed you were that shallow, but I still don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Satoru smiled, letting his forehead rest against yours. “I’ll limit the gifts, but next time, don’t let your feelings build up. Let me love you the right way, yeah?”
You felt so many things that it was nearly overwhelming, but most of all you felt a love that you couldn’t contain. You could scarcely process your actions before you were cupping Satoru’s face in yours and pressing your lips to his.
Arguably not the way you envisioned this conversation going, but if the way the sorcerer held you tighter to him was anything to go by, he wasn’t complaining. His lips moved against yours in a way that nearly hypnotized you, robbing you of your ability to think or breathe.
All too quickly, he was pulling back, a bright grin spreading across his face. “So, you need me, huh?” He teased. You groaned, already regretting your honesty. “Sat-” But his lips were already on yours again before you could complain.
Maybe you didn’t regret it that much.
𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭
➪ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
no warnings
“You shouldn’t have gone on that mission by yourself.”
The corner of your lip twitched, dangerously close to a frown. Satoru had been nagging you nonstop about the three-day mission you had just returned from, and your patience was getting thin.
“I think I got that the first… I don’t know, three times you said that?” You snarked, still trying to focus on the book in your hands.
You’d been looking forward to finishing it after your mission, but Satoru had barged into your apartment, pissy and demanding that you indulge his complaints. “You’re not getting it,” He hissed, approaching you from where he was pacing a hole in your living room carpet.
“I was available to go on that mission with you!” He insisted. That one phrase sent the rest of your patience up in flames and you slammed your book shut.
“I am well aware since it was me who asked that you not go with me!” You hissed, unthinkingly. It took a long moment of silence from Satoru for you to realize exactly what you had just said.
“Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean-”
“You asked for me not to come?” He repeated lowly. You blinked back at him, your mind running rampant with possible responses, but none of them could be forced from your lips. Truthfully, the idea of going on a mission with him terrified you.
How could you compete, or even keep up, with him? Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what it mattered to be a sorcerer when Satoru existed. After all, what could you compare to the strongest there is?
Someone so powerful that the very earth shook at the beginning of his existence. What did it matter if you exorcized curses or not? Try or give up? You would never amount to even half of what he was on his worst days.
You didn’t used to be so insecure, you were strong (or you used to think so) and took care of curses that others couldn’t. It wasn’t until that fateful day that Satoru confessed and promised to always be yours that you began to have doubts.
Insecurity hovered closely behind you as he told you of his missions or how easily he’d taken care of curses that you couldn’t even begin to imagine facing off against. Worse yet were his promises to protect you, as if you were a helpless thing (but wouldn't you be, compared to the strongest?) that only he could save.
It was your painful, little secret, your feelings of incompetence. You knew it was foolish, that he would never hold the difference in power over you, but having to see it in person? You feared that it might be too much for you.
“Why?” He stressed, impatient with your tense silence. You just shook your head. “I handled it fine! I didn’t need you to babysit me,” You shot back, tired of the stinging in your chest. Your lover scoffed, as if unable to comprehend your words.
“‘Babysit’? You were gone for three days! I could have helped and had you home in one! I just missed you!” He cried incredulously. The meaning of his words was lost on you the moment he mentioned just how much quicker he would’ve succeeded.
“I don’t want to go on missions with you, Satoru,” you confessed, “I don’t think I can handle it.” The frustration seemed to melt from his features at your defeated tone.
“Handle it? Baby, handle what?” He murmured, hands reaching to hold you. When you didn’t move away, one hand made its way behind your head, and the other landed on your back holding you to him. “What use do I have… when around the strongest? Nothing I do can really matter if you can do it twice as fast and so much better,” You whispered brokenly.
“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Satoru sighed, pulling away from you. The corner of his lips raised in a small smile and his thumbs gently brushed away your tears.
“What does it matter to be the strongest if there’s no one else? Not even the ‘strongest’ can do everything by himself… I need you, and every other sorcerer who risks their life every day, so baby, don’t ever think that what you accomplish doesn’t matter.”
His words were earnest, but your insecurities were strong. Even when you buried your face in Satoru’s chest, you couldn’t hide your feelings from him, six eyes or not. He knew you.
“Do stars lose their worth because they’re not as bright as the moon or the sun?” He murmured into your ear and you laughed around a sob. “When did you get so smart?” You sniffled. Satoru pressed a heavy kiss to your cheek and you could feel his grin.
“I know right? I saw it Pinterest!” He exclaimed, far too proud of himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, feeling a little better.
“And here I thought you came up with that all on your own,” You snorted, hugging him tighter. “Let me come on a mission with you and I’ll impart all of my Pinterest knowledge onto you,” He promised, only half joking.
You lifted your head to meet his gaze and his smirk softened into a fond smile. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing. I hate being away from you, so let me go with you, yeah?”
The idea of it scared you still, but you had faced worse, and this time, the strongest was going to be beside you as you did so.
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𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭
➪ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
no warnings
“You shouldn’t have gone on that mission by yourself.”
The corner of your lip twitched, dangerously close to a frown. Satoru had been nagging you nonstop about the three-day mission you had just returned from, and your patience was getting thin.
“I think I got that the first… I don’t know, three times you said that?” You snarked, still trying to focus on the book in your hands.
You’d been looking forward to finishing it after your mission, but Satoru had barged into your apartment, pissy and demanding that you indulge his complaints. “You’re not getting it,” He hissed, approaching you from where he was pacing a hole in your living room carpet.
“I was available to go on that mission with you!” He insisted. That one phrase sent the rest of your patience up in flames and you slammed your book shut.
“I am well aware since it was me who asked that you not go with me!” You hissed, unthinkingly. It took a long moment of silence from Satoru for you to realize exactly what you had just said.
“Wait, Satoru, I didn’t mean-”
“You asked for me not to come?” He repeated lowly. You blinked back at him, your mind running rampant with possible responses, but none of them could be forced from your lips. Truthfully, the idea of going on a mission with him terrified you.
How could you compete, or even keep up, with him? Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder what it mattered to be a sorcerer when Satoru existed. After all, what could you compare to the strongest there is?
Someone so powerful that the very earth shook at the beginning of his existence. What did it matter if you exorcized curses or not? Try or give up? You would never amount to even half of what he was on his worst days.
You didn’t used to be so insecure, you were strong (or you used to think so) and took care of curses that others couldn’t. It wasn’t until that fateful day that Satoru confessed and promised to always be yours that you began to have doubts.
Insecurity hovered closely behind you as he told you of his missions or how easily he’d taken care of curses that you couldn’t even begin to imagine facing off against. Worse yet were his promises to protect you, as if you were a helpless thing (but wouldn't you be, compared to the strongest?) that only he could save.
It was your painful, little secret, your feelings of incompetence. You knew it was foolish, that he would never hold the difference in power over you, but having to see it in person? You feared that it might be too much for you.
“Why?” He stressed, impatient with your tense silence. You just shook your head. “I handled it fine! I didn’t need you to babysit me,” You shot back, tired of the stinging in your chest. Your lover scoffed, as if unable to comprehend your words.
“‘Babysit’? You were gone for three days! I could have helped and had you home in one! I just missed you!” He cried incredulously. The meaning of his words was lost on you the moment he mentioned just how much quicker he would’ve succeeded.
“I don’t want to go on missions with you, Satoru,” you confessed, “I don’t think I can handle it.” The frustration seemed to melt from his features at your defeated tone.
“Handle it? Baby, handle what?” He murmured, hands reaching to hold you. When you didn’t move away, one hand made its way behind your head, and the other landed on your back holding you to him. “What use do I have… when around the strongest? Nothing I do can really matter if you can do it twice as fast and so much better,” You whispered brokenly.
“You don’t truly believe that, do you?” Satoru sighed, pulling away from you. The corner of his lips raised in a small smile and his thumbs gently brushed away your tears.
“What does it matter to be the strongest if there’s no one else? Not even the ‘strongest’ can do everything by himself… I need you, and every other sorcerer who risks their life every day, so baby, don’t ever think that what you accomplish doesn’t matter.”
His words were earnest, but your insecurities were strong. Even when you buried your face in Satoru’s chest, you couldn’t hide your feelings from him, six eyes or not. He knew you.
“Do stars lose their worth because they’re not as bright as the moon or the sun?” He murmured into your ear and you laughed around a sob. “When did you get so smart?” You sniffled. Satoru pressed a heavy kiss to your cheek and you could feel his grin.
“I know right? I saw it Pinterest!” He exclaimed, far too proud of himself. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, feeling a little better.
“And here I thought you came up with that all on your own,” You snorted, hugging him tighter. “Let me come on a mission with you and I’ll impart all of my Pinterest knowledge onto you,” He promised, only half joking.
You lifted your head to meet his gaze and his smirk softened into a fond smile. “Whenever you’re ready, sweet thing. I hate being away from you, so let me go with you, yeah?”
The idea of it scared you still, but you had faced worse, and this time, the strongest was going to be beside you as you did so.
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𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
no warnings
“Stop! Stop it, okay?! I-I don’t know why you keep wasting money on me, I’m not broke and I did fine without you before and I still can now! So, stop trying to buy my affections!”
Your words, spoken in haste, and a mixture of embarrassment, had done far more harm than you could’ve imagined.
Satoru had always been a gift-giver. As long as his eyes had been on you, he’d bought you gift after gift, despite your protests. Whether it was a meal at a restaurant far too expensive or a trinket that ‘reminded him of you’, he spared no expense.
And while it was sweet in its own way, every time you watched him trade money for a gift, you felt an uncomfortable feeling twist in your stomach.
Since you were young, you’ve always taken care of yourself. Everything you had now came from years of hard work and suffering. You’d long learned not to trust gifts from others- it was almost certainly a trap.
For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why Satoru insisted on spending so much on you, but you wanted it to stop. It felt… dishonest. Surely, he didn’t believe that an endless wallet was the only thing you cared about?
But as you watched his smile disappear and his eyes lose their glimmer, you faltered. Surely, his smile wasn’t trembling, your eyes were playing tricks, they had to be.
“O-oh, I see… I didn’t mean to insinuate that you couldn’t, I just… never mind. I’ll leave you alone,” He whispered weakly. He smiled but it didn’t fit his face in the slightest. It was watery and wobbly and just plain wrong.
Before you could evaluate your mistake, he was gone. “I’m sorry to say this, Yn, but… that was most disappointing.”
You whipped around, almost having forgotten that Nanami had also been accompanying you.
“What do you mean? Just because you don’t care if he spends all his money, doesn’t mean I don’t have to!”
The sorcerer shook his head, clicking his tongue. “That is not what I meant. You’re smart, smart enough to know that he isn’t buying your affections.”
You scoffed, arms crossed. “Well, why else?” Nanami looked away, sighing. “I understand that people have taken advantage of you, and lied, but that’s not Gojo. He cares deeply for you and this is his way of showing it. Granted, it might not be the ideal way, but it’s his way nonetheless.”
You paused, not quite knowing how to respond. “Well, it’s too late now-“
“So you would give up so easily? This might not be my place but, Yn, he doesn’t look at anyone else the way you look at him. And I can tell that you look at him the same way!”
Nanami’s impassioned outburst took you by surprise, it being uncharacteristic for the usually mild-mannered blonde. You gulped, trying to rid yourself of the lump in your throat.
“B-but what do I say? What if he wants nothing to do with me?”
Nanami rolled his eyes, placing his fist on his waist. “This is Gojo we’re talking about. He wants you still. Apologize to him and tell him how you feel, it’s glaringly obvious, by the way,” He added teasingly.
You buried your face in your hands, a mix of embarrassment and shame mixing in your chest. “Thanks, Kento, I’m sorry to ditch you like this,” You smile sheepishly. Nanami spared you a small smile and waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t be; I’ll be stopping by the bakery.”
With that reassurance, you let out a quiet laugh before making your way to where Satoru was sure to be. Even though Satoru had a perfectly good (and spacious) apartment, whenever he was upset by something, he could be found in a small abandoned park, usually looking up at the sky, whether day or night.
As you passed by a small dessert shop, the perfect way to apologize popped into your mind.
+
Just as you expected, Satoru was seated criss-cross in the grass, eyes glued to the sky. Knowing he could see you, even from behind, you held out the small bag as a peace offering.
From just a few feet away, you could hear his scoff. “Oh, so now you’re trying to ‘buy my affection’?” He grumbled petulantly.
You winced, but couldn’t deny that you had deserved it. Undeterred, however, you sat beside him and dropped the bag into his lap.
He shot you a skeptical look before opening it up and rifling through it. “Kikifuku and mochi? You must be desperate for my forgiveness,” He mocked, popping a mochi ball into his mouth.
You let the bite in his words roll over you and instead nodded. “I am, but… I understand if you don’t. I lashed out at you for no reason, but I wanted to let you know that I didn’t mean it and I’m very sorry,” You confessed.
You felt his eyes on you, and despite his sunglasses, you couldn’t bear to look into them, feeling too vulnerable. “Not forgive you? But you need me,” He grinned, a joking lilt in his voice. The corners of your lips lifted. “You’re right, I do,” You answered, catching him by surprise.
You heard rustling and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him set the bag of sweets down, his expression more serious than a moment ago.
“Earlier was just a misunderstanding, Yn, I’m not leaving you behind,” He promised, reaching out to hold your chin between his fingers, his eyes peeking over the black rims of his shades as he turned your face towards his.
“I know you have a hard time trusting others’ intentions, but I’ve never once believed you were that shallow, but I still don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” Satoru smiled, letting his forehead rest against yours. “I’ll limit the gifts, but next time, don’t let your feelings build up. Let me love you the right way, yeah?”
You felt so many things that it was nearly overwhelming, but most of all you felt a love that you couldn’t contain. You could scarcely process your actions before you were cupping Satoru’s face in yours and pressing your lips to his.
Arguably not the way you envisioned this conversation going, but if the way the sorcerer held you tighter to him was anything to go by, he wasn’t complaining. His lips moved against yours in a way that nearly hypnotized you, robbing you of your ability to think or breathe.
All too quickly, he was pulling back, a bright grin spreading across his face. “So, you need me, huh?” He teased. You groaned, already regretting your honesty. “Sat-” But his lips were already on yours again before you could complain.
Maybe you didn’t regret it that much.
𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
brief mention of blood + injury
You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.
A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.
Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.
You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.
“…yn?”
Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.
“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.
His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.
“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.
“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.
He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.
“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.
Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.
“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.
Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.
You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.
“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.
You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.
When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.
“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.
You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.
The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm and whispered a declaration of love into your skin.
Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.
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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞
➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐟𝐭. 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨
brief mention of blood + injury
You awoke quickly, eyes snapping open and jumping to sit up, before you could even understand what was going on. You listened, blinking tiredly, trying to discern what had interrupted your sleep.
A persistent knocking echoed through the quietness of your apartment and your eyes narrowed. There was no reason for anyone to be at your door at 2am, but still you hardly hesitated before grabbing your robe and stepping into your slippers.
Narrowed eyes looked through your peephole, but you saw no one. Within a moment your cursed technique was activated and you opened your door.
You hardly had time to react before a weight was falling into you, causing you to stumble back. Violence was your first reaction, but a tuft of white hair disarmed you immediately.
“…yn?”
Satoru lay in your arms, eyes scrunched close and blood dripping from his nose. A different sort of panic ran through you and you quickly hauled him into your home.
“Satoru? Shit, are you- what’s going on?” You demanded, gently laying him down on your couch. Despite asking, you had a pretty good idea of what he was experiencing.
His skin boasted a sickly pallor and his face was scrunched in obvious pain, an expression that didn’t fit him at all. Besides his bloody nose (that didn’t look broken) he had no other injuries. External injuries, at least.
“Didn’t know where else t’ go,” he murmured weakly. You sucked in a breath of air as you tried desperately to get him on the couch without hurting him more.
“This is exactly where you should go, baby,” You refuted, laying the sorcerer on the couch, before moving him so he could lay his head on your lap.
He just hummed brokenly as your hands rested in his hair. Your hands glowed blue as you began to gauge and heal the damage to Satoru’s brain.
“Just relax, love. It’ll all be over soon, okay?” You whispered, trying to comfort your distraught lover. True to your words, your reversed technique worked quickly and you could feel his brain repairing itself.
Soon enough, his trembling ceased and his breathing evened out. Satoru blew out a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open, meeting yours.
“Almost done, baby. I have some sweets in the freezer you can have and then how about getting some rest?” You suggested, feeling like you could breathe again. It never got easier seeing him like this, and you were sure it never would.
Satoru always seemed above mortal problems, a god amongst men, but right now, he looked so fragile. Tears brimmed his eyes, drying blood coated the bottom half of his face, and he could hardly talk.
You shut your eyes for a moment, trying to regain control of your emotions. Satoru was fine now. He had come to you, and you had healed him, the same way you would whenever he needed you.
“Stay here, love, I’m going to get you cleaned up, yeah?” You carefully replaced your lap with a pillow before heading to your kitchen first. Digging in the freezer, you found a pack of kikifuku mochi, and you put two on a small plate.
You brought it back to him with a cup of water and you couldn’t miss the shake in his hands as he accepted it, but for his sake, you said nothing and instead laid a gentle kiss on his forehead.
When you came back with a damp towel, the mochi was already gone, unsurprisingly. The normalcy of it made you smile. With a feather light touch, you wiped the blood from his face and you felt him lean into the contact.
“Feeling better?” You asked, setting the towel to the side. Satoru let his eyes close as you held his face in your hands and hummed. “Thank you, for everything,” He whispered hoarsely.
You just smiled fondly before helping him to stand. As you led him to your bedroom, you felt his hand squeeze yours, a gesture of affection that you returned.
The second his head hit the pillow, you could tell how tired he was, not that you didn’t expect as much. Still fighting sleep, Satoru laid a kiss on your palm whispered a declaration of love into your skin.
Less than an hour earlier, you were overwhelmed with worry for his condition, but now all you felt was an overwhelming love. If Satoru needed peace, you would make sure he could find it in your embrace, no matter what.
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February 4 - Gojo Saturo - Kisses
Warnings: None
Reader gender not specified
Writers blockkkk 😭
Gojo Saturo was acting strangely today. Anyone could see that. Even Yuuji noticed it. Every time he went to ask Gojo sensei a question or ask for something he would magically disappear.
At first Yuuji thought maybe he was just avoiding him, so with a lot some convincing he sent Nobara to try to look for him, with no success.
After a few minutes of everyone looking found something shocking. Gojo and you, an amazing top five ranked jujutsu sorcerer, making out in the hallway against the wall.
Megumi was the first to find you two. Flustered, the spikey haired now tomato boy tried to quickly walk away, only to be pulled behind a potted plant where Yuuji was hiding watching the scene.
One by one the rest all four you and were consequently pulled behind the plant by Yuuji (I don’t think this poor sweet boy understands exactly how small this plant is compared to 5 people and a Panda)
You were pulling away from Gojo to take a breath, air is sadly necessary for humans to live, when you spotted something odd across the hallway. 5 people and panda, all squished against each other, attempting to hide behind a potted plant. Stopping Gojo from leaving, yet another, hickey on your neck you pointed out the people watching you.
“Uh, Gojo, honey, I think we have an audience” You said, pointing to the cluster of people.
Gojo let out a small sigh before calling out.
“We can see you, ya know~”
The cluster of children instantly froze all unclumping and coming stand apart, directly facing the two of you in almost awkward silence. Until Yuuji started talking.
“Gojo-sensei! How could you not tell us before that you know one of the best sorcerers in the world!”
“You didn’t even tell us and now you’re making out her?!” A completely annoyed Nobara yelled.
“What? I can’t kiss my spouse?” Gojo replied, holding up both of your left hands.
“YOUR SPOUSE!?” The bewildered students shouted out.
They started asking Gojo and you millions of questions and you wondered how people could possibly talk that fast. You originally were ordered here to defeat some particularly tough curses and decided now was as good a time as any to start.
“I’m sure Gojo will be happy to answer all your questions, but I have to go now” Leaving behind the children, and panda. As well as your husband, who was giving you a pleading look, not to leave him to the whims of the pushy students.
As you left, you heard a faint, ‘Can you get me her autograph?’ and you let out a small chuckle as you continued walking away.
You adored kisses with Gojo, but maybe not around the school again.
I love your keeping up with the Fushiguros series! You write beautifully. I was wondering how Megumi and/or Gojo would react to reader being hit on. But reader doesn’t notice.
“which one is it?” gojo asks, resting megumi’s baseball bat on his shoulder.
it’s no secret that gojo and megumi don’t agree on a lot of things.
like, a lot of things.
they don’t like the same foods, the same genre of movies, or the same style of clothes. they can never agree on what shows to watch in the morning or whether certain items are recyclable or not.
but this is one front that they will always be united on.
the boy scans the park, huffing as he points the offender out. “there.”
their target for this mission? male. mid to late twenties. single. a threat that must be eliminated at all costs.
he’s sitting on the same park bench that you and tsumiki are on, both of you laughing as he tells you a joke.
“does he always sit with you guys?” gojo asks, lifting his sunglasses to peer across the playground to where you are.
“yeah,” megumi confirms, glaring.
gojo glances down at his own ten year old, touched that they’re actually on the same page for once in their lives. but he’s prompted to look back over when he hears your laugh once more, tensing when he sees the man reach across the back of the bench to touch your shoulder.
that’s his final straw.
“alright, here’s the plan,” he starts with the utmost seriousness, crouching down to the kid’s height. “we’re going to–”
“dig a hole in the field and bury him in it,” megumi finishes a little too decisively.
“uh,” gojo laughs nervously, reconsidering whether horror movies are a good way to practice channeling cursed energy. he taps the baseball bat against his palm. “we’ll call that plan b. first we’re just gonna scare him a little. show him and everyone in this park what’ll happen if they try to make a move on what’s mine—”
megumi kicks his shin.
“ours, sorry.”
so they move in. megumi takes two strides to match each of his, but they still look every part the intimidating sorcerer duo they’d grow to be one day.
you see them coming right away, and gojo watches you cycle through emotions faster than tsumiki goes through strawberry milk. confusion, realization, and finally horror.
“satoru,” you say, in that tone with that look on your face (the one that often precedes a lecture).
he’s about to casually cut into the conversation when a little boy (the man’s son, he assumes) cuts in front of him, bashfully handing you a handful of dandelions.
megumi doesn’t try to hide his disdain, scoffing under his breath about how they were just weeds. oh, gojo realizes as he glances down at the kid.
so he’s not the only one who’s jealous.
Tell the moths in my tummy to relocate, please
Synopsis: In which 40° weather grants you insight into Satoru’s powers Word Count: 2.0k
Story Content: Female reader, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Seemingly unrequited pining, Idiots in love but they don’t even know it yet, Slow-burn (doesn’t get anywhere), Crackfic, We learn the many ways in which Satoru can use his technique, Reader POV!
A/N: this is a celcius only household (kidding. but not really.) This has been in my drafts for a reaaaally long time im just glad its out honestly
GOJO SATORU is a frigid blast of cold air during a warm summer day.
It’s surprising, considering his typical characterisation. People, yourself included, likened him to the sun. Bright and blinding. That’s how the pillar of the Jujutsu world should be, they’d say. He’s the epitome of sorcery. The honored one, they’d praise.
Just to be clear, you thought of him as the sun for entirely different reasons. Reasons that you weren’t about to go into too detail about. But just as a tiny, small little hint: It had to do with his body temperature. And you were currently being quickly betrayed by what you once thought was fact.
“Am I a portable air-con?”
“Yeah,” you spit at him. Half in betrayal and half in fascination, you huff, gripping his elbows to keep him still as you tuck your body against him, forcing his technique over you with your own.
The chill settles into your bones and makes you sigh sweetly. It almost makes you forget about how the sun was shining a little too brightly into your eyes.
In the back of your mind, you can’t help but envy him and his thousand dollar shades. Did he bring a spare? Could you have them?
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idiots in love. | g. satoru
with a solemn expression and a heavy heart, you stand against the students of tokyo and kyoto jujutsu high.
“today, we mourn for the absence of gojo satoru.”
the tokyo jujutsu high students bow their heads as they pray for their beloved teacher. the kyoto students are confused.
mourn? absence?
“gojo satoru is a friend, teacher, and a colleague. but was he great being the three of them? absolutely not.”
“hey!”
you look at the ceiling, trying to stop your tears from falling. “sometimes, i can hear his voice and his presence. i wish he’s having a great time wherever he is.”
todo confusingly look at you. why are you crying? gojo-sensei is very much alive, though? he can see him waving his hands behind you.
“is it always like this?”
“just follow what [name]-sensei is saying. if gojo is dead, then he’s dead,” maki answers.
the kyoto students also bow their heads and clasp their hands as if they are praying.
you give a stern look to the students before you. “curses are everywhere around us. if you see someone impersonating him, exorcise it at all cost. okay?”
they nod.
the menace of society dumbly stare at you all accepting his fake death. he starts whining and tugging your arm.
“you’re so mean! i’m very much alive right now!” he pouts.
you glare. “because i told you that you’re dead to me the moment you eat my food. and what did you do? you ate my favorite food!”
he shrugs as if it wasn’t a big deal. as if your piercing glare isn’t penetrating through his soul. “well, if you marked your name on the food, i wouldn’t be eating them.”
“yeah? well, i put a stamp of my name on the plastic!”
“still not enough.”
the waiting listeners watch you bicker like an old married couple. you, pointing at satoru with the most heated eyes they have ever seen. him, being an idiot and trying to defend himself (even if he was the one who ate your favorite food) that he didn’t eat it.
“was it always like this?”
“salmon.” inumaki nods.
the next day, they will see you two clinging into each other as if you two couldn’t be worlds apart. what happened yesterday had been forgotten. with you smiling like the sunshine you are and him being the smitten man he is.
they also know that gojo buys you a dozen of your favorite food with your favorite dessert and your favorite cuddles.
✎ rivals... in love?
- gojo satoru x reader
gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?
genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff
note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why
a part of gojo's love entries
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No way. There is just no way.
Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.
“Geto-san, that’s so funny!”
With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.
Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flames—that was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!
"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."
And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. “Nah, wait until you see this—”
"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.
It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazines—Satoru had deemed it as such.
…Right?
At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasn’t shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.
And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?
Heh, no one.
(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, “Suguru!”)
“So what's with the nice act, huh?” Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. “Do you like her or something?”
Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. “What?”
“Don’t play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,” and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, “Wait till you see this~”
Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. “Come on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chatting—”
“Not that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?”
It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him then—
“Heh, so what if I am?”
That's the wrong answer.
Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"
“She’s a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,” Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. “Only a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just might—”
“Wha—hey!? That’s totally foul—!”
“Nah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isn’t it?”
By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boost—you favored him first.
This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...
Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.
Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.
And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.
"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"
You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you just—"
"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."
"Who are you talki—"
"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"
You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.
“First, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?”
"Gojo, I don't have the time—"
"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"
"You're unbeliev—"
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"
"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"
"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."
You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."
"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"
He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."
How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.
"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy rich—"
At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.
Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"
Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:
"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."
Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.
It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...
Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lips—that somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"
But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."
His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"
"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."
Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?
And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you already did.
Epilogue
In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...
"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"
"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"
Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."
"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."
"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."
Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Oh—oh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"
"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"