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Our Special Day
( ♡ ) pairing : Satoru Gojo x fem!reader
( ♡ ) warning : f!reader, NOT PROOF READ , Christian Orthodox wedding, idk bro
( ♡ ) a/n ✏️ : I just cried while thinking about this omg
The morning sunlight filtered through the large, stained-glass windows of the church, casting colorful beams across the intricately carved wooden pews. You stood before a mirror, heart pounding, adjusting the delicate veil atop your head. The heavy satin of your wedding dress shimmered in the light, and your reflection showed a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Outside, the sacred space of the Orthodox church waited for you. Candles flickered gently on tall golden holders, while the air carried a soft scent of incense, symbolizing purification and spiritual devotion. A choir softly sang hymns in the background, their voices harmonizing to create an ethereal atmosphere.
The grand doors of the church slowly opened as you took a deep breath, stepping inside on your father’s arm. All eyes turned toward you, but your gaze was locked on one person: Gojo Satoru. Standing tall in his ceremonial black suit and white tie, his usual cocky smirk was softened by an almost reverent expression. His white hair was neatly combed back, but his signature blindfold was gone, allowing his striking blue eyes to catch yours. His gaze held a depth of emotion you rarely saw from him —love, pride, and a flicker of mischief.
As you approached the altar, Gojo met you halfway, taking your hand in his, his touch warm and grounding. The priest, dressed in traditional Orthodox vestments, began the ceremony with a prayer in ancient tones, invoking blessings upon your union.
The crowning ceremony, a key part of Orthodox weddings, came next. A beautiful, ornate crown was placed gently on your head, and then one on Gojo’s. You could feel the weight of it, not just physically, but symbolically — the responsibility and sacredness of the bond you were forging. Gojo gave you a wink, as if to lighten the moment, but you could tell he was equally moved by the gravity of it.
As the priest led you both in a circle three times around the altar, symbolizing the eternal nature of marriage, Gojo squeezed your hand just a little tighter. You glanced up at him, and he mouthed, “You look stunning.” Despite the solemnity of the moment, you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.
Finally, after the sacred prayers, the priest invited you to exchange your vows. Gojo’s voice was low but clear, his usual playful demeanor tempered by sincerity.
“ I vow to stand by your side through every storm, every trial, and every moment of chaos. No matter what comes our way, I’ll face it with you. My love for you is boundless, stronger than any curse or darkness in this world. I promise to protect you, not just with my strength, but with all of my heart and soul, for as long as I draw breath. You are my light, and I will cherish you, forever. ”
Tears pricked your eyes. Your heart swelled as Gojo’s words wrapped around you, filled with love and devotion. With a deep breath, you spoke, your voice soft but steady.
“I have no doubt that life with you will be anything but ordinary, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You’ve shown me what it means to feel safe and loved, even in the face of danger. I vow to be your strength when you need it, to stand beside you no matter how dark things may get. I will love you fiercely, with all that I am, for every moment of this life and whatever comes after. You are my home, and I will protect and cherish that, always.”
With a blessing, the priest signaled the conclusion of the ceremony, and Gojo leaned in to kiss you, his lips brushing yours with a tenderness that made your heart swell. The church erupted in applause, the joy of the moment washing over you both.
As you turned to walk down the aisle, now husband and wife, Gojo’s arm wrapped securely around your waist. He leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice teasing yet full of affection.
“Let’s see if you can handle being Mrs. Gojo. It won’t be easy.”
You laughed softly, your heart soaring. With him, you knew every day would be an adventure — but it was one you were ready to embrace. Together.
Teachers pet
smut
reader is over 18
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”
this really made me laugh because it’s literally like le and my friends😭 this fr like my college experience too LOLLLL
"...tell me you don't never wanna lose me."
college!gojo x baddie!reader
warning explicit sexual content 18+ minors do not interact
♡ ......never lose me (link) multi-chapter, word count: 18K+, ongoing ♡ ......summary "oh girl...they're definitely talking about you in a group chat." ♡ ......tags gojo x reader, baddie!reader, alternative universe - college/university, smoking & drinking, situationships, drama, gojo slides into your DMs, everyone is messy, typical college bullsh*t, rare pairings, reader/shoko/utahime BFF shenanigans, slightly OOC, whole lotta f*cking, instagram page stalking, highkey p*ssy 4 homework
collage made by me, photo credits to original! 💕
Didn't expect so much love for this smutty little thing but maybe I'll make more now👩🦯
Hehe Satoru<3333
Gojo Satoru x Y/N🐰
(First time trying to make multiple skin colours hopefully it looks good? Open to constructive criticism though 🫶🏻)
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Cursed with Colds and Care! - S. GE x S. Go x E. S x Reader
[ In which you are sick with a cold and your lovers comfort you, but also get sick!! ]
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It was a rare occurrence for you to be out of commission, but today, you were undeniably defeated by a nasty cold. Normally, you could handle the daily demands of being a sorcerer—cursed spirits, missions, and endless training—but a common cold? Apparently, it had no mercy. You were wrapped up in layers of blankets in your dorm room at Jujutsu High, surrounded by tissues, your head pounding and body aching.
The grogginess of your illness kept you in a fog, barely conscious, until you heard the loud bang of your door swinging open.
"Alright! The cavalry is here!" came the too-loud voice of none other than Satoru Gojo, striding into the room like he owned the place. His signature sunglasses were perched on his nose, his hair even messier than usual, and in his hand was a giant shopping bag full of… something.
Trailing right behind him, with considerably more grace and an eye-roll to match, was Suguru Geto. He looked less than amused but still carried a faint smile on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding. “You’ve been in here, what—two days? Leave it to Satoru to come in like you’re on your deathbed,” Geto quipped, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.
And, finally, in came Shoko Ieiri, hands stuffed in her white coat’s pockets. She looked as apathetic as always, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not dying, you know,” she said casually, but you could tell she was actually concerned, in her own low-key way. “But you do look awful. You might want to stop letting Satoru make all the decisions while you’re out of commission.”
Gojo, feigning offense, huffed dramatically. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great nurse!” He plopped down on the edge of your bed, leaning over to scrutinize you closely with his exaggerated expressions. “Poor, poor Reader! Stricken down by a simple cold. But don’t worry, I, Satoru Gojo, will bring you back from the brink!”
You groaned weakly, rolling over to face him, your voice raspy from a sore throat. “Satoru, I think I’ll be fine with just some sleep.”
“No, no, no!” Gojo declared, dramatically waving his hands in the air. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into his oversized bag, pulling out the most absurd assortment of items—a fancy-looking humidifier shaped like a panda, an expensive plush blanket, and a box of imported chocolates that probably cost as much as a small car.
Geto raised a brow, amusement clear on his face. “The chocolates, really? For a cold?”
“Of course!” Gojo grinned, completely serious. “It’s scientifically proven that chocolate makes people feel better. And the humidifier will help them breathe. Plus, the blanket’s just a bonus, ‘cause I’m a thoughtful guy.”
Shoko sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers (though she wisely chose not to light it indoors). “He’s hopeless,” she said, though there was a faint smile on her lips. She stepped closer to your bedside, nudging Gojo aside to take your temperature with the back of her hand. “You’re running a bit of a fever. But nothing dangerous. Just need to rest up.”
“I told you,” you muttered, sinking deeper into your cocoon of blankets. “I just need rest. You guys didn’t have to come by…”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Geto cut in, moving to sit on the other side of your bed. His voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it. “Of course we’re going to check on you. You’d do the same for any of us.”
You couldn’t argue with that. Even when you were exhausted and feverish, you knew your friends meant well, even if Gojo had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “Thanks,” you murmured, glancing between the three of them. “I just didn’t expect the grand parade.”
“Well, you know Satoru,” Geto said with a smirk. “Everything’s a spectacle with him.”
Gojo beamed proudly, unbothered by the teasing. “You’re welcome! Now, time for the healing powers of chocolate!” He unwrapped the box with the flourish of a magician, holding it out to you as if presenting the world’s greatest treasure.
Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think they need fluids more than overpriced candy.”
“I brought that too!” Gojo proclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several energy drinks, each more neon-colored and suspicious-looking than the last. “These’ll perk you right up.”
You made a face. “Satoru… I don’t think energy drinks are the solution here.”
“They definitely are not,” Geto agreed, shaking his head. He took the box of chocolates from Gojo’s hands, much to the taller sorcerer’s dismay, and set them aside. “You need tea. Something warm. I’ll make you some.”
You blinked, touched by his offer. “Suguru, you don’t have to—”
“I’m already up,” he said with a shrug, standing and heading towards the small kitchenette. “Besides, if we leave it to Satoru, you’ll end up with some kind of strange elixir.”
“I’m deeply offended,” Gojo declared, clutching his heart dramatically as he lay back on the bed next to you. “You don’t trust my healing powers at all, Reader?”
You gave him a weak smile, your body too tired to properly banter with him. “I’m sure your… unconventional methods work for someone. But I’ll take the tea.”
Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall with a smirk, moved to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of fever-reducing medicine she’d brought with her. “Take these,” she instructed, holding them out for you. “They’ll help bring the fever down. Suguru’s tea will take care of the rest.”
You obediently swallowed the medicine with a sip of water, feeling slightly less foggy as it began to take effect. “Thank you, Shoko.”
“No problem,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Gojo wasn’t sprawled out. “Just don’t let Satoru talk you into any of his weird recovery plans.”
Gojo gasped dramatically, sitting up. “I’ll have you know my plans are perfect. Look at Reader—they’re practically glowing already!”
You let out a weak laugh. “That’s just the fever.”
Geto returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down gently on the bedside table before sitting back down. “Here. It’s just plain tea with honey—nothing too fancy. Should help your throat.”
You reached for the cup, your hands trembling slightly, but Geto steadied it for you, holding it while you took a careful sip. The warmth was soothing, and you sighed in relief. “This is perfect. Thank you, Suguru.”
He smiled softly, still holding the cup for you as you took another sip. “Take it easy. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”
Gojo watched the scene unfold, then pouted. “Hey, where’s my credit? I brought the fancy blanket!”
Shoko smirked, leaning back on her hands. “You want a medal for that, Satoru?”
“Maybe!” Gojo grinned, shifting closer to you. “But I won’t ask for one. I’m too humble.”
You snorted, feeling a little more alive with the tea warming you from the inside. “Humble? That’s a new one.”
The teasing continued, the familiar banter between the three of them making you feel a little more like yourself. Even through the haze of your cold, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have them there. They might’ve been a chaotic trio, but they were your chaotic trio.
As the conversation continued, your eyelids began to grow heavier, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your friends lulling you into a sense of calm. Suguru noticed, gently setting the tea aside and helping you lean back into your pillows.
“You should sleep,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “We’ll stick around.”
You nodded, too tired to argue, though you felt a small twinge of embarrassment at the idea of falling asleep while they were all there. “You don’t have to stay…”
“Of course we do,” Shoko said, stretching her legs out and making herself comfortable. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Satoru doesn’t try anything weird while you’re asleep.”
Gojo gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I’m a professional! I would never do anything weird.”
You laughed softly, your head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Sure, Satoru. Whatever you say.”
As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt the weight of Geto’s hand gently resting on top of yours, a quiet reassurance that they’d be there when you woke up. And in the background, Gojo’s voice was still going, something about being the best nurse in the world, while Shoko shot back sarcastic remarks.
Even through your feverish haze, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with being sick. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but with friends like these, you knew you’d never have to face anything alone.
With that comforting thought, you finally drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their bickering lulling you into a much-needed rest.
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how much better you felt. Your head wasn’t pounding, your throat wasn’t nearly as scratchy, and the fever that had left you weak and shivering had finally broken. Stretching beneath the cozy blanket Gojo had brought, you felt the lingering warmth of sleep leave your body, replaced with a refreshing clarity.
You sat up slowly, blinking as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through your dorm window. The room was quiet—eerily so, considering the chaos from last night.
And then you noticed why.
Scattered around your room were your three so-called “nurses,” each one looking far worse for wear than you had last night.
Gojo was slumped over in a chair, his long legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, sunglasses askew on his face, snoring loudly. There was a discarded tissue box at his feet, tissues spilling out onto the floor like a sad, crumpled mountain. His cheeks were flushed, not from his usual smug confidence, but from what was clearly a fever. Every so often, he’d let out a pitiful little cough between snores, completely oblivious to the world around him.
Geto, on the other hand, had claimed the couch near your window. He was bundled up in a pile of blankets, arms crossed over his chest, his usual calm and composed expression now marred by fatigue. His eyes were closed, but every so often he would let out a weak groan, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to find a better position. The usual stoic Suguru was clearly losing a battle to the very cold that had plagued you.
Shoko, who usually prided herself on being the practical one, was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting on her arm, looking the most unbothered by the situation. Despite her laid-back demeanor, there was no denying the slight paleness to her skin and the congestion in her breathing. She looked like she’d just resigned herself to her fate.
You blinked, piecing together the scene in front of you. ‘They all caught it? ‘
“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement bubble up inside you. These three, who had spent the night tending to you—Gojo’s chaotic energy, Geto’s calm attentiveness, and Shoko’s dry practicality—were now all victims of the very illness they’d been trying to help you with.
Gojo let out a particularly loud snore, jolting himself awake with a startled, “Wha—?!” He blinked rapidly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes beneath his tilted sunglasses. “Ugh… why does my head feel like it’s been cursed?” His voice was hoarse and nasal, making him sound almost pathetic.
You bit back a laugh, watching as he slowly registered the situation. “Morning, Satoru,” you said, voice filled with quiet amusement. “Feeling okay?”
He turned his head to you, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He squinted at you as if trying to determine whether this was reality or some fever-induced dream. “Wait... you’re up? And you look fine?!” His voice cracked, and he dissolved into a fit of coughing.
“Seems like you guys caught what I had,” you said, now unable to stop yourself from grinning.
Gojo groaned dramatically, flopping back in the chair and throwing his arm over his eyes. “This is so unfair. I came here to save you, not to be infected!”
Across the room, Geto stirred from his blanket cocoon, one eye opening to observe the scene. He looked at you, blinking slowly. “You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice heavy with congestion. “And we’re sick.”
You winced, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to catch it.”
He waved a dismissive hand but immediately regretted the motion as he coughed into his blanket. “It’s fine. Just bad timing.”
Shoko rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as if she’d lost the will to move. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Satoru get so close. He’s a walking germ magnet.”
Gojo perked up at that, looking far more indignant than his sickly state should have allowed. “Me? You were the one breathing right next to them last night! You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you have taken more precautions?”
Shoko turned her head lazily to look at him, her gaze unbothered. “And you’re the one who thought energy drinks and chocolates would cure a cold. You’re lucky we didn’t all die from a sugar overdose.”
Geto sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head as if to block out their bickering. “Both of you, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”
You couldn’t help but laugh, though you quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I feel really bad,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You guys did so much for me, and now you’re all suffering.”
“Trust me, we’ve dealt with worse,” Shoko said, her voice nasal and thick with congestion. “Just pass me those tissues, and I’ll survive.”
You grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, and then turned to Gojo, who had begun dramatically fanning himself as if his fever were an inferno. “I’ll get you some water, Satoru. Calm down.”
He pouted at you but didn’t protest, which was a clear sign of how miserable he actually felt.
As you moved around the room, gathering supplies—tissues for Shoko, water for Gojo, and more blankets for Geto—you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Last night, they had been the ones taking care of you, and now the roles were reversed.
When you handed Geto a fresh blanket, he peered out from his cocoon just long enough to offer you a faint smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tired but genuine.
“Don’t mention it,” you replied, tucking the blanket around him.
“Hey,” Gojo called weakly from his chair. “Where’s my fancy nurse service? I expect top-tier care now that I’m on death’s door.”
You shot him a look, but there was no malice behind it. “You’ll get your fancy nurse service, don’t worry.”
“I’d like some tea,” Shoko mumbled from her spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. “Suguru’s tea. None of Satoru’s concoctions.”
“Noted,” you said, making a mental list of what they each needed.
And so, for the rest of the morning, you found yourself playing nurse, bringing them tea, cold compresses, and whatever else they requested between weak protests and half-hearted bickering. Even though they complained, you could tell they appreciated it, the same way you’d appreciated them being there for you when you were down.
It wasn’t long before they all fell back into a restless sleep, their fevers making them groggy and irritable. You watched them with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of your cold. Despite the chaos, these were your friends—the ones who would show up, sickness and all, just to make sure you weren’t alone. Even if it meant catching your cold in the process.
As you sat down in the chair beside them, finally able to rest, you couldn’t help but think that even though the roles had reversed, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were all in this together, through curses, chaos, and colds alike.
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.