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Fem! SatoSugu finished <3

Went for a little retro (?) Ish aesthetic with their looks + Suguru is wearing a outfit Evira did because if just felt right

white haired characters>>>>>>>

i believe in white haired characters supremacy

Cowboy Gojo!! Jjk men x cowboys are making a return and I'm here for it

A little gift<3

can I please be added to the taglist?

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...

Ongoing Taglist (I will try to add everyone here, as the series progresses, but I will still tag everyone on every part):

@zoeyflower @bubera974 @ssetsuka @lady-of-blossoms @peqch-pie

@karlaolea @slut-for-fictional-men @tnt-kokoo @gojoscumslut @sillyfreakfanparty

@tbzzluvr

@emi311 @the-number7 @o-ikawaii @doodle-cat16 @yozora7154

@levisfavoriteteashop @roscpctals99 @starlightglimmersworld @manyuyuu

@dahliawarner @aliisinwonderland @lov3vivian @inthedarkshadows000

@haikyuusimpsblog @sheismaryy @asahinasstuff @honeydew-cheesecake

@sanriosatoru @kimsrie @444na0m1 @humongousdreamlandbear

@elitesanjisimp @dummyf @elernity

@s4ikooo1

Breaking up is hard to do!

synopsis: breaking up with the jjk men.

⚝characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami

⚝content: heavy angst, gaslighting(Gojo's), depression (Suguru's), mutual breakup(Nanami's)

⚝wc: 3.5k

Satoru Gojo

“Yeah so then Yuji popped out of the crate and surprised them all! You should’ve seen it baby!” Satoru wheezes holding his stomach as he recalls the event from the day.

No matter how hard you try though, you can only muster a small smile.

It had become really hard to do much else recently. With the weight of the hundreds of tasks at work taking its toll. Satoru looks over at you, waiting for a laugh—but it doesn’t come.

“Hellooo? Everything alright princess?” He questions giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Mhmm!” You nod.

He looks at you for another moment, unreadable expression on his face. Satoru shifts, clearly expecting more from you. “You sure? You’ve been quiet tonight. That’s not like you,” he says, his voice still light, but there’s a hint of curiosity now.

You try to hold back the frustration, but it bubbles up anyway. “I’m just tired, Satoru.”

“Tired? Seriously?” he mutters, pulling his hand away. “You work, what, a nine-to-five? You act like you’re running yourself into the ground.”

You blink, taken aback by his dismissive tone. “Satoru, it’s not just about the hours. It’s everything piling up, and—”

“Piling up?” He cuts you off with a scoff, already reaching for his phone. “Why didn’t you just say something sooner? You know I could’ve hired someone to handle that for you. I’ve got the money. You shouldn’t be stressing over... whatever this is.”

The words sting. You knew his mind would go there. It always does—like money could just make the exhaustion disappear, like hiring someone to take care of the smaller details would magically solve everything.

“It’s not about the money, Satoru.” you snap, trying to hold onto your patience. “I don’t need someone else doing my job for me. I just... I need you to listen.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Listen? What do you expect me to say? You’re tired. I get it. But don’t act like you’re drowning when I could have fixed this a long time ago. Hell, I could’ve bought you time off or flown you somewhere. You're sittin' here sulking like I can’t take care of things.”

You clench your fists, the exhaustion now compounded by frustration. “It’s not about you fixing things, Satoru. Sometimes I just need support—not your money.”

He stares at you, eyes narrowing. “Right. So you want to feel miserable instead of letting me help. That’s real smart, princess.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you shove clothes into your bag, the sound of zippers and drawers slamming echoing through the room. You can feel Satoru’s presence behind you, hovering, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Not after that.

“C'mon, princess.” he says, his voice exasperated, like he’s the one who's supposed to be annoyed. “What are you doing? Where do you think you’re going?”

You don’t answer, your hands moving faster, yanking more clothes off hangers, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. You’re so angry you can barely breathe.

“I’ll book us a trip,” Satoru tries again, a hint of desperation creeping into his usually arrogant tone. “How about Paris? We’ll stay at that five-star hotel you like, the one with the private balcony. You love that place.”

Your jaw clenches. “This isn’t about a vacation, Satoru,” you snap, stuffing the last of your things into the bag. “It’s not about your money or your fancy hotels.”

“Then what is it about?” he shoots back, his voice rising with frustration. “You’re acting like I haven’t given you everything. "What more do you want?"

You freeze, bag halfway zipped, your body trembling as you turn to face him. His icy blue eyes are wide, confused, and maybe even a little hurt, but you’re beyond caring. “I want you to see me!” you shout, the words tearing out of you, louder than you intended. “I don’t need you to throw money at the problem! I need you to actually understand what I’m going through!”

Satoru stares at you, speechless for once. His mouth opens, but no words come out. He looks almost... shocked, like he can’t comprehend that his money, his status, can’t fix this. That he can’t fix this.

“Do you even care?” you ask, your voice quieter now, but no less angry. “Do you care about how I feel? Or is it just easier for you to throw cash at me until I stop complaining?”

He’s silent, his gaze hardening as he crosses his arms. “I’m trying to help. What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to listen!” You throw your hands up in frustration, feeling more alone than ever. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want trips or fancy dinners. I want you to care about me, Satoru. Not just the idea of me.”

His lips press into a thin line, but he says nothing. The silence is louder than any of his words.

As your hand grips the doorknob, ready to leave, Satoru’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter.

“Right, run off to Shoko’s.” he scoffs, his arms crossed defensively. “You always do this, don’t you? The moment things get tough, you bolt. Guess it’s easier to complain to her than actually deal with me.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, stopping you in your tracks. You turn slowly to face him, disbelief clouding your vision. He’s standing there, arms folded, arrogance in his posture.

“I always do this?” you repeat, your voice trembling with anger. “I’ve stayed through everything, Satoru!"

“You’re just like Suguru.” Satoru spits out, the words dripping with bitterness and desperation.

Your hand freezes on the handle. You weren’t expecting that. Slowly, you turn to look at him, and the mask of arrogance has cracked. His eyes are wild, wide with something close to panic. “Running away the moment things get hard,” he continues, his voice shaking slightly. “Is that it? Just gonna leave like he did?”

Your heart skips a beat, anger fading for a moment as something else stirs inside you. You’ve seen Satoru angry before, frustrated, even cold—but this? This is different.

“That’s not fair.” you say quietly, though the anger still simmers beneath the surface. “I’m not leaving because things are hard. I’m leaving because you’re not listening.”

Satoru’s eyes narrow, his lips pressing into a hard line. Then he snaps, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, sharp and cold. “Well, fine. Go. I survived him abandoning me, I’ll survive you too.”

His words sting, burning through the air with a finality that makes your breath hitch. It’s a challenge, a defense—his way of masking the fear that’s clawing at him from the inside out. He’s pushing you away before you can leave, just like he’s done with everything else that’s threatened to crack his carefully controlled world.

You stand there, frozen for a moment, staring at him as his walls rise higher, shutting you out. This is what it’s come to. He’s too scared to let you in, too scared to admit that you leaving isn’t something he can just survive—that it’s something that terrifies him.

But he won’t say it. He won’t ask you to stay.

And that’s when you know.

Suguru Geto

You rest under the comfort of your blanket. How many days have you been in this bed? Three days? Four? 

The world was just too much right now, and your room was the only security available. It had been a week since Suguru vanished without a word, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and broken trust. Principal Yaga’s words still echoed in your mind—a whole village slaughtered, his parents among the dead. 

And not even a text.

You weren’t sure if he was even alive, maybe it would be better if he wasn’t. At least then you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the fact that the love of your life was now a wanted killer.

You took another tissue from the box, blowing into it and tossing the crumpled mess into the garbage can.

Satoru hadn’t responded either, was he okay? Did he know?

Your mind screamed for silence, for the thoughts to stop, but they kept coming, relentless.

“Angel?”

That voice… no it couldn’t be. You lower the covers from your face.

It was

“Hi baby...” his normally soothing voice does little to alleviate the ache in your chest.

“You…” your voice barely a whisper, threatening to break. “I thought you were dead.”

He moves closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, and you finally take him in. Despite everything, despite the horrors you’ve been told, he looks… normal.

How could he look so much like the Suguru you knew, the Suguru you loved, when everything inside of you was shattered?

Was this the same man who held you close? Whispered sweet nothings in your ear—promised to protect you with his life? 

“It’s me, (Y/N).”  he says softly, his voice cutting through the silence as if he had read your thoughts.

The tenderness in his tone feels like a knife twisting in your chest. How could he say that—so casually, so easily? Like everything was normal, like your world hadn’t come crashing down around you. You blink, trying to force the tears back, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes.

“Are you?” your voice is small, barely more than a whisper. Doubt lingers in every syllable.

He doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, his gaze softens, and without a word, he pulls the covers off of you. The cold air rushes over your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you had buried yourself in, and for a moment you flinch, instinctively clutching the blanket before you let it slip from your fingers.

His eyes trace over your fragile form, and there’s something in them—a flicker of sympathy, regret, even—but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the reason for your downward spiral. He knows it too. The weight of it presses on him, though he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he moves with a gentleness you hadn’t expected, sliding his arms under you and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing.

You want to protest, want to ask what he thinks he’s doing, but you’re too tired, too drained to fight. So you let him carry you. His arms are steady, and despite everything, you can’t help but melt in his embrace.

He takes you into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the space as he sets you down gently. You can feel the cool tile under your feet as he kneels in front of the tub, turning the faucet on and testing the temperature.

You had so many things you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, ask him why. But you couldn’t.

He dips his hand under the stream, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right. His movements are deliberate, methodical, as if this is the only way he knows how to show you any kind of care right now.

You stand there, numb and silent, watching him. The man who destroyed your world, now kneeling before you, acting as though he can piece it back together with something as simple as a bath. It feels absurd, almost cruel, but at the same time, you don’t have the strength to stop him.

Suguru rises to his feet, his presence towering yet calm as he began to undress you. Gentle hands pulling his t-shirt off of you, the one you had been clinging onto for days.

His hands brush lightly against your skin as he lifts the shirt over your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

He had seen you in this state before, many times. But this….this was different.

Suguru guides you to the shower, washing your body with a gentleness you missed so deeply.

You close your eyes, letting him take care of you, even though you don’t understand why or how he can. The silence between you grows heavier with every passing second, filled with words unspoken and emotions too tangled to sort out.

Finally, you speak, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Why are you here, Suguru?”

His hand pauses for a moment, the washcloth resting against your skin. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, but when he answers, his voice is low, steady, like he’s speaking more to himself than to you.

“Because I….I love you” His voice almost too quiet, as if he’s afraid to say the words out loud.

“Then why, Suguru?” your voice trembles, almost breaking under the weight of your next words. “Is it true? You killed those people?”

The washcloth falls from his hand, splashing into the water as the silence between you deepens. He doesn’t speak right away, and the hesitation in his silence is an answer in itself.

You swallow hard, the air thick with the weight of the truth you already know but can’t bear to accept.

“They were… in the way,” he finally admits, his voice low, almost hollow.

You step out of the shower, the warm water sliding off your skin in slow rivulets. Without thinking, you reach for the towel, wrapping it tightly around yourself like armor.

This isn’t the man you loved, the one who spoke of protecting the weak, of valuing life. Yet, there’s something so heartbreakingly familiar in the way he says it—like a twisted version of the Suguru you knew, now wrapped in darkness.

“But those were people, Suguru,” you say, your voice fragile, as if you’re trying to reach the man you once knew beneath the monster he’s become. “Innocent people. How could you…?”

He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you, his hand brushing against your skin, cold and distant. “Because this world is broken.” he murmurs. “And I need to fix it. I had to do it. Can’t you see that? We—sorcerers—we’re meant for something greater. And they… they were holding us back.”

You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “I don’t understand, Suguru. I don’t understand any of this.”

He steps closer, his hand cupping your face gently, as though trying to reassure you with his touch. "Come with me." he whispers, his voice softer now, pleading. “Run away with me. Together, we can build something new. You don’t have to be a part of this broken world anymore. We can leave it all behind.”

Before you can respond, his lips press against yours, a kiss that’s both gentle and urgent, as though he’s trying to pour every unsaid word, every plea, into this one moment. It’s the Suguru you remember—the Suguru who once made you feel safe, loved.

But the reality of who he’s become crashes down on you.

You pull away, your hands pressed firmly against his chest, creating a wall between you. “No.” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t.”

For a moment, Suguru just stands there, staring at you, his dark eyes searching yours for something—some kind of understanding, some sign that you’ll change your mind. His hand lingers on your cheek, his touch softer now, almost hesitant, as though he’s trying to hold on to whatever connection is left.

But then, slowly, he withdraws, his hand falling back to his side. He straightens up, his expression hardening as he steps away from you, giving you the space you so desperately need. The softness in his eyes fades, replaced by the cold determination you’ve seen before.

“You’ll see,” he says, his voice quiet, but there’s a sharp edge to it now. “One day, you’ll understand. When you see what I’ve seen, when you finally understand the truth about this world—you’ll come around. I know you will.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and without another glance, he turns and walks toward the door, leaving you standing alone, trembling in the silence.

Nanami Kento

Kento was an honest man. There was nothing he ever kept from you. Other people might view him as a hard shell, but you could read him like a book.

So when he came to bed that night, holding you just a little tighter than usual—you knew something was up.

You shifted slightly in his embrace, his grip tightening instinctively as if he feared you might slip away.

“Kento?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the room. 

“I’ve decided to talk to Gojo tomorrow.” he said quietly, his voice steady but with a hint of resolve. “I want to return to being a sorcerer.”

The words hung in the air, sinking into you like lead. You stiffened, a sharp sting blooming in your chest as you processed his decision.

“Are you seriously considering this?” Your voice trembled with a mix of hurt and disbelief. “You know what that life entails. You’ve seen the consequences. Are you really willing to go back to that danger?”

Kento’s silence was heavier than any response he could have given. His arms, though still holding you close, seemed distant now, as if they were reaching out from across a chasm of uncertainty.

“I’ve thought it through,” he said finally, though his tone lacked the conviction he tried to project. “I need to do this for myself. I can’t keep pretending I’m satisfied with where I am.”

The last words echoed in your ears their weight sinking deep into your heart. “So you’re not satisfied with me?” you whispered, barely able to speak past the knot forming in your throat.

Kento’s eyes widened in shock. “No, that’s not what I meant—”

“Then what is it, Kento?” you demanded, frustration and hurt sharpening your words. “We have something good here. You have a good job. You left Jujustu High for a reason! What about Haibara—”

At the mention of Haibara, Kento’s face hardened. His eyes, which had been searching for the right words, now burned with anger and frustration. “Don’t.”

Your eyes widen at his tone. He sighs, trying to catch himself. “This…isn’t about him, or his fate. It’s about my own path, my own choices. You think I’m risking everything without knowing the cost?”

 “And what do you expect me to do, Kento?” Your voice cracked, raw emotion rising as you slid out of bed, unable to lie still any longer. “Sit at home and worry about you? Not knowing if you’re going to come back in one piece? I can’t live like that! I can’t live every day with the fear that you might not come back, that you might be hurt or worse?”

The silence that followed was suffocating. You paced the room, your emotions boiling over, while Kento sat still, his gaze following you but offering no solace.

“You’re asking me to accept a life where every day is a gamble with your safety!” You stopped, turning to face him, your chest heaving with emotion. “How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to pretend everything’s okay when the reality is that you might not come back to me? This isn’t just about you, Kento. It’s about us, our future!”

Kento ran a hand through his blond locks, frustration etched into every line of his face. “I’m not asking you to pretend it’s okay. I’m asking you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself, even if it means risking everything.”

You blinked, tears blurring your vision as his words sank in. “And what if everything we have is the cost?”

The question lingered, echoing in the space between you. Kento rose from the bed, standing tall before you, but the weight of the moment seemed to bow his shoulders.

He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face. His eyes, filled with a deep sadness, searched yours, looking for understanding that he knew might never come. “I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You need to know that.”

You shook your head, your voice breaking. “But that isn’t enough… is it? It never will be…”

There was a heavy silence between you, the weight of your words pressing down on both of you.

“I… can’t watch you throw your life away, Kento.”

He took a deep breath, the sound heavy with resignation. "Then… we’ve both made our decision."

His hands, which had held you with such tenderness, felt distant as you pulled away. You took a step back, a sob catching in your throat.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out with a trembling breath, he stepped forward and gently pulled you into his arms. The embrace was tender, filled with the weight of finality.

He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time as if trying to imprint it into his memory. The warmth of his body, once a comfort, now felt like a dagger in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice strained. The words were barely audible, but the sentiment hung heavy in the air.

Kento lingered for a moment, his hand sliding from your back to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed away the tear you hadn’t realized had fallen, and his expression softened with a promise you weren’t sure either of you could believe.

“I’ll come back,” he whispered, his voice strained but resolute. “Somehow… I’ll find my way back to you. One day.”

You clung to him for a moment longer, feeling the ache of goodbye in every fiber of your being, before he slowly pulled away. Leaving you.

does anyone know why jjk seems to have this whole ocean theme going on?? i’m on my second watch and i still can’t seem to figure it out :/

(no, i don’t read the manga)

URARAKA AS GOJO!!!

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.

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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.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧

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.

𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮

➪ 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧

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.

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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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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Nanami Kento - FanBehavior

Warnings: None

One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head

Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.

Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.

“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.

You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.

“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.

“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.

“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”

“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”

“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.

Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.

There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.

Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.

A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.

“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.

“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”

“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”

Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.

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.

☆ our teachers are gay?!

gojo satoru x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: you and gojo are both teachers at tokyo jujutsu high. your students start catching up on little things about the two of you, coming to a conclusion that their teachers are gay, but is that the truth? (meant to be viewed as romantic, hints at an established relationship.)

the lowercase is intentional !

satoru and [name] had been teaching at tokyo jujutsu high for a few years now. the two have made memories, had laughs and even arguments during the time. the students loved their teachers, always finding them amusing.

this years first years were a first, though.

"he's definitely gay!" a student yells. "no, he's not! he definitely has a wife and two kids!" another student yells. the person that they were talking about? [name]. itadori and nobara were arguing about whether or not they thought their teacher was gay for their other teacher or not, whilst megumi just sat there listening to their bickering. nobara thought [name] was gay, whereas itadori thought he wasn't.

megumi just sat there, listening to his friends arguing. it was constant, but he knew it was just banter after all. megumi had a small smirk on his face as he listened.

megumi knew the truth, well, half of the truth. he knew of gojo's feelings towards [name], but he never knew of [name]'s feelings towards gojo. megumi and gojo were practically father and son, not that megumi would admit that, so he could tell how gojo felt. megumi was the only reserved first year, so he learnt to pick up on people's emotions and feelings quickly, which included gojo's.

it was clear, by megumi's perception of the world, that gojo was definitely into [name]. gojo always tried to, and not so subtly in fact, flirt with [name]. yet, it always ended up in [name] saying a bunch of curses with a red face. maybe [name] did like gojo back? but, how was megumi going to know? he's not [name] and maybe the red face megumi always saw was just his teacher embarrassed, not flustered.

megumi also noticed how close the two teachers were. there were always together eating lunch or talking or supervising training sessions where they also talked more. perhaps it was because they could only talk to eachother, they were the only teachers there excluding the principal. or.. maybe it was something else? it did seem like there was more of a rivalry going on between the two men in megumi's eyes, but who knew. only gojo and [name] did.

a certain someone clears their throat after hearing all the bickering down the corridor. "and what are you three talking about?" the voice asks, and it just so happens to be gojo. itadori and nobara are in big trouble now.

itadori looks at gojo in horror, already accepting that he's been caught. nobara just looks at gojo with a small, innocent smile, hoping itadori won't mess up and say something wrong.

"uhm.. we were just talking about [name]'s love life-" itadori starts before nobara jabs him in the stomach to get him to shut up. "we were discussing what places we can visit in tokyo during our days off!" nobara cut in. gojo had a smirk plastered on his face. it was so obvious that he knew the truth about what they were talking about.

megumi sighed and he rolled his eyes at his two friends. "you idiots.. look at his face. he knows what you two were talking about." megumi muttered under his breath, shaking his head at how stupid his friends were. "plus.. his six eyes probably sensed you guys were talking about [name] anyway." megumi decides to add his own snarky comment.

"ah, so my suspicions were true." gojo chuckled. "if you really want to find out more about [name], why don't you ask him yourselves? although, he'd probably want to punch me if you told him i suggested the idea.." gojo spoke his thoughts aloud.

as if on queue, [name] steps into the room with a confused look on his face. "what are you all standing around here for? i thought training was meant to start ten minutes ago.." he sighed, a hand resting on his hip. the three first years all look at eachother before rushing out of the room to go to the field.

[name] just shook his head as he watched his students leave. "what were you doing in here with them, satoru? because it definitely wasn't reminding them that training was about to start." [name] said, looking at gojo as he spoke. gojo just shrugged at [name]'s question, starting to follow the first years out to the field.

the first years quickly got to training. they were practicing their cursed technique skills and hand to hand combat whilst [name] and gojo kept a close eye. the two teachers were standing close together, smiling as they occasionally made small talk.

"so, what about that date i was talking about earlier?" gojo pipes up, smiling at [name]. [name] just scoffed in response, punching gojo in the shoulder. "don't ask me about dates whilst we're infront of our students, satoru." [name] chuckled and gojo joined in.

gojo then snaked an arm around [name]'s waist, pulling him in closer and giving him a small kiss on the forehead. "okay, okay. but we're still going on that date after work, right?" gojo asks. "you're not helping yourself!" [name] replies, pushing gojo away with a huge smile on his face.

of course, the three first years saw this play out. when gojo and [name] thought they were being so subtle, they were caught in the act. the three first years stopped what they were doing and stared at their teachers in shock.

gojo and [name] just watched their students with smiles on their faces. gojo still had his arm wrapped around [name]'s waist as he pulled his lover in for a kiss, not caring about their students. they had already been caught, so what was the harm in sharing a kiss in the end?

"see! i told you he's gay! you owe me big time, itadori!" nobara yells out, starting to chase itadori around the field.

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You sit at the edge of the training mat, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above doing little to chase away the shadows of frustration and exhaustion that cling to you. Gojo Satoru stands in the center of the room, effortlessly stretching after yet another sparring session that ended in your defeat. The room feels like it’s closing in, suffocating you with its silence and your own self-doubt.

“Not bad this time,” Gojo’s voice breaks through the silence, light and teasing, as he gives you a reassuring smile. “You’re getting there.”

But his words ring hollow. You look down at your hands, still trembling from the exertion, and feel the weight of his greatness pressing down on you. “Am I really?” you ask, your voice laced with bitterness.

Gojo steps closer, his playful expression fading as he notices the frustration in your eyes. He crouches down to your level, concern evident in his gaze. "What’s going on? You’ve been off for a while. You can talk to me, you know."

You take a deep breath, struggling to find the right words. "It’s just… I feel like I’m always falling short. No matter how hard I train or how much I push myself, I never feel like I’m getting any closer to being like you."

Gojo’s brow furrows. “You don’t have to be like me. That’s not what I want.”

You shake your head, the frustration bubbling over. “But I do. Because I feel like I’m not worthy of being by your side if I’m not. You’re Gojo Satoru, the strongest sorcerer. And here I am, struggling just to keep up. What am I compared to that?”

Gojo watches you quietly, the usual playful spark in his eyes dimming. “You’re not supposed to be me,” he says softly. “You’re supposed to be you.”

“But being me doesn’t feel like enough,” you reply, your voice trembling. “I’m always losing. Not just against you, but against my own self-doubt. I keep trying, but nothing changes. I don’t feel like I’m ever really winning.”

Gojo is silent for a moment, his gaze searching yours. He then gently places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. "I know you feel like you’re not enough right now," he whispers. “But you are. You always have been.”

His touch is warm and grounding, and for a moment, you let yourself believe that maybe things will be okay. But deep down, the feeling of inadequacy lingers, a weight that you know won’t lift easily. You wish you could fully embrace his reassurance, but the shadow of doubt remains.

Gojo’s hand moves from your shoulder to gently brush away the tears that have started to fall. His eyes hold a soft, understanding look, his smile tinged with sadness. "Take your time," he says quietly. “I’ll be here, waiting.”

His words are a bittersweet comfort. You know he means it, that he’ll stay by your side even if you never feel worthy. Even if you continue to feel overshadowed by his brilliance.

You nod, swallowing hard against the lump in your throat. "Okay."

Gojo offers you his hand, a familiar gesture that’s always been a symbol of his support. You take it, standing up beside him once more.

In the end, you understand that this feeling might never fully go away. But with Gojo’s hand in yours, maybe you’ll find a way to stand beside him, even if you never feel like a winner.

Stayed up all last night making this. It turned out surprisingly well!