isagamis

[isagamis]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 5 ┊ wc: 7.7k

cw: romantic feelins are a stirrin! gojo is super gushy as always, reader is conflicted once again, depressed reader, fluffy ending

[song for the chapter: 1]

hide & seek masterlist

My alarm blares at six o’clock exactly. Without hesitation, I snooze it for another hour. I can’t be bothered. I’d sleep all day if I could. 

 When my alarm rings again it elicits a groan from me, but still I turn it off and force myself to sit up. I can feel the puffiness of my face, and now I’m desperate to rinse it under cold water. I don’t even bother walking to my bathroom, I trudge over to my kitchenette and turn on the sink. The cold water pools into my cupped hands, and I submerge my face. Each nerve is shocked awake as the water seeps into the skin. I pull my hands away with a harsh exhale, water spits into the sink. I use my shirt to dry my face, too lazy to get a towel. As I pull it down, I notice how dirty my bathroom’s already gotten and how badly I really needed to clean. I’ll just request for a laundry pick up later today. 

 I tip toe over each dirty towel so that I can get to the sink to brush my teeth. I catch my appearance in the mirror, and Jesus do I look rough. The worst bed head that I’ve had in a while. I take a brush to the messy mane, and then run my fingers through it a couple of times to situate it. Once it’s to my liking, by that I just mean once it’s decent enough for people to see, I pee and then leave the bathroom. My original uniform was scattered all over the floor and is assumed to be dirty. My Tokyo uniform sits at the top of my dresser clean and untouched since I got it. With a defeated sigh, I pick it up and put it on. It’s the first time I’ve worn it. It’s styled the exact same way as my usual hoodie and tapered trousers, it just feels different is all. Looking into the mirror with the full get up on I feel a sense of intense imposter syndrome. Like this isn’t where I’m meant to be, even though it most certainly is. The color suits me, though, and that’s enough for me to accept it for now. 

 I grab my shoes and carry them with me out the door before locking it behind me. I can feel the morning sun on my back as I do, it’s warm but not too warm. My heels pivot to step in front of Gojo’s door. He’s usually the one getting me up, so I find it weird that I hadn’t heard from him yet. I knock softly on his door, and to my surprise it cracks open. Like it had never been properly closed. I feel a bit of worry bubble up inside of me. I push the door open and call out for him just in case he was still sleeping. No answer. My feet hesitantly step inside the dark room, leaving the door open behind me. My eyes scan the area, but no sign of him. He either didn’t come home at all yesterday or had just gotten up earlier. 

 I shrug it off and attempt to turn to leave, but something catches my eye. I really don’t want to invade this man’s privacy, but I can’t help but walk farther into the room. I stop in front of the small thing that got my attention. A photograph, tattered around the edges like it had been held multiple times. I carefully pick it up to examine it. The writing on the back reads:

satoru, shoko, suguru

summer ‘06

 I have to suppress a laugh when I see a teenage Gojo in the picture. He’s sandwiched between a young shoko and another person who I’d never seen before. That has to be whoever this Suguru person is. He has black hair that’s pulled into a bun, stretched ears, and a warm smile on his face. Gojo’s never mentioned him to me, and he doesn’t seem to work on campus. I’m just going to assume something bad may have happened to him, and that it might be best not to ask about it. I set the photo back onto its spot on the floor and continue to look around. 

 His room is actually a little messy. Mostly just clothes strewn here and there. His bed isn’t made, and water bottles fill his bedside table. I notice a couple of digimon plushies on his bed and giggle at the idea of him cuddling them at night. He has a couple of posters on his walls. Some are of bands I’ve never heard of, others are obscure movie posters.  I nod in contentment to myself and turn to leave, feeling bad for being nosy, but also happy that I have blackmail on him for the plushies. 

 I head to the main building to get to the common area kitchen to grab something small for breakfast. I expected the students to be eating in their own area so when I slide the door to the kitchen, I’m surprised to see six tired faces looking at me. 

  “O-oh, good morning,” I put on a smile to make myself seem happier than I am. I receive muffled ‘good mornings’ back as they all chew their food. Fresh muffins sit on a glass plate on the counter and my hands immediately reach for one. Megumi’s eyes bore into me from his seat, and I feel awkward just standing there. I know he probably wants to talk about yesterday, but I’d rather just act like it never happened. I turn my back to them in hopes the tension dissolves. As I do, I notice a coffee pot with freshly brewed coffee, and my mouth waters at the sight. I open a cabinet just above the counter to search for a mug. My hands land on one instinctively, pulling it out and filling it with the warm brew. I add just a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and take it into my hands. 

 “Sensei, come sit with us,” Yuuji waves to me as he motions to the empty seat next to him. Mentally, I sigh, knowing I can’t just turn him down. With muffin and coffee in hand, I take the seat. I don’t speak much, just listen, really taking in their childlike concerns. Nobara’s going on about a limited edition designer jacket that she so desperately needs while Yuuji looks through today’s edition of Jump. Megumi sits back observing just as I am, and Toge looks like he’s about to fall asleep on the table. Panda’s poking his cheeks to keep him up. 

 “Y/N, have you seen Gojo?” Megumi asks me quietly behind Yuuji’s back. 

 My eyes shoot to him, my mug to my lips. I shake my head no, confused even more as to where he could be. He sighs, he must’ve not heard from him since yesterday either. 

 “Should we be worried?” I ask, my elbow resting over the top of my chair as my body situates itself to turn towards him. 

 “No, he probably had some clan stuff to take care of or something,” Megumi answers. 

 “Clan stuff?” 

 “Yeah, within the Gojo clan, one man heads the whole family, and now that’s Gojo sensei.” 

 “Oh,” is all I can say. I can’t help but to think about everything Gojo probably has to deal with and how stressful that must be for him. He’s probably been the sole clan representative since he became an adult. I shake the thought from my head, I don’t need to concern myself with his situation. I turn back to my pathetic little muffin, and suddenly I’m not so hungry anymore. While the students are busy with their intertwining conversations, I use the distraction to slip out. Megumi is the only one who notices. 

 My feet kick small rocks in front of me. I wish I wasn’t a teacher today. I wish I wasn’t anything. I observe the campus around me, it’s fairly empty. No one would even notice if I slipped out and never came back. I pinch myself for thinking this way. Overdramatic, I say to myself. I don’t know what’s washed over me, but it’s depressing and weighing me down. Still, I can’t shake it. I don’t want to shake it. I would just rather let it sit with me today because at least then I know I can still feel something. I huff out a breath as I put my hands in my pockets. I come up on the empty practice field and decide to use its vacancy to my advantage. 

 I lazily jog over to the storage shed that sat next to the weapons building to see if it contained any sort of practice dummies. To my surprise, it did. I pull out four of them, pushing them one by one to the middle of the field to make a large scale square. I pull my jacket off and toss it to the side, the white loose cotton shirt I put on underneath finally breathes with the lightly blowing breeze. I stand in the middle of the wooden dummies and close my eyes. I need to work on precise aiming and damage control, and this feels like the best way to do it. 

 I take a deep breath in and relax my body. I concentrate all of my cursed energy into laying out my surroundings that I’m now blind to. I have to hone in my shots to hit a singular point on each dummy, right in the chest. I focus on the one that should be in the top left of the field. My hands come together as if I were praying, I pull them apart slowly and a string of flames connects them. My arms extend out until they can’t anymore then my left hand drops. I’m left with a whip made of crimson sparks, a technique I’d worked hard to complete. This specific one, and I nearly killed myself perfecting this, doesn’t spread its flames when resting. As soon as I hit that target though, that’s when things get tricky. 

 I slide my fist down the tail, preparing to cast it. My feet take just a couple of small steps forward and my mind narrows in on my inanimate victim. With a turn of my body, it slings itself across the field and tightens around the bodice of the dummy. I smile with pride as it lands, I can already smell the flames beginning to consume it. I reer back my arm to pull the whole thing back towards me, it soars towards my grasp. My hand comes out to catch it by the neck, and it does, easily. I pull the whip from it and it snaps in two in front of me. The flames dissipate as soon as I will the tool away. I open my eyes to see the mess of wood at my feet. 

 “Next,” I say, eyeing the one behind me in the back left corner of the field. 

 My eyes close once again, and this time I use a different technique. I hold my hand out, and a ball (about the size of a baseball) of fire accumulates into it. I had used this many times back home, we played a lot of baseball at the tech school. I've made this move many times, it’s a hard one to dodge although it doesn’t look like it. I stand up straight, ball in hand. My left foot lunges out, and my hand chucks the burning ball right towards it. As it’s travelling, it’s going to open up like a net to fully consume its prey. When done correctly it will burn its victim entirely without a spark dropping. I hear it hit and open my eyes to see the wooden dummy decimated. 

 Sudden hoots and hollers draw my attention away from my progress. My students stand on the concrete stairs just at the edge of the field. I shy away immediately, embarrassed that I had an audience. 

 “Not bad, hot stuff,” I hear Gojo’s slick voice from behind me. 

 I jump as he startles me, “You have got to stop doing that!” 

 “So this is what you were hiding from me, huh?” He lifts my hand up with his as to inspect it for residue. He has touched me before, but this time…it feels more intimate. It scares me. I pull my hand away from him before he can look any deeper into me. I can’t see his eyes, but I know he must look confused by the way his lips are pursed. I hate myself immediately for doing that to him. I notice Yuuji jogging towards us and take it as an opportunity to grab my jacket that’s lying just a few feet away. It allows me to put space between me and Gojo. 

 I zone out as the students speak with their teacher. I could care less about whatever they’re talking about. It feels like I’m inside myself, watching everything from a backseat view. Gojo’s hand waving in front of my face draws me back out. 

 “Anyways as I was saying,” he turns back to the kids, “In a couple of weeks I’ll be out on a business trip, so I’d like you all to get used to Y/N’s way of doing things.”

 I snap my head towards him with a stern look of confusion, “My way?”

 “They’re not gonna kill us are they?” Megumi asks with a monotone voice. 

 “Well one, I didn’t even know I had my own way of doing things,” I add. 

 “Of course you do, you like to be involved with what they’re doing, walk them through things,” Gojo explains. 

 “I thought you told me not to do that,” I recall our conversation we had on our last mission. 

 “Sometimes, it’s needed I think,” He leans into me on his last words. I instinctively back away. He pretends it doesn’t bother him and continues, “Plus, I think Yuuji could really benefit from the way you teach.” 

 Yuuji and I look at each other, making faces to humor the other. He hops over to my side and links his arm around mine that’s resting on my hip. 

 “Should we start now, m’lady?” He suggests in his most posh voice. 

 “Woah, woah, woah, I’m not done talking!” Gojo interjects. 

 Yuuji’s already starting to lead us by the time I say something back, “We’ll be fine! Headstart, I guess!”

 A frown forms on my colleague’s face, one that the others don’t see because they’re looking at me and Yuuji. A sting in my chest rings when I can’t tell if it’s because he’s mad or just going along with Yuuji. I turn back to the young boy pulling me off the field with a growing lump in my throat. 

-

 “So where are we starting?” The pink haired teen asks, I’m leading now. 

 “Depends,” I answer, “What do you need to work on?” 

 We stop walking for a moment when I see Yuuji stopping to think. 

 “I guess,” his brows pinch together in concentration, “I guess I should start learning how to use cursed energy.” 

 “You don’t know how to use cursed energy?!” His request takes me by surprise. I just assumed he knew what he was doing or that somebody at least had already shown him. 

 “No?!” He gives me a wild eyed expression, and I’m wondering how the hell he’s lived this long. 

 I sigh and rub my forehead, cursing Gojo for giving me such a tedious task. “Okay, okay, c’mon, we need to find a quiet place,” I finally say. We head towards the gardens behind the school’s main building in search of a spot hidden away from everyone else. 

 “Sensei, what are you looking for?” I hear the boy ask from behind me. 

 “Somewhere we can meditate,” I answer, my eyes searching sharply for something. 

 “What about there?” I look back at him and see that he’s pointing out to a small gazebo-type structure that’s floating on the water in a hidden blanket of trees. 

 “Perfect!” I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him into me, “I knew you were useful for somethin’!”

 My knuckles grind into the top of his head and he pleas for me to let him go. I do and we make our way over to the spot he’s picked. 

 “Okay, sit down or lay down or whatever,” I instruct, sitting down myself, “Whatever’s most comfortable for you.” 

 Yuuji lays down next to me, his arms and legs splayed out like he’s about to make a snow angel. “Done,” he says, closing his eyes. 

 “Okay, now I need you to picture what you think your cursed energy manifests as, whether it be some type of electric current or water current or whatever,” I hope this works for him because if it doesn’t then I have no idea what we’ll do. 

 “Okay,” I watch as his face tightens as he begins to concentrate. 

 “Take deep breaths, imagine the energy flowing through you, like how your blood does.” 

 His chest rises and falls as he breathes, and his body relaxes. The tension of focus loosens in his face and I have a feeling he’s getting it. 

 “Okay, now what?” He says quietly. 

 “Now,” I begin, laying down somewhat next to him, “I want you to picture all of your cursed energy going through a single point. Much like how the heart transports blood throughout your body, this needs to be the heart of your energy.”

 It falls quiet between us and all I can hear is the running water of the stream that flows under the pavilion. 

 “I can’t do this, Sukuna just keeps talking,” he finally sighs defeatedly. 

 I can’t help but to laugh, “Is he really that bad?” 

 “Yes. He is really that bad.” 

 “I’m sorry, I know that must be hard for you,” I want to say more. Tell him how much it must suck to have his childhood stolen by a monster, how it pains me that he’ll never have normal teen years, but I don’t. 

 “It’s fine, I chose this, I wouldn’t take it back even if I had the chance to,” he pulls his arms in from his T position to put them behind his head, I do the same. 

 “What’s he like?” I ask out of pure curiosity. 

 “Annoying, but mostly scary,” he admits. 

 “Scary how?” 

 “Scary in an unpredictable way. Like at any moment he could take over and I would no longer have control.” 

 “Neither I nor Gojo would let that happen,” I try to relax his fears, “I could take him, don’t worry.” I give him a big reassuring smile. 

 His little childlike face lights up like he just opened a whole can of hopefulness, “I have no doubts in you, sensei.”

-

 I skip lunch, not really feeling up to food right now. My conversation with Yuuji really put me down—farther than I already was. He continued to tell me about how he grew up, and how he basically had no family. That he was grateful for meeting Megumi and for Gojo bringing him in. He really holds his friends in such high regards and it’s nice to see so much humanity and kindness in one person. He was giving me so much hope for the future of sorcery until I remembered that he is in fact sentenced to death and my whole mood was ruined. It’s just another reminder of how cruel the sorcery world is, how unforgiving it can get. How it takes the brightest of children and kills everything they are. 

 I lay in my bed just staring at the ceiling. I think about Yuuji and my own boy. How similar they were from the beginning. I pray Yuuji never loses his innocence, but I know that’s just wishful thinking. That innocence is already gone. If it were up to me none of these kids would ever feel pain. I’d take all of it away from them if I could. I’d take it away from Gojo too. I may not know everything about him, but I know he’s hurting over something. 

 “Not hungry?” 

 Speak of the devil. 

 “No, not today,” I answer him, not even bothering to look at him. 

 “You okay? You seem off,” Gojo slides my window all the way open to lean over the frame. 

 “I’m fine, just tired.” 

 “I feel like that’s a lie, but I know you won’t tell me the truth so it’s good enough,” he sighs. 

 “What about you? You aren’t eating either.” 

 “I never stop eating,” he laughs, “Don’t worry about me.” 

 “Wasn’t planning on it,” I say under my breath. I know he hears me, but he pretends he doesn’t. “Anyways, where have you been?”

 “I had some things to take care of, that’s all,” I can hear him shuffling into my room from the window. 

 “You know, you should really stop coming in here like that, someone may see and get the wrong idea,” I say finally sitting up, pulling my knees to my chest as I do. 

 “Nahhh,” he shrugs off as he begins to snoop around. I think back to this morning when I was doing the same thing in his room. I would never leave anything that would make me seem vulnerable out in the open though, that’s where we differ. I could never be so foolish. My room also isn’t as messy as his anymore since I cleaned just an hour earlier.

 “Why don’t you have any pictures up?” He asks as he eyes a snow globe that’s sitting on my desk. 

 “Haven’t got anyone to have pictures of,” I reply bluntly, it comes out more melancholic than I wanted it to. He doesn’t say anything back. 

 I watch as he sits on my floor, right in the same spot he slept a couple nights ago. He lays back and stretches out like a cat. 

 “Gojo, I don’t want to sound rude, but I’d just like to be alone right now,” I try to say in the nicest way possible. I wish he would’ve asked before coming in to begin with. 

 “Why don’t you call me by my name?” His question throws me off, like he’d just fully ignored my statement. 

 “What?” 

 “Why don’t you call me by my name?” He repeats. 

 “I do?” 

 “No, Gojo is my last name.” 

 “I know that,” Does he think I’m stupid? I know how names work in the Japanese language. 

 “You’re allowed to call me Satoru,” he snorts. 

 “I’m fine with Gojo,” I can feel the tension in my voice tightening as I grow more frustrated with him being in my space. 

 And as per usual, he reads me perfectly, “Suit yourself, I guess.” He gets up from his spot and walks back over to my window, “I’ll see you later, Y/N.” His demeanor changes, he doesn’t look back at me before he leaves and he’s gone in seconds.

 I feel my chest ache more for being like that to him, shutting him out is hard especially when he’s just so kind. I know I’m hurting myself doing this, but I don’t care. I know if I get any closer to him that’ll be the end for me. I’ll fall for him and then I’m done. I will have lost. But God, it’s so fucking hard when he’s so compelling. Everything about him draws me in, and I’m trying my hardest to resist. 

 I tug at my hair, letting out a groan of irritation. Just get it out of your head, I beg myself, Please. 

-

 The rest of the week goes by slowly. Mainly consisting of training Yuuj in both cursed energy control and combat with cursed tools. He’s a fast learner and super enthusiastic. He’s really made me feel my age, trying to keep up with him is like chasing a squirrel. Definitely made it known how out of shape I was. I started working out again because of him. I run in the mornings before everyone’s up and move the huge tires they have on the practice field back and forth after everyone’s gone to sleep. 

 It’s Friday, I wake up with the worst ache I’ve ever known moving throughout my entire body. I don’t want to get up, but I know I need to. Due to my new workout schedule, my sleep has been reduced to just a few hours which probably isn’t healthy, but what can you do? 

 With heavy eyes, I tear myself from my bed and throw on some running shorts. I grab my tennis shoes from the floor and hold them in my hand. The sky's still somewhat dark when I get outside. The late July air is warm but not scalding. I take in a deep breath and make my way to the track. 

 There’s something so comforting about running alone this early in the morning. The world is still so quiet. And since we’re kind of in the mountains, the breeze that flows through the trees is soothing on my muscles. The birds sing and there’s no loud cars to drown them out. It’s blissful. It gives me room to think. And I’ve had so much time to think. 

 Gojo never pushed on the matters of our conversation that we had Monday. Matter of fact, we haven’t really spoken much at all. He’s been texting me though. Every night in fact. Wondering where I was. I think he just assumes we’ll spend every night out on the deck talking. Now that I workout every morning and night, I no longer have to run into him in the dorms. It’s better this way whether he believes that or not. I’ll give in tonight though. I can’t just cut him out completely, that would create too much of a toxic workplace, and I’d rather not deal with that. 

 I get back to our dorms by six thirtyish according to my watch. I’m out of breath and desperate for water. I slip my shoes off before entering our building. Just as I open the door, I’m met with that six foot three wall that always tends to show up at the most inconvenient times. 

 “You do not look well,” he snorts as he takes in my dishevelled appearance. 

 “No shit, I just ran three miles,” I heave out, “Now if you’d please move.” 

 I start to walk towards my room, but he blocks me with his lean body. 

 He looks down at me with his masked face and smirks, “You know, the other day I noticed a very strange smell in my room.” 

 “Maybe you should clean it then,” I suggest as I still try to get by him, just desperate to get into my room. 

 “It smelled a bit,” he leans down closer so that he’s right in front of my face, “burnt.” 

 My eyes go wide, and I try to play it cool, “Like how?” 

 “Were you or were you not in my room?” His arms cross over his chest, but he isn’t angry. He’s more amused than anything, maybe he’s giddy over the assumption that I was so curious about him that I’d sneak into his room without him there. 

 “Monday?” I try to play it cool, “Yeah, I was looking for you, but you weren’t there so I left.” 

 His smirk grows into a sly smile, and I’m finally able to push past him, “Maybe don’t leave your door unlocked next time.” 

 I enter my room quickly and shut the door behind me. My heart’s beating out of my chest, and I’m overthinking everything. He definitely left it unlocked on purpose. He knew. He knew I’d let my curiosity get the best of me. God he is so—

 Has he done the same to mine? Has he snooped around my room without me knowing? Has he found anything that he could use against me? 

Use against me. 

 Why would he ever use anything against me, he’s not that type of person. I need to stop being so paranoid. 

 I shake everything from me and strip my body of the sweaty clothes I have on. I turn my shower on and step into the hot stream of water. Washing away everything with the dirt and grime. 

-

 I sit in the grass overseeing my students practice with each other. My jacket is tied around my waist and the warm early evening breeze blows through me. I watch with a proud smile on my face as Yuuji pins Megumi to the ground using a move I taught him. Megumi’s face is showing that he’s unhappy with it, but I know he secretly likes it. If the person I was crushing on pinned me down like that, I’d be swooning. 

 “Alright, alright that’s enough, my turn,” Maki chimes in as she pulls Yuuji by the collar to fight her cousin. She helps Megumi to his feet and they ready their positions. 

 “Yuuji’s doing well,” Gojo’s voice suddenly says beside me. His little teleports don’t even phase me anymore, I’ve just accepted that he could show up at any time. 

 “He’s a fast learner,” I reply, “We work well together.” 

 “I think it’s because you two are so much alike,” He leans back in the grass at an angle as we both watch the Zen’in rejects scrap. 

 “Really?” I ask, looking at him. It always surprises me how he always looks so calm and collected even when it’s hot out. 

 “Yeah, I think so at least,” he reiterates. 

 “I thought maybe you and I were more alike than anything,” I add, turning back to the dual. 

 “Oh really? And why is that?” 

 “Just a feeling.” That’s all I give him because that’s all it is, just a small gut feeling. Maybe that’s why he bothers me so much internally, sometimes he’s like looking into a mirror at my old self. Myself before the loss, before the innocence was taken from me. 

 I suddenly feel sick and excuse myself from him, making my way to the nearest bathroom. I find one just inside the nearest building and lock myself inside. I turn the sink on to let cold water run, my palms cup and pool with the water. I bring it to my face to cool myself off, the cold shocks my nerves back into normality. It’s just the heat, that’s it. Nothing else. 

 “Y/N?” It’s him. He’s knocking at the door, and I roll my eyes. 

 “I’m fine, the heat’s just gotten to me,” I try to keep a cool tone so that maybe he won’t pry any more. 

 “Okay, just making sure you’re alright.” It works. 

 He leaves me, and I can breathe again. As I stand there leaning against the sink, I think back to what Megumi said. 

 He’s different around you.

 My head starts to ache. I’m a terrible person. How evil of me to be so cruel to him lately. He’s nothing but kind to me, and here I am pushing him away. I’ll talk to him tonight, explain my behavior. There’s no reason I should be making myself miserable like this. I’m allowed to be happy. I unlock the door and leave the bathroom, meeting back up with him on the practice field.

 “Oh good, you’re back,” he says, throwing his arm around my neck like he does to Megumi, “I was wondering if you’d be so kind as to join me for dinner tonight in our lovely dorm’s kitchen.” 

 I look at him funny, not at all expecting him to ask me that. 

 “Oh don’t give me that look, I promise you’ll love it,” he says, letting go of me and walking towards the students to dismiss them. 

 Megumi is on the ground once again as Maki holds his arm behind his back in a painful manner. He takes a deep breath the second she gets off of him and he pushes himself up defeatedly. They all start to walk back to their dorms and Gojo escorts me back to ours. 

 “I’m gonna change clothes first, if you don’t mind,” I say walking towards my door. 

 “Yeah, go ahead, I was gonna do the same.” We both enter our rooms simultaneously, I strip my thick uniform off of me and try to find something to wear. I realize I have no idea what’s appropriate, so there’s no other choice than to ask the man that invited me his opinion. 

 I walk over to my window, sliding it open and leaning over it. “Gojo!” 

 I wait a few seconds before he slides his own open. His torso is bare from what I can tell but I can really only see his shoulders. “Yes?” He answers.

 “What do I wear?” I feel silly for even asking. 

 He laughs, “Whatever you feel comfortable wearing, this isn’t a five star restaurant.” 

 I groan in false annoyance and get back to my clothing hunt. I find a pair of black athletic joggers in my drawer and pull them on. I start rummaging through my closet before finding a loose fitting travel tee that I’ve had for forever. I throw it on and meet Gojo in the hallway. We walk down to the dorm’s kitchen together, but he stops me before I can enter. 

 “Close your eyes,” he tells me. Skeptical, I close my eyes and go along with it. His hand grabs my wrist and my skin lights up at the feeling of him squeezing me. He leads me in and I’m growing weary at what he has planned. 

 “Okay, now open,” he instructs. 

 My eyes open to see the kitchen’s island full of different ingredients all for different dishes native to where I’m from. 

 “Gojo, what the fuck?!” The words stumble out before I can stop them, “How did you get all of this?” 

 “I had them shipped, that’s what I was doing last weekend,” He’s got the cheekiest smile on his face. 

 “But how? There’s no way it got here that fast!”

 “Expedited,” He adds. 

 If I didn’t know better I think I’d kiss him right here and now, but of course, I know better. I continue to look over everything, putting recipes together in my head that I’ve known for as long as I can remember. 

 “Wanna help me cook?” I ask him. He more than happily obliges and we get to work on dinner.  

 “No, Gojo that’s—“ My own laughter cuts me off, Gojo’s chopping vegetables like he’s never touched a kitchen utensil in his life. I take over quickly as we both are thrown into a laughing fit. He backs off a little bit to let me do it, his gaze is heavy on me and I’m trying to not think too much of it. 

  “Should I open the wine?” He suggests. 

 “There’s wine?” I look at him as if I’m upset he hadn’t mentioned it earlier. 

 He grabs two stemless glasses from the cabinet over us and grabs the bottle from the fridge. I watch as he pours the white wine gracefully, the sparkling liquid makes my mouth water just at the sight of it. He hands me one of the glasses, I swirl it around a bit and sniff lightly like I’m a professional wine taster. The glass kisses my lips and my taste buds are overjoyed with the sweet flavor. 

 “It’s good?” Gojo raises his eyebrows at me as he sips his own. 

 “So good,” I reply with a raise of my glass to him. 

 He leans against the island behind me and just watches me as I cook. But he isn’t just looking at me, he’s studying me. Observing my every move, memorizing every ingredient I prepare and where I put them. 

 “I can feel you staring.” 

 “I know.”

 Something tells me he’s got that slight smile on his face and I’m glad I can’t see him. Something about it makes my mind melt when I see it. 

 “Okay, this should be done within half an hour,” I tell him as I set the stove’s heat to just below medium and put the lid on the pot, “Could you cook some rice?” 

 “Yes, Chef!” He chants like he’s on an episode of Hell’s Kitchen. I giggle into my wine glass as I watch him wash the rice in the sink and then pour it into the rice cooker. I clear a spot on the island to sit up on to relieve my busy feet. Gojo stands across from me leaning against the counter just beside the stove. 

 We sit in a few minutes of silence, just taking in each other’s presence and the wine. I can feel a certain question lingering, but I don’t think he wants to ruin the mood by asking it. 

 I sigh, sitting my now half empty glass down beside me, “Go ahead, ask.” 

 “What was up with you this week?” He shoots no less than a second after. 

 I huff, “Megumi and I had a conversation and he brought up something that freaked me out. Then I got depressed about it, that’s it.” 

 “Hmm, too vague, continue please,” He urges with a faint smirk on his already tipsy face. 

 I chug the last of my wine before continuing, “He had asked me what I thought about you. Not only that but Maki and Nobara had asked the same beforehand. It felt like to me that they’re all trying to set us up, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that so I closed myself up to see if I could just push it out.” 

 “Did that work?” Even with covered eyes, I can still see that he’s studying my face. 

 “No, it just made me feel worse,” I motion for him to pass me the wine bottle that’s beside him so I can pour another glass. “You’re always so kind to me and I’m such a cunt to you.” 

 “You Americans are so vulgar,” he teases at my choice of words, “But you are not a cunt. You have your reasons for being so closed off, and I respect it. I just wish you’d trust me a little more.” 

 “Yeah, well that’s not very easy to do when I know nothing about you,” I say half jokingly, my glass touching my lips. 

 “You know things about me,” he laughs. 

 “Who’s Suguru?” The question slips from my tongue before I can even think, and I immediately want to take it back. He probably won’t even want to talk about it. 

 “How do you know that name?” I can’t read his face. He doesn’t seem angry or upset or anything. 

 “I saw a picture on the floor in your room when I was looking for you, the names on the back were Satoru, Shoko and Suguru,” I explain honestly. 

  He sticks his hand out to me to ask for the wine bottle, it wasn’t until now that I noticed his glass was empty. “Suguru was my best friend,” he says pouring the crystal liquid, “My first love, if you will.” 

 “He seemed like he was a kind person.”

 “He was.” Gojo swirls his glass around as he stares at his reflection in the drink. 

 I don’t ask what happened to him. I don’t think I want to know. I’d rather just assume that maybe they grew apart like how people usually do. Maybe they just lost touch after high school. But the look on Gojo’s face tells me that it’s worse than that. The timer saves us from anymore awkward silence as it startles us both. 

 I turn the stove’s heat off and fix Gojo’s plate along with my own. He thanks me and we both sit at the high kitchen table in the middle of the room. I await his reaction to my food anxiously. 

 “Do you like it?” I ask, nearly sweating. 

 “This food is so fucking good, Y/N,” he says pointing his spoon at me, “But I don’t know if it’s because of you or if it’s because I’m starving.” 

 My jaw drops to give him a falsely offended look, “Well, I can always just take it to the students, at least they appreciate you.” 

 “Speaking of the students,” he leans in a bit closer to me over the table, “Don’t look, but we seem to have a bit of an audience.” 

 With a slight nod to his left, I know he’s talking about the window. Now that he’s pointed them out, I can sense all of them except for Panda and Inumaki. 

 “Should we put on a show for them?” I jokingly suggest. I’m sure they’re waiting on a big romantic moment that will never happen. 

 Without a word, Gojo takes my hand in his and kisses the back of it. My heart stops almost entirely, and I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks. His lips are plump against my skin, and it feels like my blood’s run cold in my hand. 

 “That got ‘em,” he whispers as he pulls away from me, “They’re freaking out over there.” 

 “You’re gonna make them think that you actually like me,” I laugh. 

 “What can I say? I’m a great actor,” he drops my hand and I pull it back as it throbs. Of course he’s just acting. That’s all this is. I force a laugh. 

 “Hold on,” he pauses before teleporting himself out. Within two seconds, I hear a slew of screams and I know that he’s scared them off. He’s back in his seat the very next second. 

 “Now I don’t have to act anymore,” he gives me a half smile and I can’t tell what he means anymore. It doesn’t matter either way, I guess. 

 “Anyways, what else did you and Megumi talk about? I’m curious, the kid’s not much of a talker,” he changes the subject quickly. 

 “Well,” I swallow a bite of my food, “I think I got him to open up because we have almost the same familial situation.” 

 “Oh, really?” 

 “Kind of? We were both abandoned, except he got to have you save him, I just got held hostage by the damn government,” I explain as I pick around my food. 

 “What do you mean?” 

  “My parents dropped me off at a very young age at a psychiatric facility because apparently I was insane for being able to see curses. There weren’t very many sorcerers at the time so they just saw me as some schizo. Anyways, they never came back for me and before I became a teenager, some government officials came looking for me and now here I am,” I try to just shrug it off, but Gojo’s concerned face hurts to look at. 

 “Damn,” he isn’t able to look at me, “Makes sense as to why he likes you.” 

 “Might like me even more than you,” I laugh to try and clear the tension. 

 “Oh he’d better not, I’ve done so many things for that kid!” He sounds like a dad when he says it, it’s cute. 

  “What was it like?” I ask as I sip my wine, “Being a teen dad I mean.” 

 “Fucking hard,” he chuckles, “and I had two!” 

 “I think you raised him pretty well, he’s a good kid,” the smile I give him is genuine and it seems to comfort him. 

 “I hope so, I wish I could tell him the truth about his dad though.” 

 “Yeah, I get it, when or if he’s ever ready to hear about him, I’m sure you’ll be the first person he asks,” I reach out for his hand this time, rubbing my thumb over the back of it. 

 His head shifts to our hands touching so tenderly and then he looks back to me. His expression is soft. Everything in me wishes to see his eyes, but I know if I did I’d probably drown in then. My heart and my brain are yelling at each other, but I ignore it all as I gaze at him. 

 “What was it like raising yours?” His voice is hesitant, “Only if you’re okay with me asking, of course.” 

 “No, I don’t mind,” I reassure, “He was a sweet kid, well, until he wasn’t. I loved him through it all though. I thought that maybe if I loved him enough he’d stop. He’d see that there’s more to life than dark power, but…y’know.” 

 “Unfortunately, love just isn’t enough sometimes,” he sighs, “Trust me, I know from personal experience.” 

 “Yeah…” I reply as I pick around my food with my spoon. 

 “We do our best though anyways, don’t we?” 

 I smile softly, “Yeah, we do.” 

 I feel his gaze linger on me as I go back to eating, it’s warm. Like a ray of midday sunshine on your skin. It feels nice. However, it may just be the wine providing that.

-

 “Thank you, Gojo, really,” I say to him wholeheartedly as I stand outside my door, “No one’s ever done anything like that for me, I really appreciate it.” 

 “It’s nothing really, just wanted you to feel more at home,” he grins as he stuffs his hands in his back pockets. 

 “Are you sure it wasn’t apart of your big, elaborate plan to get me to fall in love with you?” I laugh, resting my back against the wooden door. 

 “No, no, no,” his chuckles come out almost nervously as he looks to the floor, “I have a feeling it wouldn’t be that easy with you, anyways.” 

 “You would be correct,” I confirm with a cock of my eyebrow. 

 It’s quiet for a moment, like there’s something lingering between us waiting to happen. “I should get to bed,” I finally speak, and it comes out more awkward than I expected, “I’ve been awake for far too long.” 

 “Yeah, yeah, get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says, beginning to step back towards his room. 

 “Goodnight,” I wave. 

 “Goodnight!” 

 My door pushes open and I barrel myself inside. My back slides down the wall as I grab hold of my face. 

 “Oh this is bad,“ my voice speaks aloud. “This is really bad.” 

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gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 4 ┊ wc: 3.9k

cw: angst, fluff, reader gets to know megumi a little more, one on one time with megumi, reader gets scared of feelings, stubborn reader, gojo being a cutie as always

author’s note: so sorry for the delay! been super busy with work & have had no motivation with this chapter bc for some reason is was hard for me to write. i had no idea where to take it but i think it turned out alright! please make sure to REBLOG along with liking. just liking does nothing for reach! this isnt instagram!

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I’m awoken by the gleaming rays of sun reflecting through my window. It takes a minute for my vision and hearing to adjust as I come out of my sleep. My arms stretch out in front of me, and I let out a strained groan at the pull of my muscles. My fists circle my eyes asI force myself to sit up. With a hunched back, I just sit, pulling my comforter around my body. My eyes threaten to keep closed with every second, and all I want to do is get back to sleep. I realize I’d never slept so hard, even harder than the night before. I don’t know what Gojo has in him, but it’s like he’s the fucking sandman. I wasn’t riddled with nightmares and didn’t once stir in my sleep. My brain alerts me, Gojo. I quickly look to where he was sleeping on the floor to find an empty pallet. I feel my gut fill with disappointment. I don’t know why I thought he’d stay the whole night. Silly me.

The jiggle of my door handle startles me and it opens with a struggle. “Sorry, did I wake you?” Gojo’s stupid fucking concerned smile radiates the room. I can’t help but to smile back at him. His lanky body walks with such grace as he carries two trays of food, he brought me breakfast?

“You didn’t have to…”

“Oh, please, I can’t have you missing meals,” He says handing me my tray.

“Oh, you don’t have to sit on the floor,” I unravel the blanket around me to motion to the end of my bed, “you can sit up here.”

He folds a leg under him as he sits, the mattress sinks in lightly at his weight. I scoot myself back to give him more room.

“I got you some omurice and miso soup,” He says pointing to each item with his chopsticks, “I got extra natto, too, if you wanted to try it.”

“Do you want some tea?“ I ask him as I get up to get some for myself.

“Tea sounds great.”

“It’s sweet tea, though.”

“Is all tea not sweet?”

“Gojo, it’s southern sweet tea, like iced,” I laugh as I pour a cup for each of us, “I made it the other day.”

“I would love to try your snazzy southern American drink,” he says in the most cliche American southern accent.

“Do that again and I will throw this drink in your face,” I chuckle, “We do not sound like that.”

“Okay, switch,” he offers a small bowl of natto to me as his other hand waits for the tea. We make a quick hand off and I settle back into my spot. I watch as he brings the drink to his lips and takes a satisfying swig. His face contorts as he swallows, “Christ, that is sweet.”

“If it doesn’t taste like a heart attack then it ain’t sweet enough,” I laugh as I sip my own.

“Try the natto!”

I use my chopsticks to stir the soybeans. Its mucus-like texture is quite different to me but definitely intrigues me. Its smell is also something I’ve never really experienced, it doesn’t bother me though. My chopsticks pick up a small cluster and I stuff them into my mouth. I chew slowly as I try to gather the taste onto every bud of my tongue.

“I like it, it’s different, but good,” I inform the boy in front of me.

“A lot of people don’t, the consistency scares ‘em away,” he replies, stuffing his own face.

“Where I’m from, there’s plenty of questionable foods, this is nothing.”

“Do you cook?”

“I used to, now that I’m here though, I don’t have the things I need to make the dishes from home,” my smile slowly fades as I think about it. I’d do anything for a homemade dish right about now.

“If I was able to get them, could you cook for us?”

My eyes dart to meet his, “Us as in me and you or us as in all of us.?”

“Whichever you want,” he looks at me over the top of his miso bowl that’s being drained into his mouth.

“Yeah, I’d love to, that’d be nice,” the smile I once had creeps back into my face and I can even feel a light blush flush my cheeks. His kindness always takes me by surprise. Gojo wasn’t a well spoken topic back home but he’s a well known sorcerer internationally. Word gets around eventually. All I’d heard about him was that he was kind of a player, snooty and narcissistic. But from what Gojo’s shown me of himself, he’s just a normal dude. He’s super down to earth and so caring. Makes me wonder how rumors like that even spread about him.

“Oh, by the way, do we have a library?” I ask as I finish my last bite.

“Yeah, I’ll show you where it is when I get back,” he says, picking up my tray along with his. As soon as he’s out of my room I take the opportunity to get dressed for the day. I throw on some loose jeans and a t-shirt and head to my bathroom to brush my teeth. As I exit my bathroom, Gojo is already back and cleaning up his pallet off the floor to take back to his room.

“Let me get dressed and I’ll be back,” he tells me with full arms. I leave my room after him and wait for him outside of his door. After about five or so minutes, he comes back out in a pair of sports joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt. My eyes subconsciously avert to his thighs. I hate it, but the thin fabric hugs them so perfectly and I can’t help but to look. He luckily doesn’t notice and I quickly look away once he sees my face.

“Okay, follow me~” he sings as he walks past me. He leads me out of our building and to one that’s behind the main schooling unit. “Here, we are,” He says, opening the door for me, “I have to run a few errands so I’ll be back this evening, If you need anything Shoko is always in her office.” I nod to him and catch the door from him.

“Oh and I realized I didn’t have your contact info, care to exchange?”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I reply as I reach into my back pocket for my phone. We switch devices and put each other’s numbers into them. He hands my phone back to me and leaves me with a goodbye. I glance down at my screen to see that he’s put himself in as ‘Satoru’ with a little wizard emoji next to it. It coerces a smile from me as I slip my phone back into my pocket and enter the library.

It’s empty and as bad as I feel about it, I’m grateful to finally have time to myself. It’s a rather small library, only about ten to fifteen shelves of books. A few tables are placed here and there and the lighting is fairly dim. I notice that candles line the walls in their little sconces. With a snap of my fingers I activate my technique and each wick is lit with a small flame. The room becomes vibrant from the flickering lights. I smirk to myself in pride, such a simple motion but yet so satisfying to perform.

“Hello?” a voice speaks from beyond one of the looming shelves.

Startled, my head snaps in the direction of the voice, “Uh…hello?”

“Y/N sensei?” wild strands of black hair make themselves known from behind the shelf.

“Oh, Megumi, I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry to disturb you.”

“How did you do that?” He questions, pointing to the candles.

“I—what?”

“That!” his arm sharply extends to his previous focal point, “How did you do that!”

I smirk, “You mean this?” I lift my hand, and my pointer finger extends. A flame appears just above it, as if my own finger was one of the waxy sticks that clung to the wall.

“Is that your technique?” I am taken aback by the nonchalant tone in his voice.

“Well, I’m sorry it’s no shadow technique,” A playful scoff slips from me.

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” he spills apologies, “I’m just interested in what you can do.”

“Ever seen Avatar the Last Airbender?”

“That’s an American show right? I think I’ve seen it.”

“Yeah,” I confirm, “My technique is based off of the fire benders, I have no creativity so I took inspiration from things like that.”

“Why haven’t you used it around us? I think everyone else would find it pretty cool,” he leans slightly to the right to rest a shoulder against one of the bookshelves, his foot crosses over the other.

“Cons of using fire,” my palms rub together, “Dry spells tend to be a nuisance.” He just nods in understanding as his eyes divert back to the candles.

“Megumi,” his attention from the candles lands back on me, “Y’know, I’m pretty sure this is the longest we’ve spoken, and I’ve been here almost a month.”

His lips purse, and I can sense nervous irritation swirling around in that mess of a head of his.

“Quiet kid, huh?” I laugh as he groans, embarrassed I’m sure.

“I guess.”

My feet begin to explore the room, “What were you doing in here anyway?”

“I just like to get away for a bit sometimes,” He leaves his spot from the shelf and disappears back into the rows of books.

“I get it,” I answer, “If I could, I think I’d spend every day alone.”

“I’m just used to it,” I hear Megumi’s voice echo from the back of the room.

“How come?” I start to search the shelves myself for anything that may catch my interest.

He doesn’t reply right away, instead all I can hear is the sleek pulling of books.

“My mom died when I was very young,” he finally says, and I sense emptiness in his voice, “My dad abandoned me soon after. It was just me and my sister then.”

“That’s when Gojo found you, right?” I ask as my fingers scan over the old spines.

“Yeah,” I hear a strained sigh leave him.

“That must have been hard for you, things are better now though, right?”

“No, yeah don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for Gojo and everything he’s done for me, I just–”

“Wish you got the parents you deserved?” I finished for him.

“Yeah…” I can see him now through the shelf and his head hangs low at his admission.

“I’m the same way,” I sympathize, “My family wasn’t all that great either.”

He looks at me over the books, a gleam of comfort in his dark eyes.

“But I love the family I have here, now and I’d do anything for you guys,” a soft smile spreads on my face. He’s trying to hide it, but I can see the curl of his lips all too clearly.

“What is it with teachers and being able to get their students to speak so freely?” He chuckles.

I laugh in reply, “It’s just in our genes, it works on Gojo, too.”

“You got Gojo to talk? About himself? Oh, how shocking!” The black haired boy says sarcastically.

“Oh, hush, it’s different,” I wave his tone away.

As if on cue, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out to see Gojo’s sent me a message. “Speak of the devil,” I say aloud.

Satoru: *one attachment*

I unlock my phone to see he’s sent a picture of a little white cat nuzzling against his leg on the street.

Satoru: you think they’d let us keep her?

Me: absolutely not

“What is it?” Megumi asks, looking over the books as if he could even see my phone that way.

“Gojo’s found a cat and is asking if he could bring it back,” I say, turning my phone and showing him the picture.

“Principal Yaga’s already yelled at him I don’t know how many times for trying to bring cats here,” His eyes roll in annoyance at his elder.

I laugh in response as I picture this six foot two man coming up to the school with an arm full of stray cats.

“He’s so stupid, I swear,” Megumi’s voice moves from behind the shelf as he walks around to me. I spot a couple of books in his arms and raise and eyebrow at him in confusion.

“These are books about jujutsu history in Japan, I figured you’d want to know more about it,” He explains. He dumps the books into my arms and my body dips at the weight of them.

“Thanks, now I have homework,” I huff as I readjust them in my arms.

“I would get started now,” He suggests.

“Well fine, if you wanted me gone that bad,” I reply playfully, walking past him and to the door. He waves me off and I head back to my room with my new assignment in hand.

-

My fingers flip through one of the books. The pages are full of images of past curse users and cursed tools that are still in use today. My lips sip from the straw in my cup as I concentrate. I don’t know how long I’ve been laying here outside my window, but I’m almost to the middle of the first book, and my eyes are starting to feel dry. The urge to stretch overcomes me, and my muscles extend out like a house cat that’s been sleeping all day. I put the book down to my side and tap my phone that’s sitting next to it. I’d been so encapsulated in reading, I hadn’t even noticed that I missed lunch. My arms stretch out before me once again, this time a strained groan is forced through my lips. I sigh and lean back against the wall, feeling too comfortable to make myself get up just yet.

I look to my left to see that messy black head of hair from earlier trudging along the path in the garden. “Megumi!” I call out to him. His head snaps in my direction and he stops walking.

“Oh, there you are, I’ve been looking for you,” he yells from where he stands, “I was just about to get lunch, wanna join?”

“Please, I’m starving!” I quickly get up from my spot and jog over to him, books still in hand.

“How far did you get?” He asks as he notices the books.

“Not far at all, it’s really caught my interest though.”

“Yeah, I’ve found a lot on the Zenins in some of them, it’s taught me a couple of things if I’m being honest.”

“Oh? But you have yet to train with me?” I tease.

“After the way you took Gojo? No thank you, I’m good.”

I laugh at his response as we walk in unison to get our lunch.

-

“Okay, what you were saying earlier about not having a good family life,” he says, stuffing a spoonful of rice into his mouth, “I’d like to know more.”

I let out a sigh, “Of course you do.” I look away from him as I chew my food.

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he adds.

“I told myself I’d be more open,” I admit.

“So…”

“But!” My voice pitches up as I prepare my compromise, “You have to tell me what’s going on between you and Yuuji.”

His head falls back with an annoyed groan, like I’d caught him in one big secret.

“Please, it’s so obvious you like him,” I push.

“Fine, Fine! You’re right, I do, but you gotta promise not to say anything, not even to Gojo,” he bargains with a pinky extended towards me. I take it with my own knowing damn well I would be relaying this whole conversation to the white haired idiot later on.

“Megumi, you’re not as mysterious as you think you are,” I smirk at him as I take a sip of tea. He only responds with an eye roll.

“Okay, your turn,” he nods to me.

I lean back onto the wall behind me to relax myself before I open up. “As you might be aware, sorcery isn’t very common overseas. Due to that, I was treated as an outcast early on in life. Especially in the states, they just take that stuff as a psychological issue, and my parents let them do just that. They hospitalized me so young. I think I was around twelve or thirteen when someone from the government came for me. They took me out and brought me to that secluded box of a school. I’d been there ever since. I don’t even remember what my parents looked like. To my knowledge, I no longer exist legally,” I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest. He’s concentrated, like he’s taking in every word.

“Wow, uh, that’s a lot,” he shifts in his spot on the floor, “I thought my sob story was bad.”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got you beat there, bud,” I laugh, “it’s whatever though, I guess.”

“No, it’s not whatever,” Megumi protests, “It’s fucked up, and you’re allowed to be angry about it.”

My body tenses at his words. A spoonful of food half way into my mouth as it finally clicks in my brain. I realized, in the past fifteen or so years, I had been so busy distracting myself that I never allowed myself to be angry at my situation. I had never been given the time. I was always either training or exercising curses. They had never allowed me time to actually think.

“Well,” I falter, “I did not expect a fifteen year old to offer me such therapeutic advice.”

“I’m sure Gojo would say the same,” he vouches.

“Yeah, he probably would,” I pick around at my food as Megumi’s words settle into my thoughts.

“By the way, what do you think of him?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” I look at him confused.

“I think you know what I mean,” he looks at me with lifted eyebrows as he sips from his tea.

“All of you are so nosy!” My voice disguises itself in fake annoyance, “It’s like y'all want us to be a thing or something.”

“I don’t mean to push that on you!” He clarifies, “I just…he’s different around you.”

“Different how?”

“He’s giddier, reminds me of how he was when I was younger,” I notice a small smile carve into his face, “It’s just nice to see him be so energetic again.”

“I think it’s just because we have a lot in common, maybe he’s just comfortable around me,” I dismiss, “We’re just close friends, I guess, nothing more.”

I feel my heart begin to ache at my words, and my mood changes instantly. Megumi notices my discomfort and tries to speak, but my actions are faster.

“Sorry Megumi, I’m gonna go, I’m not that hungry anymore,” I get to my feet quickly and am out the door before he can say anything.

I feel terrible. One, for leaving him so rudely. Two, for being so dramatic. And three, for making myself feel like this. It’s just too soon. The wounds of last year are still so fresh, and I’m scared to heal them. I appreciate that these kids think that we’d be good for each other, but it will never be in the cards for me. Gojo would never look at me that way. Whatever the students are seeing in him now is just hopeful imaginations. From what I’ve been told, he’s always been this way. I am not special.

I clutch my chest in hopes to relieve the ache. My feet stumble over one another as I try to get back to my dorm as quick as I can. I feel so stupid for even getting upset over something like this. A dumb hypothetical situation! My mind races with solutions to resolve these fantasies. I close myself into my room to hide away from the world, as per usual when I find myself too overwhelmed with feelings.

My feet pace the floor as I think. My mind finds every possible outcome and plays them on film. Scenarios of Gojo and I, what we would look like as a couple, how dates would go, even marriage shoves itself in there just to rub it in my face. But then I see him, I see it. Gojo’s body being pulled apart just like hers had been. My brain forces me to imagine every rib being ripped from his sternum, every organ being torn from him. I hear his blood curdling scream of agony. I shut down, unable to bear anymore. I stop pacing and make up my mind.

I won’t allow myself to get used to him. Because eventually, one of us will be thrown out like last week’s trash, and for as selfish as this may sound, I pray to a god that it’s him.

-

Night falls before I know it, and I notice that Gojo still hasn’t returned. I assume maybe it’s because he just got caught up in whatever business he had been doing all day. Either way it didn’t matter to me. I had been in my room since running out on Megumi so abruptly, he came by just before six to inform me that dinner was ready. I told him I wasn’t hungry without even opening the door. I’d rather just sit here in my own self pity and wallow in it. I just kept thinking about how easily Gojo had me tear down my walls, and how much that actually annoys me. I do appreciate him as a friend, but we would never be more, there was no need for him to know me any deeper. It’s best I just distance myself and continue my work as a teacher, if I have to transfer again, I’ll do it.

I can feel the small child in me screaming that I’m wrong. But what do they know? This is to protect myself. Shield me from the hurt that is the world of sorcery. You can’t just move on from watching the person you love be slaughtered in front of you. My days are numbered as a sorcerer, involving myself with anyone at this point would be futile.

I feel a hot tear slide down my cheek. I try to wipe it away, but more angrily appear. I sob quietly, my head between my knees as my shoulders shake. It’s a short cry. Just one of those where you’re feeling too many things at once and something has to be let out somehow and this is the way it chooses to release itself. I suddenly think about how tomorrow is monday, and that although I’m struggling, I have to keep working. That I have to pretend that my own loneliness isn’t killing me slowly. Despite that, I accept it. I accept that I have to wake up at six in the morning and brush my teeth and do all the things normal people do until I’m not. Until I’m teaching children how to defend themselves against monsters, teaching them how to kill.

“Jesus Christ,” I sigh exasperatedly, my body flops to lay down properly in my bed, “I wish I was a worm.”

Although I haven’t changed into pajamas or even gotten under my covers, my eyes close and my breathing slows. My body shuts down, and everything goes quiet.

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gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 3 ┊ wc: 7.7k

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My first couple of weeks fly by. Missions assigned to me are pretty relaxed, their way of assimilating me into how they run things. I’d been spending most days training the students in combat. Although, Gojo had mentioned to me that I’d be joining them on a mission today. He said something about wanting me to go on missions with Yuuji while he’s still just a couple of Sukuna fingers deep.

“Y/N!” I hear Gojo yell from Ijichi’s car. I chirp up, focusing back on what I’m meant to be doing, and jog to meet him and the students.

“Okay, where is it this time?” Megumi sighs from the backseat.

“Ironically, a church,” Gojo answers, passing back an ipad to them that contained all the information.

“I think that’s pretty fitting, a lot of my missions used to be in churches,” I chime in. Gojo looks at me, interested, but stays silent. Megumi shushes his classmates that are beginning to make a ruckus over the mission’s details.

“We’re here,” Gojo sings as we step out of the suv, “I’ll leave this one to you three.”

“You leave every mission to us, what do you mean,” Megumi scoffs, causing me to snort out a laugh behind them.

“Because there is no doubt in my mind that you guys can handle anything!” Gojo ruffles his hair and receives a death glare from the younger boy, “Plus, we’re always here if anything happens.” He motions between us, and I feel appreciative that he includes me .

“I trust Y/N sensei to come in after us more than Gojo sensei, if we’re being honest,” Nobara mumbles to Yuuji as they make their way to the church.

Gojo brings two fingers up next to his face, “Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure.” I watch as the hazy black veil descends on the area surrounding the church.

“I don’t care how old I get, it will always be so cool to me that we can do that,” my childlike excitement blurts.

“I have a feeling it doesn’t take much to thrill you,” he chuckles, leaning back against the car. I follow.

“You would be right, sir,” I confirm, “You really think they’re gonna be okay by themselves? These types of curses are tough.”

“You worry too much,” he waves off my concern, “besides, I can’t have them relying on me.” He turns around to Ijichi who’s still sitting in the car, “You can go, we’ll stay here and let you know when we need you.” Ijichi nods and drives off, leaving us in the dark.

Gojo motions for me to sit on the curb with him, “Did they tell you anything about me before you came here?”

“Other than you being from a major family and that you were strong, no, nothing,” I reply as I sit, my curiosity heightening.

“The strongest.”

“Huh?”

“You said I was just strong,” he looks down at his hands and fiddles with them, “I’m the strongest.”

“Like the strongest sorcerer?” my brows furrow, somewhat in disbelief, “In the world?”

“Yup,” his tone is almost melancholic which confuses me even more, “since the day I was born.”

“And?”

“Aaand,” he mocks as he turns his face to me, “because of that, curses are getting stronger.”

“I’m still not following, sorry.”

He sighs, “One day, I’m gonna die, and this world will be left to them.” His hand begins to rub the back of his neck, almost like he’s nervous, “I have to teach them that they can surpass me.”

“Ah, I see,” I see now why he puts everything into his teaching, he cares for these kids and what they’ll become. He puts every bit of faith in them, and I find that admirable. “I wish I was like you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“My kids deserved someone like that, sometimes I feel like I just wasn’t it for them,” I confess, embarrassed to do so.

“I’m sure you did your best with what you were given,” he comforts with a hand on my shoulder. I tense under his touch.

“I’ll have to tell you more about it later,” I turn to him, “when I’m comfortable.” I feel like I’m coming out of my shell a bit around him which comforts me, but it also terrifies me.

“That’s what I like to hear!” He cheers next to me, “But really, don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I give in, my chin rests on a flat palm. Silence falls over us, it’s not awkward, I just think we’re both tired from the week. I watch the streets on either side of us, it’s late so not many cars are passing by. The street lamps dimly lit the sidewalks, and if I’m being honest, it’s eerie. Something doesn’t feel right. I check my phone, it’s been at least forty five minutes since the first years entered. My knee begins to bounce as anxiety floods my body.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Gojo says suddenly, “if anything goes wrong, Megumi will give us a signal.”

“What if something’s happened to Megumi?” As always, my mind creates the worst case scenario.

“You need to have more faith in these kids.”

I groan in annoyance, and my head falls into my hands. I know he’s right, but it’s just hard when all you want to do is protect them from everything. Twenty minutes tick by, and Gojo’s hand forms to my shoulder.

“Told you,” he points to our students that are walking out from the veil unscathed. Surprisingly, his smug smile is nowhere to be found, instead it’s one of comfort.

“Easy, peasy,” Nobara brags, her hammer resting over her shoulder.

“Had you guys taken any longer, Y/N here would’ve vomited from nervousness,” Gojo laughs as he takes out his phone and dials what I assume is Ijichi’s number.

“Ah—Don’t listen to him, I was fine,” I try to defend, glaring at my partner as he walks away.

“No need to worry as long as I’m here,” Yuuji boasts with a puffed chest like he’s emulating Superman. Megumi is quick to smack him in the back of his head, immediately ruining his hero moment.

“C’mon you three, we’re being left behind,” I walk behind them to push them all forward.

“Hey! Gojo!” Megumi yells ahead, “Can we have a movie night when we get back?”

“Sure, but it has to be a scary movie!” He insists with a wave of a hand.

“Oh, perfect, just my area of expertise,” I add, “I say we make him buy us all snacks at the 7/11 on the corner,” I cunningly plant the idea into their heads.

“Way ahead of you,” Megumi’s voice is just as sly.

“Sensei!” All three of them run ahead of me to bombard Gojo with their demands. I watch with a smile as they climb all over him. It’s not long before Ijicji is pulling up, allowing Gojo to take refuge in the front seat. We pile into the car and direct Ijichi to the closest 7/11 because of course Gojo couldn’t say no.

-

“So whose room are we watching the movie in?” I ask as I wait for the popcorn to finish popping. I look around to only be met with blank stares. With a sigh I quickly spew out, “No nose goes!” My finger flies to touch my nose, and everyone follows, all except Yuuji who’s focused on his phone. “Oop, Yuuji, we’re using your room!” I laugh as he looks around confused.

“No, wait, my room is filthy!” He pleads.

“No worries!” Gojo interjects, walking into the kitchen with arms full of pillows, “We can use the common room in our building.”

“We have a common room?” He must’ve left that out of the tour when he was showing me around on my first day. He motions for us to follow him and we all follow in toe. He leads us to a room just down the hall from our own dorms that’s basically just a media room. A large sectional couch fills most of the room, a stack of folded blankets sits on the edge of one of the corners. I quickly grab a fuzzy blanket and claim a corner spot before anyone else can.

“Wait for me, I’m gonna go change into some pajamas,” Gojo says hurrying out of the room. I notice that I too am still in my uniform so I excuse myself from the students to head to my room as well.

I strip myself of the beaten up uniform and throw it into the laundry bin by my closet. I settle for a pair of plaid pajama pants and an old loose spirit shirt from the tech school at home. I grab the pillow from my bed and head back out into the hall, coincidentally meeting Gojo just outside my door. He catches me by my arm to keep my balance.

“Woah, slow down, we’re goin’ the same direction.”

I look up to his tall figure to see his eyes once again clad in those damn white bandages and some solid color pajama pants. An oversized hoodie hung off his torso.

“You’re in a hoodie? Do you not get hot?!” My voice raises in disbelief.

“No, I do, I just get cold really easily,” He chuckles. I remember that he’s still holding my arm and awkwardly seperate myself from him.

“We, uh, we should go,” I stutter, motioning down the hall before walking ahead of him. I think he can tell when I get nervous around him, he always kind of just stares at me like I’m a lost little puppy. But why do I get nervous around him? I can’t tell if it’s because of his immense amount of cursed energy that intimidates me or if it’s just the fact that he’s an attractive person that oozes confidence. Maybe it’s both.

“What movie did you pick?” Nobara asks me as I nuzzle into my spot.

“Nineteen eighty two classic,” I grab the remote to the tv and spring my hands out for dramatic, “The Thing!”

“Never seen it,” Megumi deadpans, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“You’ll love it,” Gojo adds as he sits down next to me.

“You have nearly the whole couch,” I turn to him, “and you’re sitting directly next to me.”

“Oh, but what if I get scared,” he teasingly nuzzles into my arm and pouts his lower lip, “I can’t trust those three to save me.”

“God, you are pathetic,” I jokingly roll my eyes at his demeanor. He sits up straight and positions himself more comfortably.

My finger presses play and everyone cozies into their spots. Nobara took the other corner of the couch, Yuuji and Megumi settled for the floor with their backs against the couch at her feet.

“Warning, there are some pretty brutal dog deaths in this, if you’re sensitive to that just close your eyes and ears,” I warn the group as the opening scene comes on.

“Already hate it,” Megumi complains.

“I knew he was gonna say that,” Gojo whispers to me with a laugh.

The movie continues and everyone grows quiet. The ominous music blares through the surround sound and I eye Megumi who’s getting more into it. He’s picking up that the husky in the movie has more to it than meets the eye. I nudge Gojo to look at him, he smirks at the younger’s naiveté. I pull my pillow into my chest as I focus back onto the movie.

“Jesus, the effects in this movie always get me,” Gojo whispers again using his hand to block the view of the screen.

“I know, they’re terrifying,” I reply.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” we both look to Megumi who’s face is contorted in disgust as the scene in the dog cage plays out, “What the fuck?”

We laugh quietly with each other at his reaction. I settle myself more into the couch, my head leans to the side as the exhaust from the week sets in. I keep myself awake, not wanting to miss anyone’s reactions to the rest of the movie. Somewhere around the part where the doctor starts to slip into insanity, my eyelids begin to fall heavy. I fight to keep them open, how rude would it be for me to fall asleep during a movie that I picked? But, of course, I’m not the only one that notices.

“If you’re tired, you can sleep, I won’t tell,” Gojo leans over to say to me.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” I shush him, but before I could further protest, I’m out.

I don’t know what time it is by the time I wake up, but I’m still in the media room. The tv’s been turned off and the lights are off except for a dim lamp in the corner. I’m laying down now, I rub my eyes and attempt to sit up but something shifts beneath me. I sit up quickly to see that Gojo is asleep beside me. I must’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder. I wonder why he didn’t just leave me here when the movie ended? Or wake me at least? I observe him, which is obviously very creepy of me, and I am extremely embarrassed to be doing it, but he looks so…peaceful? Almost a completely different person when he’s asleep.

His chest rises and falls slowly as his breaths deepen. His lips are slightly parted, but not a snore is heard. His head is hanging across the back of the couch, white hair splayed every which way. I leave him be, and I curl up into the corner, my fuzzy sock clad feet resting over his thighs. Just before I’m able to close my eyes, I’m startled by Gojo’s crossed arms falling limp over my feet. I freeze in fear that if I move even a muscle I’ll disturb his slumber. I watch him carefully as he continues to snooze and see that I’m okay to nuzzle myself back into my comfy position. I can feel his warm skin against the exposed space on my ankles. Usually this would have me flustered, if anyone did it, but this time it consoles me. I find myself with a tight lipped grin on my face as I lull myself back to sleep.

-

“He never sleeps,” I’m awoken by whispering voices that I can barely make out, “…out of character for him.”

My eyes flutter open and I follow where the soft voices are coming from. Three little blurry heads float to the side of the doorway. I think they must’ve spotted me waking up because they’re quick to scurry away. My fist comes up to rub the sleep from eyes. The sun has filled the room as much as it could through the paper windows with muted light. My eyes scan over to Gojo whose top half has fallen over to lean my way. His head rested just inches before it had a chance to fall onto me. I carefully slide my legs from under his arms to sit up.

“Gojo,” I whisper as I shake his shoulder, “Gojo, wake up.” He lightly hums, I can see his eyelids shift under his bandages.

“What time is it?” His voice is riddled with grogginess.

“I don’t know, I just woke up myself.”

He pulls his phone from his hoodie’s pocket to check the time, “Christ, we slept in until ten.” He looks at me with an equally surprised expression, “Cannot tell you the last time I slept that long.”

“Same,” I pull my legs into my chest, “I actually slept really hard for once.”

“Yeah,” he situates himself so that he’s sitting up straight, “I’m pretty sure that’s the first time I’ve ever slept that deep before.”

“Hm, weird,” I add.

“Maybe we should sleep with each other more often?” He jokingly offers.

His face is met with the plush pillow my restful head laid on last night. “You’re done,” I get up from the couch with a laugh and start to walk out of the room, “Oh, and the students were spying on us by the way. They were saying something about how you never sleep.”

“I’ll get them later, don’t worry,” he hugs the pillow to his chest and gives me a smile.

Rays of morning sun make it difficult for my still sleepy eyes to adjust. The hallway is glowing a beautiful golden hue, it soaks into my skin as I walk to my room, refreshing every inch of me. Once in my room, I rid myself of my pajamas and hop in the shower immediately. The warmth of the water on my back wakes me up and by the time I get out, there are no traces of fatigue left in me. I contemplate what my plans would be today. No missions were posted for me so I have the whole day to do whatever I want. I think I’ll spend it with myself. Find some shops in Tokyo and be a little tourist. My nearly bare body slumps into my bed, my fingers type away at my phone to see what shopping is close by. I find a second hand bookstore that’s just about a twenty minute walk away.

“Perfect,” my voice slips as I get up from my bed and walk over to my dresser. I dress myself in an old goth band tee with a dark grungey plaid skirt, brought together with my beat up docs. I throw on a few rings with a couple of necklaces and for a change, I take my contacts out and settle on my roundish framed glasses. Once I’m content with how I look, I make my way out. But of course, my plans are ruined from the sudden downpour I’m met with at the exit to my building.

“Going somewhere?” I hear behind me.

I know it’s Gojo, so I answer, “I was gonna walk to a little bookstore up the road, but alas.” I turn to him and motion to the rain. He laughs and leans against his door frame, arms crossed over one another.

“You look nice,” he smiles at me, “pretty, even.”

His compliment takes me by surprise, and I feel a hot blush rush to my cheeks, “Oh, uh, thank you.” God, you are so awkward, take the damn compliment like a normal person.

“Do you have an umbrella?” He asks.

“I,” I look back at the rain and then back to him, “Do you wanna go with me?” I feel stupid and annoying for inviting him. He’s probably already made plans, I don’t even know why I asked.

“I’d love to, just give me a second,” he smiles at me again, but this time it’s like he can hear the internal conflict I’m having. I don’t have time to respond before he’s backed himself into his room. My fingers fiddle with each other as I awkwardly stand there and wait for him to come out. We hadn’t really hung out one on one since I arrived here, and I stupidly feel nervous. Which I shouldn’t because we talk all the time, but I’ve never seen him outside of his work-sona. I guess last night counts, but he wasn’t awake so I’m choosing not to count it.

“Alright, let’s go,” he says, snapping me out of my steady overthinking. I scan him head to toe, he’s wearing black torn and tattered jeans with a loose fitting gray long sleeve shirt. The way the collar settles on his body gives me a clear view of his collar bones. A thin silver necklace settles over them. I notice he’s blindfold-less as well, the fabric now replaced with a pair of thin framed black sunglasses. His eyes are still completely hidden from me, which of course drives my curiosity even more.

“Hmm, decent,” I tease, looking him up and down.

“Oh, I’m sorry not all of us can look as good as you,” he laughs off, grabbing an umbrella from beside him and walks past me. I get caught in the thin cloud of the woodsy musk scent he’s wearing. It traps me as it lingers in my nose, putting me in a trance. “Let’s go, Ijichi’s waiting for us,” he snaps as he opens the umbrella just outside the doorway and waits for me to get under it before walking.

I clutch my tote that’s hanging by my side, as I’m not really sure what to do with my hands. We make a break for the car once we’re fully outside. The rain shows no signs of lightening up, and I can even hear a growl of thunder in the distance.

“Gojo, stop pulling me, I’ll slip!” I caution him. my heart falls to my stomach as I feel the soles of my boots slide on the wet concrete.

“Quit whining,” he teases, “the car’s right there.”

He opens the door and allows me to get in first, not a drop of water falling on my head as I do. He follows after, sliding the drenched umbrella onto the floor board.

“Where are we going?” Ijichi asks from the driver's seat, his eyes looking at me through the rear view mirror.

“Oh, here,” I pull my phone out for him and show him the address, he tells me he knows exactly where it is and starts to drive off. I can hear music softly coming through the back speakers, and I assume Gojo’s already connected his phone to the radio. My head leans against the window as I listen. As my eyes follow each rain drop that races down my window, my ears are suddenly filled with a familiar indie tune.

I turn my head to Gojo, “You listen to this?”

He looks up from his phone and then to me, “What? Oh, yeah, sometimes but especially on days like today.”

“Didn't peg you to be a folky guy.”

“What kind of guy do I look like then?” he leans against his door to angle himself towards me with a smile.

“I don’t know,” I snort, “Like two thousand tens edm.” I can’t help but laugh at myself for giving such an awful suggestion.

“Edm?!” He gives me a shocked expression, “I cannot believe you just said that to me.”

“Listen, listen!” I defend.

“You don’t know me at all,” he chuckles.

“Look,” I hold my hand up in defeat, “maybe today, I’ll get to know you just a little bit more…unfortunately.”

We laugh to ourselves, and Ijichi eyes us from the mirror. A glint of a smirk on his face. He pulls the car over on the side of the street just right across from our destination.

“I have a few errands to run for principal Yaga, I’ll be in the area so just let me know when you’re done,” I hear him say to Gojo as we get out. The rain is still pouring, Gojo is careful to shield me from stray drops.

“This is where you wanted to go?” His voice is skeptical as we stand there staring at it. It’s a run down little store, nearly abandoned looking, but I know that those are the best ones.

“Yeah? C’mon,” I pull him by the sleeve after looking both ways for oncoming traffic.

We walk in and a bell dings to alert the owners of our arrival. My nose is overwhelmed with the musk of old books. A young girl, probably around my age, greets us from the register. I’m not sure where to look first, and I soon forget Gojo is even with me as I get distracted. Books of all kinds sit in straight rows. Manga, English literature, Japanese literature, poetry, anything you could think of was here, old and new. The wooden floor creaks beneath my boots as I turn to each aisle. My fingers run over beaten spines until they find one they fancy enough to pull out. It’s a fairly thin book by a Japanese author, I flip through it quickly before putting it back. My eyes scan the shelf before falling on the figure at the end of the aisle. Gojo is leaning against the wall, a book that looks like an English poetry book in his hands. I observe him as his slender fingers flip through the stiff pages, watching as his foot crosses over the other.

I can see his eyebrows furrow in concentration as he reads. His white hair contrasts against the forest green walls but in the most elegant fashion. I smile to myself at his beauty, and then quickly shake my head at such a ridiculous thought. I turn my attention back to the books, my smile dropping.

“Hey, Y/N!” I hear him whisper yell at me. I turn my focus back to him once again to see what he wants.

“Let me pick a book for you and you pick a book for me.”

“Like for the other to read?”

“Well, yeah, duh,” he huffs a laugh.

“Okay, but I’m picking the saddest book I can find,” I smirk, heading straight to the books in english.

I look carefully at each book, most I recognize, but a lot of them are just classics. In the middle of all the old spines, my eyes land on a familiar blue and I feel like I’ve just hit the jackpot. I pluck it from its spot and tuck it behind my back before finding Gojo. He’s looking through Japanese novels trying to quickly find one for me.

“I’m checking out, don’t get left behind!” I tease as my feet hurriedly shuffle past him. I greet the girl at the register and hand her my book. Just as I finish paying, Gojo walks towards me with his book. I hide mine away in my tote, not wanting him to see it yet. I step back from the register to allow him space to pay, fiddling with the small trinkets that are scattered up front as I wait.

“Where should we go now?” Gojo asks as he approaches me.

“Hmm,” I think, “Coffee? Bubble tea?”

“Both?” He suggests, “There’s a cafe close by, c’mon.”

We walk back out onto the street, Gojo leading me this time. I notice the book he bought rests in his hand that isn’t holding the umbrella. I offer to put it in my bag with mine but he declines, noting that he also wants his book reveal to be a surprise. I roll my eyes at his playfulness. We walk in silence as he directs us, the rain around us pierces the ground with dull thuds.

“Oh, here we are,” he stops abruptly, pulling the wooden door open for me. I thank him as I walk through.

“Find us a table, I’ll get our drinks, what do you want?”

“A milk tea is fine,” I reply, he nods and walks up to the counter. I pick the empty table in front of the window. The cafe isn’t busy, just a couple of people are sitting here and there. It has a bit of a dark academia feel to it in the way it’s designed and decorated, the gloomy weather compliments it perfectly.

“Your milk tea m’lady,” Gojo says, setting down my drink and taking his seat, “Now for the book reveal.”

“You are absolutely gonna regret coming up with this idea,” my voice dips into playful malice.

“Okay, three, two..”

“One!” We both pull our books out and present them to each other on the table.

“Song of Achilles?” His brow raises.

“And I cannot read the one you got me,” I laugh awkwardly. The whole cover was in Japanese and I assumed the book was too.

“No Longer Human,” He says, “by Osamu Dazai.”

“Oh, I’ve heard of that one! It’s been on my to be read list for forever,” I tell him in excitement, “How am I supposed to read it though?”

“I thought maybe I could read it to you,” He offers with a soft voice, looking to me for approval.

I smile, “Only if I can read this to you first.” I motion to my book.

“I would love that.”

I laugh softly as I take a sip of my tea. I watch as he leans back in his chair, his own drink to his lips. He’s looking out of the window, and with the way his head is positioned I can almost see the hue of his eyes. Just before they reveal themselves to me he pushes his sunglasses back up with his fingers. I sit back in disappointment. He likes to get on me about not opening up, but I’ve yet to see this fucker’s full face. Hell, this is the first time I’ve seen his forehead. I understand his frustration with me now. It doesn’t feel good to be shut out, no matter who it is. I’m going to be working with him permanently—hopefully—I need to start learning to be myself around him.

“So, why’d you pick this book?” He leans his chin on his propped up arm.

“Oh, uhm,” I gather my thoughts, “It’s my favorite book, actually. I was surprised to see it there.”

“Why is it your favorite?” He looks at me with intent to learn.

“Their love for each other, I think,” I look down at the book, my fingers tracing over the raised design, “I think love, when the whole world is against it, is the most beautiful.”

His face softens at my words, “Could we start this tonight?”

“Yeah, sure, if you want to,” I smile, “Don’t blame me though when you’re crying your eyes out.”

“Oh, please, it’s probably not even that sad,” he chuckles.

“Try and tell me that again when we finish,” I test, “Why did you pick yours?”

“I’d never read it, I’ve always wanted to, so I thought why not now,” he adds, picking up the book and examining it.

“Fair enough,” I shrug, turning my head to look out the window, “Oh, it’s stopped raining.”

“Wanna go walk around? See just a little bit of Tokyo?” Gojo suggests. I nod in agreement and grab my tote before following him out of the cafe. We spend the next couple of hours exploring the area. Going in and out of small shops, taking pictures in pretty spots, and laughing at my terrible Japanese. I don’t know why I picked today to practice talking with strangers, but of course it wasn’t turning out in my favor.

I’ve learned so much about him within just a short time. He told me about how he and Shoko, who I’d met briefly my second week here, were classmates. I learned that he’d had Megumi since he was just around six or seven. He also opened up to me about never having many friends growing up, I assured him that I didn’t either. I think that brought him a bit of solace. I think back to what he told me before, that he hadn’t had the best childhood as he grew up in a major family. I wonder what the details are, abusive father? Overbearing mother? Unkind staff? I feel it’s best not to ask, he clearly doesn’t like talking about it. Nonetheless, I wonder if there’s anything I can do to help him heal.

I shake the thought as I hear Gojo yelling towards me asking if I wanted to get lunch. I, of course, said yes. We settle for a sushi place in the area and load ourselves full of the raw rolls. Sushi tastes like heaven here, which I expected obviously. We eat so much, I can almost see both of our bellies swell.

“Gojo, I literally cannot move,” I groan miserably.

“I think we went a little overboard,” he begins to laugh, but it quickly transitions to a coughing fit.

“You can never go overboard on sushi.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he says, pulling out his phone and dialing Ijichi’s number. He gives him our location and hangs up swiftly.

“I need a nap now,” I sink down into the booth we’re sitting at, “That’s what I’m doing as soon as I get back.”

“A nap sounds so nice,” he stretches out his arms in front of him.

“You think we could sneak into our rooms without the gremlins seeing us?”

“Oh, I know a way,” the look on his face has me second guessing my question. I don’t know what he’s planning, but I know it isn’t good. We spot Ijichi pull up outside on the other side of the road, and meet him outside.

Within twenty minutes or so, we’re pulling up to the front of the drive. I follow Gojo out and we wave Ijichi goodbye.

“So how are we going to avoid running into them?” I ask as we just stand there.

“Get on my back “ he commands, bending down for me.

“What?”

“Y/N, Get on my back.”

I do as he says reluctantly, not really knowing what he’s about to do.

“Hold on tight,” I can hear the slyness in his voice. Before I know it, we’ve extended stories into the air.

“Goj—Gojo, no, no, no, no,” I begin to panic and hide my face into the back of his shoulder, “You gotta put me down, I can’t—Fuck, I can’t do this.”

“I’m not gonna drop you,” he tries to comfort, but it doesn’t work. My arms squeeze tighter around his neck, and his grip on my legs strengthens as well. I know he wouldn’t drop me, but….I’m in the air. I’m scared. I can feel his body moving, like he’s walking, my eyes peek open to see him doing just that. He’s walking on nothing.

“How the fuck are you doing this?” I question in a distressed manner.

“Magic,” is the answer he gives me. My eyes shut tight again, and I curse him in my head for doing this to me.

“Look, we’re already here, open your eyes,” he says, letting go of my legs.

I jump down from him frantically and try to calm the racing heart in my chest. “You are never allowed to do that with me ever again,” I scold as he laughs at me.

“You did surprisingly better than most!” he boasts.

“Oh, so you take all of your dates flying?” I cringe at myself immediately as I realize what I just implied.

“Date?” He smirks with a lifted brow.

I panic like a middle school girl and dash past him to make a break for my room. The second I’m safe inside I tear myself apart.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” My fingers pull strands of hair every which way, “Do you not think before speaking?! This is how shit gets started!”

My whole body feels like it’s disintegrating into embarrassment as I drop to the hardwood floor. How could I be so careless with my word choice? Of course it wasn’t a date. Why did I say that? He’s going to think of me as some sort of child now, thinking I can’t keep my personal feelings out of the work space.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Y/N, can you open the door?” Gojo’s muffled voice sounds through my door.

“Maybe if I don’t say anything, he’ll leave,” I whisper to myself.

“I can hear you, dumbass.”

“Fuck,” I give up and pull myself up from the floor. With my head hanging low, I open up my door to reveal the man I’d previously run from.

“You are insanely dramatic, do you know that?” He chuckles as he leans against the threshold.

“Look who's ass is talkin,” I retort.

“You didn’t need to run off that way, I knew what you meant,” His tone soothes my embarrassment, “Dates can be for friends too, y’know?”

“Sorry, I tend to let my negative feelings get the best of me,” I apologize, my hand rubbing the back of my neck.

“So do I, sometimes,” he comforts, “Anyways, I’ll leave you be.” He walks away with a look of disappointment, like he was expecting me to say more.

“Yeah, see you later,” I awkwardly wave him off and shut my door. I sigh as I over think the whole situation, my brows furrow in frustration. My clothes fall to the ground haphazardly as I strip them from my body. I pull a big t-shirt from my bottom drawer and throw it on before cowering into my bed, pulling the blankets over my head and hiding from the world. My mind shuts out everything and it isn’t long before I slip into slumber.

-

“You’ve always been fucking weak,” he spits at me.

I’m stuck again, forced to sit and listen. I watch as he lifts her.

“I’ve wanted all of you dead since the beginning,” malice coats his words, “I’ll start with her, then go to them, and then it’s you.” He points to my fellow sorcerer and then to each of my students. I try to scream, to beg for him to stop, but, of course, my mouth won’t open. My head starts to pound from how hard I’m trying, and I just wish someone would put me out of my misery. I begin to cry from frustration as he releases a cursed spirit onto her before everything goes black.

My eyes shoot open and I’m drenched in sweat. A tight pressure surrounds me, like arms wrapped around my body.

“Y/N, it’s okay, you’re at home,” it’s Gojo’s voice. I can’t even say anything to him before my eyes release the tears they’d been so desperate to let go. My hands squeeze his arms as a way to ground myself, my nails dig into his skin. I can feel his hand rubbing the back of my head as he tries to calm me down, but I can’t even think of anything else. I sob harder than I have in a while. I cry out of fear, out of sadness, but mostly I’m crying out of frustration with myself. I hate myself for what I did and didn’t do. I hate myself for letting my past ruin such a good day for both of us.

“Y/N,” Gojo tries to hush, “You’re safe, nothing’s gonna get you.”

I cry harder at his words. I know he means well, but what’s done is done.

“It already did,” I choke out.

He takes in a deep sigh. “Alright, sit up, it’s time to talk,” he lifts my limp body up straight to look at him. My palms cover my eyes as tears continue to spill. I lean my back against the wall for support.

“Look at me,” his gentle hands lower mine. Through blurry eyes, I see him. Pajama clad legs sit crossed across from me, his eyes clothed and his hair a mess. I realize I don’t even know what time it is. The light in my room is dim all but except the small lamp on my desk that’s been turned on.

“I’m giving you one free therapy session because I like you and you’re my friend,” I want to laugh at his cadence, but I can’t bring myself to even curl my lip to smile. I calm my crying for a moment, taking in a deep breath and holding it before exhaling.

“When I was still teaching back home, a few years ago I found a young boy that’d come from a small town. He’d been mistreated and outcasted, you know how people treat us in rural areas,” I explain, he nods and I continue, “I took him in, he couldn’t have been older than fourteen. His parents were deceased when I originally found him so I was all he kinda had. I was still a kid myself, and my teaching career had just started, I had no fucking idea how to take care of this kid. I brought him back to our institute and spoke with our higher ups to sort things out for him. They agreed to have him stay with me. I personally trained and cared for this kid. We got super close and built a bond.”

“Funny, kinda like me and Megumi,” Gojo adds.

“Yeah, well, this gets darker,” I sniffle before continuing, “He was different from the other students. He did things differently, processed his emotions differently, acted out. I assumed it was from the trauma he’d experienced growing up so I had one of our psychologists look at him and they set up a monthly therapy plan. I thought everything was fine until small animals started showing up dead on campus. It was him that was killing them. He had a summoning technique, kind of like Megumi’s but instead of shikigamis it was just straight up cursed spirits. I did everything in my power to contain him, but I think that just made him want more. He knew he was strong, and he let it get to him. My higher ups then informed me that he was also the cause of the death of his parents. I refused to believe it, but was ordered to execute him anyway. I think he overheard the conversation because he ran away just days after, we had just celebrated his sixteenth too. I spent countless sleepless nights searching for him, it was like he just got up and disappeared.”

“Is that what these nightmares are about? You not being able to find him?” He asks with a gentle voice.

“No,” I wipe my eyes dry, “Just listen.”

“We eventually declared him a rouge curse user after about a month. I was distraught, I felt like I was just letting him down by stopping my search, but then we get to last fall. In November of last year, we’d gotten a report of strange deaths in one of the nearby towns. Not a very big one, but definitely known for weird behavior. My partner and I were sent to investigate with our four students. We found the source of energy coming from an old abandoned church. I figured we’d be in and out within an hour, but God was I fucking wrong. We were ambushed the second we stepped inside. It was him, it was my boy that was attacking us,” my voice chokes up as I recall the events, “He’d snatched up my partner from beside me and separated me from my students. He didn’t really even have a motive, he just said he wanted to see me hurt. He wanted to see the world hurt. I stood there frozen as he used one of his summons to rip my partner apart.”

“Oh my God…” I hear Gojo whisper under his breath.

“Her body was basically being degloved. Her agonizing screams…I hear them in my head constantly. My mind makes me relive that scene every fucking night in my dreams,” My voice shakes as I explain, “I loved her, whether she knew it or not, but I think he did.”

“What happened to the boy?”

“Exactly what you think happened, I put him down myself.”

I stare past him, zoning out, but I can feel my tears steadily flowing again. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but I’ve been begging for forgiveness ever since,” my voice cracks towards the end. Silence falls over both of us, he doesn’t know what to say and I no longer want to speak. My eyes avert to his lap, I’m too ashamed to keep showing my face to him. A warm hand is placed on top of my shaking ones, they steady at the touch.

“I don’t think you did anything to deserve something as gruesome as that,” Gojo does his best to console me by pulling me into him by the shoulders.

“I’m getting snot all over your shirt,” I shyly admit.

“I don’t mind,” his hand rubs over my back as I continue to cry.

After a few more minutes, I eventually get it all out. My head starts to ache from the strained sobs I’d let out and all I want to do is lay down. It isn’t until I go to pull the covers back over me that I realize I’m just in a t-shirt and underwear. I can feel my face heat up with embarrassment. Gojo laughs, I’d just dumped my whole traumatic backstory onto him as I cried, and I’m embarrassed now because I don’t have pants on.

“If you’re okay now, I’ll let you go back to sleep,” I watch as he gets up from his spot on the edge of my bed. I grab his wrist before he’s able to walk away.

“Could you stay the night, please?” I feel pathetic and clingy for asking, but I’d rather not be alone tonight.

“Yeah, of course,” his soft voice replies, “Let me just go get my futon.” He leaves my door open as he exits, I can hear him rustling around in his room as I wait. I know I was just crying about how fucking depressing my life was, but I’m happy to at least have a friend like Gojo. Really, in a sick and twisted way, the universe did bring us together because of my tragedy, and I can at least be grateful for that.

I watch as he walks back into my room with full arms. I can barely see his little white head of hair under the futon, pillows and comforter. He sets the bedding down in the middle of my floor by my bed and settles everything in.

“We were supposed to start our book tonight, weren’t we?” I ask as he nestles into his covers.

“You worry about things at the absolute worst times,” he chuckles, “We can start it tomorrow.”

I huff out a small laugh, “Goodnight, then, I hope rats don’t eat your toes while you sleep.” I try to joke with him, but the sadness still buried in my voice muffles it.

“Sleep tight, I hope spiders don’t crawl in your ears,” He matches my energy exactly, and a little too well because now I’ve got my hands over my ears in paranoia.

“Oh, and thank you for opening up to me,” he says through a yawn, “I really appreciate it.”

His head dips into his pillow, and his stillness tells me he’s falling asleep, but without seeing his eyes I’ll never know for sure. I fluff my pillow just enough for my head to rest in a perfect hole. My blanket is wrapped around me with a tight tuck. My arms settle, and my eyelids fall heavy as I enter sleep once again, this time free of my nightmarish past.

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gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 2 ┊ wc: 6.6k

cw: bisexual!gojo, bisexual!reader, obvious tension between reader x gojo, inuokka, gojo says gay rights!, implied childhood trauma from gojo, more depressed reader

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I’m surrounded by darkness, I can’t move. My mouth won’t open, all I can do is watch the scene before me.

“y/n, help me please!” Her screams are bloodcurdling.

I stare in horror as her body is ripped apart by the curse user. My throat aches to scream, but not a sound is muttered. I can feel the desperate hot tears spilling from my eyes. I feel hopeless, there’s nothing I can do. I double over, I can’t look at it any longer. I just want out, I want to run away. I want to-

“y/n!”

My body jolts as hands shake me awake. I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, my eyes widen to reveal the familiar white hair I have just come to know.

“Hey, are you okay?”Gojo, worry painted on his face, asks as he towers over my lying figure.

“Huh, what? What time is it?” I start to bring my comforter up to cover my face from the light.

“You were screaming,” his body relaxes enough to sit on the edge of my bed, “I heard you from my room and got worried. I tried your door, but it was locked so I had to come through your window.”

“It was just a nightmare, I’m fine,” I try to brush him off.

Gojo sighs, he probably knows he won’t get much out of me. My sleepy eyes watch as he stands from my bed, “C’mon, come with me.”

I stare at him confused, sleep still hazing my brain.

I guess he notices because he turns to me and says, “You deaf? I said, let’s go.”

I note that he’s still in his pajamas, so I keep mine on as well and follow after him. The sun is just starting to rise, the light oranges and yellows begin to bleed through the sky. The air is just the right temperature. He leads me to the building next to where our rooms are. It’s open, there’s no sliding doors blocking the view to the outside. I follow him inside and he instructs me to sit. My knees tuck underneath me, the tatami mats hard on them, and Gojo does the same just a foot or two in front of me. Two men enter, each one holding a tray of food.

“Thank you for the food,” the man in front of me expresses, I do the same as my breakfast is sat down.

I let Gojo eat first, whether that was out of respect for him being older or just because I didn’t know how to start, I don’t know.

“You don’t have to sit on your knees if that’s more comfortable for you,” he suddenly speaks.

“You sure?” I definitely looked uncomfortable, but really I was trying to tough it out.

“Yeah, totally,” he says before sticking a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

I situate myself to sit with my legs crossed. I can hear the muted snorts of Gojo snickering to himself as I settle. I ignore him and pick up my chopsticks to delve into my breakfast. It’s quiet between us, the only sound filling the room is our soft chewing. I look to my left where the room is opened up to the outside. I watch as the groundskeepers make their ways to their morning duties. It’s still fairly early so I assume the students are also in rooms like this and eating their breakfast together. My eyes still feel so heavy, I wished Gojo hadn’t woken me. But, if I was screaming I guess it was best that he did.

“You wanna talk about that dream?” Gojo finally speaks.

“No,” my head doesn’t turn to look at him. I can tell that he’s getting slightly frustrated in my closed off nature, but it’s better that I keep it to myself anyways. There’s no need to bother him with my troubles. “I’m sorry,” I try to comfort, “I’m just not the type to burden people with my problems.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he takes a couple more bites of his food before standing up, “Alright, I’m done. Just leave your tray here when you get done, they’ll be back around to get them.” He’s quick to leave me.

You are so quick to fuck things up, I mentally beat myself. I sigh, no longer able to keep an appetite. The wooden chopsticks clink together as I set them down on the tray. I get to my feet, and hesitantly head back to my room.

I feel a chill run down my spine as I pass Gojo’s door. I know I must be coming off unfriendly, but this is my job. I have no time to involve myself with sharing feelings, I just hope he understands. I check my phone for the time. 7:35am. I’m supposed to train with the second years at around eight. I expect the temperature to rise as the day goes on so I should stray from my uniform. I rummage through my dresser for a pair of black windbreaker style joggers and loose cropped top that I’d cut from an old concert shirt. I slip into my bathroom to quickly brush my teeth before sliding into my tennis shoes and heading towards the training grounds.

The student I met yesterday by the name of Maki had already beat me to it. She was on the field with her staff twirling around her body as she practiced.

“Care for some company?” I ask as I set down my water bottle on the bottom step of the concrete stairs.

“Sure, but we should wait for the others,” she answers taking a swig of her own water.”

“Oh, I didn’t get the chance to meet the other second year yesterday, Panda, was it?” She nods, her water bottle pressed to her lips. “Why do you guys call him Panda anyways, is it just a nickname or—“

“Because I am a Panda!” I’m cut off by a deep voice. I turn around expecting this to just be a joke, but to my surprise, I’m met with an actual panda. A huge walking panda.

“Excuse my language, but what the fuck,” I’m in awe at him, we don’t have students like these at home.

“Yeah, that’s the usual reaction,” Panda laughs off.

“Salmon,” Inumaki, who’s peeking out from behind him, chimes in.

“y/n sensei! C’mon!” I hear Maki yelling from behind me. I slowly turn my attention away from my new student and go to grab one of the staffs that are resting on the tree. I feel it’s best not to ask about why we have literal panda as a student.

“Okay, so, what should we work on? Speed? Agility? Strength?” I ask, leaning on the staff for support. I’m suddenly taken by surprise when Maki swings her staff at my side. I quickly block it with my own, straining against her immense strength.

“Hey, I wasn’t done speaking!” I grunt.

“Gojo sensei mentioned that you were supposedly skilled in combat, I didn’t think you needed a heads up,” she smirks.

I finally push her weight away from me and regain my stance. “Oh, you have no idea,” my words come out more in a chortle. It’s been a while since I’ve been this excited to train with students. I haven’t felt this challenged in years.

We circle each other, sizing the other up for our next move. Maki is the first to lunge. I go low, nearly nicking her feet. I somehow am able to grab hold of her calf and force her to the ground. She quickly twists her body to face me, her staff heading straight for my head. I ungrip her leg and reach for her staff instead, gripping it tightly and pulling it towards me. My maneuver has given me full access to the staff so I grab it with my other hand as well. Once I have it firm, I push against her strength and pin her whole upper body down with it.

“Maki, what happened?” I can hear Panda laughing from the sidelines. I smile and get myself back to my feet, extending a hand to help her up.

“Sorry, sometimes I get carried away,” I apologize.

“No, no, that was perfect,” Maki laughs off trying to catch her breath, “I’m just happy that I finally have someone that’s on my level.”

“Wanna go again?” My face lights up, and she nods with the same excitement.

We continue our little sparring session for the next thirty or so minutes, eventually Inumaki and Panda begin scoring us on our performances. I’m thoroughly impressed with this girl, though. Her immense strength is admirable, and she’s not just physically strong but mentally as well. She picks up on all of my moves quickly and soon begins to adapt to my fighting style. I find myself struggling to fake her out and get a hit on her. It makes me excited for the next generation of sorcerers, really.

“And that’s five for me,” my breath is shallow as I pin her down again, this time on her belly, my staff aimed at her head.

“I’m wearin’ you down though, aren’t I?” I can just hear the shit eating grin on her face.

“Yeah, yeah, get up,” I wave her off as I make my way over to my water bottle. The summer sun has fully bloomed, and I’m sweating buckets. The stickiness of my skin bugs me more by the second.

“So, sensei, how do you like it here so far?” Panda, who’s still sitting happily on his ass in the shade, asks as he fans himself.

“I like it, huge culture shock of course, but I’m getting used to it,” I reply taking a swig of my water that’s now been warmed by the heat.

“What about Gojo sensei? How are you taking to him?” Maki asks, joining the conversation.

“I think he’ll be really nice to work with, definitely different than the teachers I worked with back home.”

“Trust me he gets a lot more annoying,” Maki deadpans.

“Shake,” Inumaki nods.

“I do have a question about him though,” I cap my bottle and squat to sit down in the grass, “What’s with the eye thing? Is he like blind or?”

“We don’t know, rumor has it he doesn’t have eyes at all,” all three of the students stare at me, the atmosphere deepens as I grow more curious.

“Really?”

All three of them begin to laugh in unison. “No!” Maki adds, “He has the power of the six eyes, apparently he can see, like, everything or something like that so his blindfolds and glasses help slim the vision.”

“Six eyes?” I’d never heard of it so naturally I’m intrigued.

“Talking about me are we?” Gojo’s voice suddenly appears between Maki and I.

“Would you stop doing that!” Maki jumps from fright, at the same time I do. I watch as she gets up to escape her annoyance.

“Hey! I saw you getting beat out there,” he teases the green haired student. She huffs in response, trying her best to ignore him. She busies herself with conversation with Nobara. I notice Gojo’s attitude towards me has changed since this morning. My rejections seemed to have completely slipped his mind.

“y/n, you’re just as good as I expected!” He compliments, “Think you could take me?”

“I feel like that wouldn’t be a fair fight now would it?” I consider, since he has this six eyes or whatever, he’d be able to see everything I’m doing anyways, right?

“I can’t do much about those except for the eye mask that I wear, but I can turn off my technique, is that good enough for you?” I suddenly hear all of the students' conversations come to a halt.

“No techniques? no problem,” I hold my arm out for him to help me up and grab my staff from the ground.

Gojo walks over to Maki to ask for her staff and she hesitantly gives it to him. He removes his uniform’s jacket to reveal a slim fitting white t-shirt, he sets it to the side and makes his way over to me. I notice the students whispering to each other as all eyes focus on us.

“Don’t let me win, okay?” I tease.

“Oh trust me, I won’t,” He smirks in reply.

As he readies himself in front of me. I can see now why he removed his jacket. He probably thinks he has a way to distract me. I will admit that his muscles look very nice being squeezed by the sleeves of his shirt, but sex appeal will not work on me. If I can embarrass a man in front of his students, I’ll commit to it everytime. We circle each other just as Maki and I had done before. I hold my staff to my side at an angle, preparing for him to strike first, and he does. He goes for my shins, but I’m quick to react. I jump, using the staff as a pole vault to fling myself over Gojo’s crouched figure. I motion to jab him in his side with the staff, but he blocks me almost instantly. His staff horizontal in his hands as he’s keeping mine from reaching him. My torso is exposed to him so he takes the opportunity to give me a fast smack to the side. I wasn’t expecting him to go easy on me, but goddamn I didn’t think it’d hurt this much.

I regain my composure, unable to coddle the pain. I swing, and he meets each of them. I feel like I’m having an old fashioned sword dual with the way we’re fighting. At some point, my foot slips and I fall onto my back. Gojo forces his staff to hit me, I roll to dodge his movements.

“Oh, c’mon, I thought you’d go down better than this,” his smug face brings me nothing but frustration.

“I’m not done,” I reply as my foot catches the back of his knee to bring him down. My free hand grabs his shirt collar to pull him with more force. Once his shoulder touches the ground, I straddle his waist. I grab his staff and force it against his neck, his hand trapped underneath it. My own stops just before it hits his forehead. My chest is heaving as I pant, it’s more of a workout than it looks. Clearly, it’s gotten to him as well as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Cheers and applause erupt from the sidelines, I can hear Yuuji especially losing his mind.

“Not bad, hotshot,” I compliment, still trying to catch my breath.

“Yeah, not bad yourself,” he smiles. I almost wish I could see the rest of his face, just to see what he’s really showing under there.

I suddenly remember that I’m straddling him and get flustered. I pull myself off of him and then lend him a hand to help him up.

“Next time you wanna get on top of me though, at least ask me out to dinner first,” he makes that stupid smug face again and all I can do is hit him in the back of the head with my staff. He yelps and holds his head in pain, which of course earned a chorus of laughs from the students. And for the first time in a long time, I laugh too. Not because I found what I did funny, which it was, but just from the genuine joy I felt around these kids.

“y/n sensei, you have to teach me that please!” Yuuji chants as he runs up to me with stars in his eyes.

I bring my hand up to rub into the top of his head, “anytime, kiddo.”

“Okay, it’s lunchtime and I am starving, should we go out?” Gojo asks the group as he puts his jacket back on.

“I’m down,” I reply as I drink the rest of my water.

“Same.”

“Yeah, me too!”

“I’ll go shower then, don’t leave without me!” I yell as I begin to jog back to my room.

As I enter through the main door, I’m met with Gojo. Startled, I jump, holding my chest tightly. “Christ, you cannot do that! Wait—how did you do that?” I ramble.

“Oh, just one of the many things I can do,” It feels like he’s gloating, but in a strange way I know he isn’t.

I walk past him to open my door. “You did really good out there, really,” I can feel his praises bring a light blush to my cheeks so I keep my face hidden.

“Thank you,” I chuckle awkwardly, “I should really shower, I can feel every ounce of dirt on me.”

“Oh yeah, yeah, go ahead,” He starts to back up towards his door, “for what it’s worth though, I really was giving all my strength.” And then he’s gone.

I hurry into my room, shutting the door behind me and putting my back against it. My hand runs through my sweaty hair as I take in his words. I’m proud of myself, I feel good about my work. I feel confident. I feel like I’m getting back on my feet. The overwhelming irritation of sweat between my thighs drags me back to the thought of a shower. One short stride and I’m in my bathroom, I turn the shower on and shut the door.

-

“Since Y/N won, we should let them pick where to eat right?” Maki suggests to our group.

“Hmm,” Gojo’s hand comes up to his chin, “Do you like Japanese food?”

“No, I’ve just been starving myself since I got here,” I reply sarcastically, “Of course I do.”

“I mean specifically what do you like, goofy,” he flicks my forehead faster than I can think. I rub the point of pain and try to answer him, “I like anything really, ramen is even fine with me.”

“Ramen it is then! Let’s go, Ijichi is waiting for us!” Gojo turns on his heel and we all follow closely.

“So do none of the teachers drive? Why do you guys have drivers?” I ask Megumi who’s walking beside me.

“I don’t know actually,” his eyebrows scrunch together like he had never thought of that before, “Why? Do schools in the states not have them?”

“Oh, absolutely not,” I laugh at his naiveness, “I drove my students to every mission.”

“Gojo sensei, you hear that?” he calls out to him.

“Megumi, there is absolutely no reason for me to have a license,” he doesn’t even turn around to reply, I can picture that stupid little grin on his face though.

“Tch,” the black haired boy scoffs.

We reach the end of the drive to load into the suvs, Gojo mentions to me that he’ll take the boys with him. Nobara, Maki and I get into Ijichi’s car, my eyes search the console for an aux cord of any kind.

“Nobara, you want it?” I ask as I finally find it and motion it towards her.

“Yes, please!” She takes it and plugs it into her phone. The music she turns on is what you would assume by the look of her. Fun pop music, maybe a little bit of indie, but for the most part it’s just pure teenage girl music.

“y/n sensei, before Ijichi gets in here, I need to tell you something,” Maki leans into the back of my seat to speak.

“What is it?“

“Your fight with Gojo sensei earlier, that was weird, right?” She looks back at Nobara towards the end of end of her sentence.

“I thought it was,” Nobara adds looking up from her phone.

“What do you mean?” Our conversation is cut short when Ijichi enters the driver’s side.

“Nevermind, forget we said anything,” Maki dismisses.

She’s left me in complete confusion. I thought our little dual was fun? I didn’t feel anything off about it at all. I mean the fact that I was on top of him was a little awkward, but that’s just normal fighting? I shake the thought as best as I can, turning my attention back to my phone.

We arrive about thirty or so minutes later at a little ramen shop. I hadn’t had the chance to really indulge myself into the culture here because of my super fast paced move so I’m glad I get to spend my experiences with my new group. The restaurant is a bit of a hole in the wall, but the appearance is definitely full of life. We all enter together, only a couple of tables are full, a little old man is behind the bar preparing dishes.

Gojo yells across the room in Japanese to him, I assume he’s asking for a table. The old man nods to him, and he escorts us to the back. We’re led back outside to a more private seating area for all of us. Strings of round bulbed lights line the overhead railings. Even in mid-day, they still give the area a neat atmosphere. We sit down at a long table, Yuuji to my left and Gojo to my right. A waiter brings us a couple of pitchers of water to keep at the table. I open up the menu in front of me and am immediately overwhelmed by the choices.

“They have places like this in the states right?” Gojo leans over to me.

“Where I grew up we didn’t, but once I moved to teach at our tech school we had a few,” I answer, my eyes still scanning over the laminated menu.

“So you’ve had this before?”

“Oh yeah, of course, although it probably isn’t as good as it is here,” I chuckle, giving him a smile.

“Can we please get an order of takoyaki for the table?” Yuuji chirps up from beside me to ask Gojo.

“Get whatever you want, I’m buying,” he replies, my face betrays me as I look at him.

“Won’t that be expensive?” I feel like I’m nearly yelling.

He puts down his menu to look at me, “So?”

I look around the table to see if anyone else was as in shock as I was at his response. “Well damn, I did not know they were paying y'all like that here,” I focus back onto my menu as Gojo laughs at me.

“America really traumatized you, huh?”

“Respectfully, fuck you,” I laugh with him.

Our waiter soon comes back to take everyone’s order and it isn’t long before we all get our food. The students order a bunch of different side dishes for me to try. They make me rate each one as I taste them. Takoyaki turns out to be my favorite. These kids are so welcoming to me, and I couldn’t be any more grateful. They do make me miss my other students though. I find myself thinking of them as everyone around me continues with their cheery conversations. I wonder if they’re okay. I had left in such a rush, I didn’t tell anyone goodbye. I hope the oncoming seniors didn’t think I abandoned them, I just…I had to get out. Nobara calling my name pulls me out of my thoughts. She’s sticking her chopsticks in my face to have me try what she ordered. I take it willingly and let her know I love it.

Soon enough we’re all finished and head back to Jujutsu Tech so the students can get back to their regular curriculum classes. I sit in with the first years to observe Gojo’s teaching. You wouldn’t guess it by the sight of him, but he’s a nearly perfect teacher. His way of explaining things to these kids is in such an easy to grasp way I almost wish he was my own mentor. He answers the three’s questions with such ease and detail. He’s also just really good with kids, but I think that might be because he has such a childlike personality. I make a mental note of everything he goes over just in case it’s brought up again. We get done around four in the afternoon so the students have a bunch of freetime before lights out.

“y/n, can I hang out with you for a bit?” Nobara asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” I agree and she immediately drags me out of the building. She leads me to her room, and it feels nostalgic to be in. Posters of celebrities are dotted across her walls, different stuffed animals litter her bed, and she has a big fuzzy light pink rug on the floor.

“You can sit anywhere, I’m gonna change,” She grabs a handful of clothes and disappears into her bathroom.

As I sit there in her desk chair and wait for her, I’m reminded of what she and Maki said to me earlier. How it was ‘weird’ what Gojo did. I figured I should ask her what all that was about. She walks out in more comfortable clothes and throws her uniform into her dirty clothes bin.

“Nobara, what was that whole thing earlier about? What you and Maki mentioned about Gojo?” I ask pulling up my leg to rest under my other.

“Oh,” she gets quiet for once, “it was nothing, Maki just likes to mess with people.”

I sense that she’s lying, but I don’t push it further. I’ll investigate on my own later.

“Okay,” I try to think of a way to change the subject, “What did you wanna do anyways?”

“Oh I don’t care! I just like having someone around me that isn’t a teenage boy sometimes,” she smiles at me. I get it, I bet it got lonely around here with no female figure. She walks over to her bed and sits cross legged on top of her comforter.

“You remind me of a girl I had back home,” I rest my arms over the back of the chair and lean my chin onto them, “she was super outgoing like you, but she did get into a lot of trouble with our male students.”

“Oh like she would sleep with them?”

“No, she would fight them.”

“She sounds like someone I’d get along with,” Nobara laughs, “Do you miss them?”

“Yeah, I do,” I can feel my face sadden again, “but I think I left them in good hands.” That was a lie.

Nobara looks away, trying to figure out what to say next. She goes to open her mouth until we’re interrupted by a knock at the door. Whoever it was didn’t even bother to wait for permission, they just opened the door anyway.

“Yuuji, you moron, you can’t just barge into a girl’s room,” I can hear Megumi scold, and right on cue that fluffy pink hair peeks out from behind her door.

“Can we hang out too?” He’s giving me that same puppy dog face Nobara gave me earlier.

“That’s up to her, I’m just a guest,” I raise my hands in a way to say ‘leave me out of it’.

Yuuji gets on his knees in front of Nobara’s bed to beg. Megumi stays by the door looking as annoyed as ever. I laugh as Yuuji pleads, I can tell Nobara loves seeing him so desperate. She finally agrees to let them stay, ordering them to sit on the floor. Our conversation bounces from one subject to another, they’re eventually stuck on telling me about how Yuuji got here and where things were headed. I didn’t realize he’d only gotten here a couple months before me. He’s so natural with his classmates it feels like he’s gone to school with them for years.

“Oh, by the way sensei,” Nobara turns to me, “How old are you? You look so young.”

“Twenty-two,” I answer, I really didn’t think I looked all that young.

“Oh, you’re a lot younger than Gojo sensei,” Megumi chips in, “He’s pushin’ thirty.”

“Really? He looks so much younger,” I was genuinely shocked to hear it. Gojo didn’t look a day over twenty-five. It just made me more curious as to why he acts the way he does.

“Yeah, he doesn’t act like it,” Megumi confirms.

They continue to ask more about my students from home and how different and alike they were to themselves. I notice that it’s easier to talk about it with them than it is with Gojo. Maybe it’s because I know these kids won’t give me any judgements, that they’d be more understanding. Not that Gojo wouldn’t, I don’t know, it just feels harder to talk to him. I should be less harsh on him about how I feel, it won’t kill me to open up.

We talk for so long that by time I glance down at my phone it’s already twenty past seven. “Oh, guys we gotta eat,” I watch as everyone else looks at their own phones to check the time.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” Yuuji is the first one to the door, Megumi follows shortly behind him.

I decide to eat dinner with them, more or less because I couldn’t find Gojo. “Guys, do you think Gojo will feel like we left him out if we eat without him?” I ask as we sit down on the tatami mats.

“Huh? No, I think he had something to take care of tonight, he mentioned earlier that the higher ups needed him,” Megumi replies to me, his chopstick pinching noodles between them.

Higher ups. I’d yet to meet them and to be honest I hoped I didn’t ever have to. No offense, but me and old conservatives don’t get along. Old men stuck in their ways are becoming too much of a problem in the jujutsu world. I dig into the food that’s been prepared for us with a clear conscience now that I know Gojo isn’t even here. The food is good, like really good, much better than back home. I wonder how many kitchen staff they had here. Just as I pour myself some more water, I feel Toge pulling at my sleeve to get my attention. He faces his phone towards me using his finger to point to the screen.

“Is that Yuta?!” Maki yells across the table, she reaches over to snatch Toge’s phone. He narrows his eyes at her in annoyance as he was clearly trying to introduce us. Maki faces the phone to where all of us can see him.

“Hi guys!” he gives a really big smile to us all, “Where’s the new teacher?”

“I’m right here, hi!” I yell so my voice reaches the phone at the end of the table, “I’ve heard a lot about you!”

He laughs, “I hope only good things.”

“Yuta, how’s Africa?” Panda chimes in.

He answers gleefully and continues to catch up with his classmates. I wonder how long he’s been gone. I can see Toge beside me getting antsy to get his phone back. I suggest to Maki that maybe we should give him time to speak to Yuta since he’s the one that called him. She obliges and says bye to her friend before handing the phone back over to Toge. He excuses himself and runs off to his room.

“Those two are so in love it’s sickening,” Maki grumbles.

“Wait, those two are dating?” I nearly choke on my food.

“Yeah?“ She looks at me confused.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know if queer relationships, like, worked here?” I tried my best not to sound ignorant, based off my own experiences I just assumed.

“Is it not like that at your old school?” Megumi asks.

“I mean, kinda?” I try to explain, “It wasn’t encouraged if that makes sense. My kids and I struggled a lot with our identities always being challenged.”

“Damn, that fucking sucks,” Maki empathizes.

“Gojo takes us all to Pride every year,” Megumi grins at me, “next year, you get to join us.”

I nearly cry at the acceptance from them all, “I’m happy to know I can be myself here.” It almost feels like my inner child is being healed by their kindness, and my respect for Gojo has gone up by at least a million points for making these kids feel seen. I had nothing like that growing up, but I’m so glad these kids do. I’ll have to give him my thanks when I see him.

Everyone finishes eating within the next hour or so, I say my goodnights to them and head for my room. I take a quick shower and get into some pajamas. I make myself a cup of tea and slide through my window to sit outside. It’s around nine thirty, so the sky is blackened and speckled with stars. I sip my mug as I scroll through my phone checking my social medias. Pictures of my old friends littered my instagram feed as they posted photos of us. I commented on each that I missed all of them dearly and that I would be back to visit soon. I check my texts that had been sitting unreplied all day. Most of them are from my old teacher’s group chat that they refuse to take me out of. I answer back to their concerns, reassuring that I was doing fine and that I’m happy here. I update them on how lovely my students are and how much I love my coworkers so far. I send them a quick picture of my view and go back to looking at other missed texts. My thumb scrolls past a thread I hadn’t been able to look at in forever. I can feel my heart sink as I click it. I shake it off, the tears that started welling up in my eyes soon disappearing.

A window slides behind me, “Ah, I thought I’d find you here.” I don’t have to look to know that it’s Gojo. He steps out, his own tea in his hand. His eyes clad with the same white bandages from last night. He’s wearing what looks like an old jujutsu tech shirt and gray sweatpants. I don’t like to stare but the way they’re hanging off his hips is captivating. “Like the view?” he teases as he sits down against the support beam across from me.

I avert my eyes quickly, “Uh, y-yeah, the garden is beautiful.” I slap myself mentally, of course he caught me staring.

He laughs and takes a sip from his cup. “So how was hanging out with the first years today?”

“I loved it, these kids are really welcoming,” my fingers curl around my warm mug as a breeze blows through.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, they did, however, basically call you old earlier,” I giggle, “Had no idea you were so much older than me.”

“Oh so now they’re putting my business out there?” He jokes, setting his mug down beside him.

“I told them you didn’t look a day over 25,” My laugh echos into my cup as I take a sip. “They also told me you take them to Pride every year.”

“Damn, they’re outing me now too?!”

“Don’t worry, they said nothing about your sexuality, and I promise you as a bisexual I do not give a fuck what you indentify as,” I reassure.

“Well as a bisexual, I agree with your statement,” he winks at me as he takes a sip of his tea.

“How do you get that by the higher ups though?”

“You think I give a fuck what the higher ups say?” He laughs as if I offended him. I put my hands up as if to say ‘my bad’.

“Anyways, I think it’s great what you’re doing for those kids, this next generation really needs older queer mentors,” I pause for a moment, “especially in a world as fucked up as the sorcery one is.”

“Was your school not accepting?” He sets his cup down again and leans onto his now propped up knees to listen closer.

“Not really,” I explain, “My trans kids suffered a lot, it’s one of the reasons I left. I taught seniors though so I made sure they all graduated before I did.”

“I’m sorry,” I hate the way he’s looking at me, like I’m some pitiful little sob story.

“It’s fine.”

“No, Y/N, it really isn’t,” he inches his body a bit closer to mine, “None of you deserved that, not even a little bit.”

“Gojo, I get it, really I’m fine,” I’m pushing him away again, he just keeps getting a little too close.

I notice he scoots back against the beam and looks out over the garden. “Anyways,” I change the subject awkwardly, “what exactly is the deal with your eyes, can I see them?“

My newfound curiosity catches his attention, “One, no and two, why would I tell you anything about me when you won’t even allow me to know anything about you?” He says it in a teasing manner, but I know what he’s trying to get across.

“Fair enough,” I reply defeated, “what do you wanna know?”

“That nightmare this morning,” his arms cross over his chest, “what was it about?”

I sigh knowing he won’t give up on it, “I was stuck, I couldn’t move or speak. And I was being forced to watch an old friend get ripped apart by a curse user. Like, physically get ripped apart.” I emphasize with my hands to imitate the ripping of skin to show him the severity of the gore.

“I’m glad I woke you up when I did then,” he replies, the concern on his face dissipating when he sees that I've recovered from the dream.

“Now explain those eyes, sir.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” my mouth falls open at his response, “Kidding!”

“I won’t give away my eyes, but I will tell you something else about me.”

I nod for him to continue.

“My childhood was fucking awful,” he admits.

“You’re in one of the major clans right? I don’t doubt it,” I empathize, “Is that why you act the way you do with the students?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he picks at his thumbs, “Megumi would tell you that I saved his life, but really I think it’s the other way around. Being around those three is so healing for me.”

“You love him, huh?”

“I’d give my life for that kid,” his tone is so sincere, I can tell he really means every word he says.

“I had a kid like that once,” my head leans against the beam behind me, “They really know how to take over your heart.”

“Yeah, no kidding.”

We sit in silence for a while, just taking in each other’s company and appreciating that we finally got each other to open up a little bit. I’m the first to turn in, the long day I had finally settles into my body. I give Gojo a smile and tell him goodnight. He tells me he’ll be up for a while, but wishes for me to have a nice sleep. I nod to him before climbing back through my window. My bed seemed comfier tonight, maybe it’s because I’m getting comfortable here. Maybe it’s just my imagination. I lay there, moments before falling into unconsciousness, I think about Gojo sitting outside alone and what he could be thinking about. If I wasn’t so tired I’d stay out there with him, I’ll have more chances though. I have a feeling our little ‘before bed talks’ are just beginning.

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gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 1 ┊ wc: 3.8k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when y/n is transferred to tokyo from america for a teaching position at jujutsu tech, will it be the new beginning they need or not enough to exorcise the ghosts of the past?

cw: troubled reader, gojo is a ball of sunshine, super friendly gojo, mentally ill reader lmfao, light hearted, cold reader, canon timeline

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6:00am.

The obnoxious horn of my alarm sounds, the rattling of its vibration adding to my early morning irritation. I reluctantly turn over to stop it.

“C’mon, we start work today, you gotta get up,” my self-stated encouragement does little to nothing to motivate me. With a defeated sigh, I pick my phone up to go through it before I get ready.

Email, email, email. A few ‘i miss you’ texts from friends back home. One missed call from an unknown number. I lock the device and take a deep breath to soothe the anxiety that’s slowly building up for the day. I packed up my whole life in a day and got on the next available plane to Tokyo. It’s hit me that I really haven’t given myself any time to adjust. I’ve only been here a couple of days and I’m already starting my new job. I was told a car was being sent to escort me to the jujutsu technical school at around eight. With a groan, I force my legs off of my bed. My fists rub the sleep from my eyes as I yawn. I look over to my uniform that was laid out over my desk chair. The maroon fabric was worn from years of fighting, it was probably time for a new one.

“You’ve been through the ringer, huh?” my fingertips graze over the seams that sprouted loose threads. I strip myself of my pajamas and adorn myself with the familiar pieces. Wearing them now, in a new country, feels like a memory. Like I’m not meant to be wearing them here. I sigh, the nervous ache in my bones bleeds through the fabric clothing me, and I can already feel the sweat building up.

Breakfast, maybe eating will calm my nerves. I drag my feet to my small kitchen and pop a couple of pieces of bread into my toaster. A cold glass of water meets my lips as I wait. The early morning sun is starting to peek through my kitchen window. The view of Tokyo from my window wasn’t much, but it was still nice to look at. I mean, it was better than what I got in the States. The pop of my toaster releases and startles me, just as it always has. I grab the butter from the fridge and spread it on lightly. I’m careful to not dirty my uniform as I eat, eating over the sink to avoid crumbs. My phone rings from my bedroom, interrupting my meal causing me to throw away what bits I didn’t eat. The ringing, which had just been another alarm I set, stopped once I got a hold of my phone.

7:50am.

The driver will be here soon, I should get going. I grab my backpack from the floor and sling it over my shoulder. The weight sits comfortably on my back, all the textbooks we had to use back home weren’t required here so they’ve been taken out. I then grab my keys and reluctantly walk outside. A new job, new home, new faces.

Within five minutes, a black Audi pulls right in front of my place. A short man, who looks about as nervous as I do, steps out of the driver’s seat.

“A-ah, y/f/n? Yes, I’m Ijichi Kiyotaka,” he introduces with a slight bow and a thick japanese accent, “I’ll be driving you to Jujutsu Tech.”

“H-hello,” I politely bow back, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Have you eaten? We can stop for breakfast if you’d like?” he asks kindly as he opens the back door for me.

“I have, yes!” I reply while slipping inside, “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, my anxiety shrinking a little at the comfort in his words.

The car ride is silent, except for the soft sound of a random japanese radio station. We travel through winding roads that erode through a thick forest. I was told the school was hidden within one of the mountains in the outskirts of Tokyo. That they disguise themselves as a religious school to hide from the government or something along those lines. As we get closer, I’m in awe at the structures that lead to the school. Each one was constructed beautifully, and I’m fully anticipating the architecture of the school itself. Ijichi rounds the car in front of the final temple style gate and instructs that I will be escorted by a teacher from here. I grab my things once again and exit the car, making sure to thank him on my way out.

My surroundings almost overwhelm me. Statues everywhere, the whispered roar of the wind blowing through the trees, being in a new place in general. My eyes scan the area for anyone that looks like they could be a teacher but find none. My anxiety starts to build again, and I begin to walk on my own up the stone path. That was until something flashes in front of me.

A man, maybe about six-threeish, appears before me. His hair is white like the snow that covers the mountain tops and his face is adorned with a black blindfold that covers his eyes. It of course sparks my curiosity.

“I apologize for being late, that is solely my fault, I happen to just not be good with time,” his voice is sweet on my ears as he generously apologizes. I can tell already that he carries himself with ease, that nothing makes him anxious. He’s carefree almost. I’m so caught up in his ways that I didn’t even notice that he spoke to me in perfect english.

“O-oh, does everyone here speak English?” I of course did not want to assume, but considering that sorcery was pretty international, maybe they were taught more than one language at their schools. My own requires that students learn Spanish along with their normal English classes.

He chuckles, “Jujutsu Tech offers English classes for anyone interested. Most take them due to an overload of oversea missions. I was taught many languages growing up as are most that come from the three main families.” He smiles as he finishes explaining.

I nod to signal that the information he gave me stuck. “I don’t mean to be rude, but, uh, you are?” God I hope I don’t sound mean, I just realized that he hadn’t told me his name.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he lends his hand out to me, “Satoru Gojo, honorary member of the Gojo clan and the first year teacher you’ll be working with.”

I grab his hand in return, “y/f/n, It’s a pleasure to be here.”

He pulls his hand away. Not in an abrupt way, but more in the sense that he didn’t like to be touched for very long, which I understood. Hell, I’m the same way. He turns on his right foot and folds his arms behind his back like a little kid would, “Shall I show you around?”

I’m quiet as I follow him, just taking in the scenery as best as I can. The estate was covered in traditional Japanese buildings and beautiful gardens with koi ponds. I was in awe at the detail put into everything.

“Not what you’re used to, huh?” the white haired man in front of me speaks.

“No, not at all. Ours looked nothing like this,” my eyes still gazed at the new school in front of me.

“What’s yours like?” he stops progressing forward and turns to speak to me directly.

“Like any typical American school,” I explain, letting my gaze wander just a bit more before meeting with his clothed one. “Our government is unfortunately heavily involved in our work so we weren’t allowed to disguise ourselves like other countries can.”

“Really?!” I was surprised that he was surprised. I assumed everyone knew.

I knew I was looking at him like he was stupid, and I felt bad for it, but I genuinely couldn’t help it, “The American government sucks, we can barely control giving out class upgrades. I didn’t get my grade one title until last year even though I should’ve gotten it when I was eighteen.”

“That’s insane to me,” from what I could see of his face, he was clearly shocked, “I’ve never had the chance to visit, so I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but thankfully I’m not there anymore and can live a bit more freely here,” I try not to let the situation bum me out, although it does sadden me to think about the friends I left behind.

“Of course,” he hums and continues guiding me through the property.

-

“The first years had an early morning mission, they should be back around noon. I can show you where you’ll be staying in the meantime.”

”Staying?” confusion riddles my voice.

“The place you’re in now was just temporary, most sorcerers in Japan use the schools as a base of sorts. We didn’t move you in immediately so you could have time to adjust,” he explains, walking me over to the left side of the property.

“O-oh,” is all I could say.

“We are actually in the same building, I hope that isn’t a problem,” he says, sliding the main door open for me, “I promise I’m a quiet neighbor.”

He leads me down the hall, we’ve already passed by two rooms. Gojo pointed out that the second one was his. We stop in front of the very last one and he slides the door over, I slip my shoes off and step inside.

“You’ll be given a new uniform as well, we just-“ “I’d like to keep this one,” I cut him off, “if that’s okay?” Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I can tell that he gets the hint as he backs off, “Of course! We don’t focus too much on formalities here, anyways.”

“I’m sorry,” my fingers toy with the hem of my uniform jacket, “I just wanna keep at least this the same.”

“I understand, I can’t imagine what it must be like to leave your friends and family behind,” he says with his hand rubbing the back of his head. My face sours at the mention of family, and I immediately cross my arms over my chest.

“Yeah, could we see the rest of the school?” I try to ask in a way to change the subject, but I fear it came off more like I was annoyed. I beat myself up mentally as I notice Gojo shift uncomfortably on his heels. He nods, unsure of what to say, and turns to enter the hall again.

The rest of the tour is quieter than it was before. My fault I’m sure. He shows me the training field next. I can see a couple of what I assume are students out on the grass.

“Oh great! The second years are here!” his voice rings as he leads me down the concrete steps and onto the field. “Maki!” his hands cup around his mouth to elevate his voice.

The green haired girl turns around, bottle of water to her lips. A shorter blonde headed boy next to her looks into the direction of their teacher's voice as well. I can feel my heart start to beat faster as we get closer. This is my first time meeting my new students, I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“y/n, this is Maki,” Gojo’s hand rests on the upper part of my back which catches me off guard in the moment, but I brush it off, “the new teacher I mentioned last week.”

The girl’s face remains deadpanned, “please tell me you’re replacing him.”

I snort at her comment, her bluntness humored me. I quickly cover it up with a cough before answering, “no, just an additional help.”

She sighs in disappointment as she rests her chin against the wooden staff she held in her hands.

“And this is Toge,” Gojo motions towards the shorter boy. His face is covered by his high neck collar so I’m only able to see his eyes.

Toge raises his palm to me, “salmon.”

“Sal-mon?” I look to Gojo for an explanation, maybe this was just a prank on the newbie?

“Toge is of the Inumaki clan,” his arm slings around the younger boy’s shoulders, his eyes show immediate annoyance, “cursed speech is an inherited technique in their family, so he only speaks in rice ball ingredients to limit himself.”

“Damn, that sucks,” I felt like I was too casual with my words the second they left my mouth, I’m just so used to talking to my students back home this way.

“Shake,” he shakes his head, I’m assuming he’s trying to say ‘it’s okay’.

“You’ll just have to get used to conversation with him, it’s easy to pick up after a while,” Gojo explains, “anyways, there’s two more second years, but Yuta Okkotsu is in Africa for a mission, and I’m not sure where Panda is.”

“He was still sleeping, but maybe he’s with Principal Yaga now,” Maki informs as she turns to walk back in the field.

Gojo brings his hands together joyously, “Just where we were going next!”

I wave goodbye to my new students and follow behind my fellow sorcerer.

“Yaga sensei!” Gojo’s voice echoes through the empty room of the main building he’s just brought me into.

“Satoru!” a new voice replies. As we walk just a few more feet, I’m met with a man sitting among nearly a hundred stuffed animals.

He speaks again, in Japanese this time so I’m unable to understand him. I keep my attention focused on his conversation with Gojo, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying.

“y/n, we appreciate having you,” Yaga speaks to me in somewhat broken english, “if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you sir, I will,” I bow in response to his kindness, “Oh, wait, didn’t Maki say there would be a student here?”

“Oh, Panda!” Gojo adds next to me, “he must still be sleeping.” “The first years should be back, let’s go bug them, shall we?” A mischievous smile creeps onto Gojo’s face. I sense that maybe he might have a soft spot for these students specifically.

We exit through the door and progress towards the front lawn. As we walk down the steps of the main building, three figures appear from a distance.

“Gojo sensei!” a harmonious whine emits from the trio, “we’re hungry!”

The man next to me laughs, “these are our beloved first years.”

“Gojo, why do you have a phone if you aren’t gonna use it?” the black haired one mumbles. His expression told me that he wasn’t really a laid back type.

“Huh?” the teacher next to me pulls his phone from his pocket, I assume he hasn’t checked it all morning, “haha! my bad!” Steam was practically fuming from the poor boy’s ears, I have a feeling this is pretty normal for them.

“Anyways, this is Noba-“

“Nobara Kugisaki!” the caramel headed girl cheers, her hand extending to take mine.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I smile at her. I like her. Her demeanor is welcoming and gives off almost a little sister vibe.

“This is Yuuji Itadori,” Gojo continues, putting a hand on the middle boy’s shoulders, “You may know him as Sukuna’s vessel in the states.”

“Wait…this is him?”

“Well don’t say it like that!” Yuuji whines, I didn’t mean to say it in an offensive way, I just wasn’t expecting a kid.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” I shake my head, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be a child.”

Yuuji sighs, and Gojo moves into the last one. “And this is my beloved son, Megumi,” I’d never seen a grown man crumble so easily for a child. His long arms squeezed around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him into a restricting hug. Megumi was clearly uncomfortable and his counterpart clearly didn’t care.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that,” the younger struggles as he attempts to get out of Gojo’s death grip of a hug.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that,” Gojo fake pouts at his student’s rejection.

“Gojo, you haven’t even told us their name, you are a terrible host,” Megumi scolds as he finally escapes from the grip he was in.

“It’s y/n, just call me y/n,” I inform the three.

“Well, now that we’re all acquainted, what should we do for the rest of the day?”

“I guess I should move in my things right?”

“Perfect! The first years make excellent movers!”

A symphony of groans erupts at Gojo’s suggestion. As each of them go back and forth with each other, I find myself in the backseat. Just studying the dynamic of these four. It’s chaotic, but I can tell that each one of these students cares so deeply about one another. Their teacher almost has an older brother dynamic with them, a mentor. We didn’t have anything like this in the states. I wish we could have though. Things would have been different.

“Okay, let’s go!” Gojo exclaims and pulls me from my thoughts. Together, we trail closely behind the students as we all walk down to where Ijichi dropped me off earlier. As the road comes into view, surely enough a black SUV waited for our arrival.

“I feel like we’ll need more than one vehicle for my things,” I laugh awkwardly, hoping this wasn’t all the space I had to stuff my things into.

“Oh no don’t worry, another one will follow behind us,” Gojo assures, opening the door for me.

I give him a small ‘okay’ and climb into the car behind my new students.

-

A summer’s day comes to an end with the chirping of cicadas settling outside of my new home. The dialogue of the show that’s playing on my computer is almost drowned out by the sound. I stood crossing the floor putting away my things. My closet was organized, my desk was set and every little decoration was in place. I did notice earlier that a tv wasn’t one of my already available furnishings so that’s one thing I do need to put on my shopping list. I also realized earlier after getting my stuff here that the teacher’s rooms were a lot bigger than the students. Ours were set up like little studio apartments, everything I needed was here. After I finally put the last thing of mine away, I closed my computer and slid my window open to sit on the back deck area.

The sky was glowing a dark purple hue, the slight shine of the moon was just starting to beam. My head leaned against the supporting beam beside me as I gazed out over the beautiful garden that sat behind the dorms. I hadn’t really had time to myself today, this felt nice, but since I was now alone, I could feel thoughts festering inside my head. I try my best to shake them, but the memories from home overpower me. I can feel my eyes start to tear up, I feel helpless. This move is supposed to be good for me so why am I still hurting?

“y/n?” a concerned voice startles me. I quickly wipe my eyes, how pathetic would I be to be caught crying on my first day. “y/n, are you okay?” It’s Gojo, he’s stepping out of his window to make way towards me.

His appearance catches my eye, he’s completely different out of uniform. His black blindfold is now replaced with white bandages wrapped around his head. His snow white hair fell flat over his forehead, and his uniform was now replaced with comfy pajamas. He looked domestic, I won’t lie, it was kind of attractive.

“Yeah, yeah,” I pull myself together quickly, “I’m fine.” He sits down beside me, one leg folding under his knee.

“I know you just met me today, but if there’s something bothering you, I’m free to talk,” I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel his genuine concern. His demeanor was much different than it was earlier today, less childlike, more like a friend.

“Gojo, I swear I’m fine, really,” I reassure. Please don’t push it anymore.

“Please, call me Satoru, I know calling someone by their last name isn’t really an American thing,” he laughs, “Plus, I’d consider us friends already.”

“Thank you, really, but I'm okay with calling you Gojo,” I pull my knee up to tuck it into my chest.

“Are you homesick?” he moves so that his back is against the supportive beam beside him and he’s facing me, legs crossed over one another.

“It’s not that, it’s just…” I try to find the best words to explain without having to trauma dump on him, but I can’t.

“I get it,” his arms fold across his chest, “I figure we all have something that haunts us, almost like it’s a requirement to be a sorcerer.” He laughs, I assume at the irony of being a sorcerer. That’s the only thing I can find funny at the moment.

“It’s funny,” I add, “we spend our lifetimes saving so many people…so many that don’t even know they’re being saved”. I look out into the garden, the glow of the now night sky moon reflecting off the koi ponds. “Who saves us?” my fingers pick at the hem of my pajama pants.

It’s silent as we take in our conversation, searching for what we’ll say next. The buzz of the cicadas continues to ring through the forest.

“Sorcery feels like a marathon sometimes,” I can feel the sadness grow in my voice, “but all you’re met with at the end are the corpses of your friends.”

“You sound exactly like a friend I used to have,” Gojo turns his head to look at me, “that’s dangerous thinkin’.”

“Where is this friend now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smiles, I can tell he’s trying to lighten the mood. “Alright, c’mon get to bed, we have to be teachers tomorrow,” he urges as he gets to his feet and lends a hand out to help me off of mine.

I take it, it’s warm, like an oven mitt that’s just held a pan straight from the oven. His slender fingers curl around mine so delicately as he pulls me up. “Thanks,” I pull my hand away quickly, the contact making me more anxious by the second.

“No problem,” he ignores my gesture and turns towards his window, “oh and if you ever need anything, I’m a window away.”

“Night, Gojo,” I wave him off.

“Goodnight!”

His window slides shut and I take one last look over the garden, fully accepting that this is where I’ll be living for a while. With a sigh, I step back into my own room and shut the world out with the slide of my window. My bed swallows me as I curl into it, a plush ocean of blankets and pillows seals me for the night.

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𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 & 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊

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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when y/n is transferred to tokyo from america for a teaching position at jujutsu tech, will it be the new beginning they need or not enough to exorcise the ghosts of the past?

𝐜𝐰: angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, cold reader, reader exhibits signs of ptsd or trauma in general, gojo is a total sweetheart, jujutsu sorcerer!reader, fluff, possible eventual smut, mentally ill reader lmfao, reader isn’t gendered but has female aligned body, canon typical violence, reader is early to mid 20’s, canon timeline, slow burn

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[isagamis]

☽ angst ♡ fluff ✹ smut

𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐭

𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐚

𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮

wish it were you ✹ ⇨ thoma has a little crush and can’t control himself once he’s alone

𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐞

#mlist

[isagamis]

wish it were you

wc: 1.3k ⋮ thoma x reader

synopsis: thoma has a little crush and can’t control himself once he’s alone

cw: masturbation, swearing, lewd thoughts

(not proof read, on the spot blurb)

“and you’ve beat me, yet again,” thoma sighs in a whine.

“you have got to up your game, my friend,” the head of the kamisato clan chuckles, “i should just start placing bets at this point.”

“yeah, yeah, very funny,” the ginger replies as he picks up the game pieces and puts them away, “if you don’t mind, i think i’m gonna call it a night.”

“i don’t at all, i’d be tired too if i was constantly getting beat,” ayato teases.

thoma rolls his eyes playfully as he stands to his feet. he waves his superior goodnight before making way to his room. the second he knows he’s out of lord kamisato’s sight he rushes down the hall. he knows he must look stupid from an outside perspective, but he didn’t care. he needed to get to the security of his own bed fast.

his feet stopped abruptly in front of his door and he quickly let himself inside. a deep sigh of relief blows through his chest, seeing now that he can finally relax. his cropped jacket slips from his arms and thoma’s fingers pull the black fabric of his tank top over his head. his mind races as he hypes himself up.

all day, the only thing that’s been clouding his brain is you. he couldn’t think of anything else if he tried. he accidentally came across you training on the beach earlier in the day and couldn’t help but to watch. the way you swung your polearm mesmerized him. the sweat that glistened on your bare midrif engrained in his memories. he’d spoken to you only a couple of times, each time was just him jumbling up his words as he was too flustered to make sense. it took him a while to admit he had a massive crush on you, but once ayato found out about it he just has to accept it. he gets constant teasing from the kamisato siblings about it.

after seeing you on the beach, his mind drifted further and further into dangerous territory. he knew it was wrong, he wanted to stop, but he would be lying if he didn’t enjoy the thought of you on top of him. images of you with your mouth wrapped around his cock riddled his brain. he’d been counting down the seconds until he could be in his bedroom. the boner he’d been forcing away all day could finally be released. his fingers pulled the small hair tie from his ponytail to let his hair fall freely against his back.

his other hand worked at his belt quickly to get his pants off. god, he hated himself for thinking of you this way, but his fantasies about you were just too much. the pain between his legs was unbearable, he had to do something about it.

a whine slips from his lips as his fingers mistakenly graze against his erection as his pants fall to the floor. he steps out of them and lays back onto his bed. the top of his back rests gently against the fluffy pillows behind him, the back of his head props up against the headboard. his lean body melts into the mattress as his hands begin to roam his body. each touch he pretends are your own. thoma lets out a gasp as his fingertips pinch one of his nipples. he can feel his cock throb in his boxers, but he doesn’t want to relieve it just yet. he wonders how far he can take this fantasy before he can’t stand it anymore.

he pictures you above him, legs straddling him, your mouth on his. he tries to imagine what your chest would feel like pressed against his, or how the heat of your pussy would feel against his dick. a moan escapes him as his other hand palms his clothed cock. he wonders if you ever think of him this way, if you make yourself cum imagining it’s his fingers inside of you instead of your own. he wants nothing more than to kiss you, find out what you actually taste like. with a mind of their own, his hips thrust into the air only to be met with nothing.

“y/n…” your name sounds like heaven he thinks. he can feel his tip leaking, he knows he’ll be met with a purplish hue once he reveals himself. the pain in his groin is becoming too much. his slender fingers dip into his boxers, pulling out the hardened shaft, not even bothering to rid himself of his underwear completely. his pointer fingers taps over his dripping slit, a string of precum connects the two. his other hand still works at his nipples, the extra stimulation just makes his mind more cloudy. he spreads his arousal down past his tip and begins to slide his fist up and down. his fingers squeeze around his veiny shaft, he tries to simulate the way he thinks your pussy would tighten around him.

“f-fuck—unngh,” his back arches as his dick finally gets the relief it’s been begging for. thoma’s lip is sucked between his teeth, he’s careful not to bust it. his thoughts gets naughtier as he continues to jerk himself off. he imagines what you’d do if you saw him like this. would you hop right on top of him or would you just sit and watch as he gets himself off to you? he can feel his body sting with heat the more worked up he gets. the tip of his cock is a prominent angry crimson color, his body jolts as he pinches the sensitive head. the twist of his wrist tries its best to keep the pace he’s set without cramping up. thoma is too caught up in the moment to notice the strain. his chest heaves as he begins to pant like a dog, he just knows theres a dark red blush spread across his cheeks. if anyone walked in on him at that moment, he’d probably die of embarrassment.

he uses the hand on his chest to graze across his abdomen. fingertips dug into and pulled at the pale skin. he looks down at himself, admiring the way his hand cupped around him, he imagined it was you blowing him. the thought of your wet, warm mouth was enough to make him twitch. his long awaited orgasm was going to hit him soon and he knew he’d need to cover his mouth when it did. he didn’t think he’d be able to control his volume when it was you who he was thinking of. “god—ah—fuck,” he mewled, his fist squeezing tighter around him to coax his orgasm. he wanted nothing more than to be inside of you right now. his body craved every inch of you. he knows he sounds pathetic and desperate but he doesn’t care.

throaty groans echo the room as he feels the band about to snap. the muscles in his abdomen tense as his hand stimulates his tip more. his breathing becomes erratic and he prepares to cover his mouth with his pillow as it approaches.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” his words are muted by the pillow his face is stuffed into. his cock twitches and thick ropes of white spurt out onto his torso. he feels electricity in every cell in his body as it hits him. the way he’s moaning into his pillow has him nervous that he’ll be heard. he fucks himself through the intense orgasm, milking himself of every last drop. he wonders if you wouldn’t hesitate to swallow him. if you’d push him further and overstimulate him. he whines as his hand finally lets go of his cock, it falls limp from exhaustion. thoma takes a minute to catch his breath and relax his body before he gets up to clean himself off.

he stands in the shower, the water hot against his back as he stands under the shower head. thoughts of you cloud his mind again as he contemplates whether or not he should act on this little crush he has. he doesn’t know how he’ll ever get the courage to speak to you himself, he prays the archons have it in their plans to make a little arrangement.

#thoma x reader #thoma smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader

[isagamis]

# rules !!

writing preferences

i will not write incest of any kind and will publically shame you if you request it

i will not write any r*pe or non con

absolutely no minor/adult relationships again i will publically shame you if you request it

no ddlg, r*peplay, beastiality, etc

typically will not write about ships i don’t ship

if i have already stated that i won’t write for a character please do not continue to ask

dni

proshippers, bigots, ableists, etc. i will not tolerate it.

#rules

[isagamis]

⤷ 𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧

⤷ 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐨

⤷ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

#mlist

[isagamis]

☽ angst ♡ fluff ✹ smut ♢ au

𝐠𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝

poison ✹ ♢ ⇨ when you run into your ex at a party, what’s the worst that could happen?

#mlist

[isagamis]

☽ angst ♡ fluff ✹ smut ⊹ fanfic

𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

when in paris ✹ ♡ ⇨ paris trip with the gojo satoru? what did you think would happen?

first times ✹

let me try ✹ ⇨ your best friend finds out your partners have never made you finish and decides he has to change that

hide & seek ⊹ ⇨ when y/n is transferred to tokyo from america for a teaching position at jujutsu tech, will it be the new beginning they need or not enough to exorcise the ghosts of the past?

𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

first times ✹

#mlist

[isagamis]

i am like this 👌🏼 close to writing genshin smut but i cannot pick a character

#it will probably be thoma #genshin impact smut

[isagamis]

let me try

wc: 1.9k ⋮ gojo satoru x afab!reader.

synopsis: your best friend finds out that you’ve never had an orgasm from oral and takes it upon himself to change that

cw: pussy eating, dirty talk, fingering, mutual orgasm

“wait, really?”

you look to the white haired man sitting parallel to you on your couch. his face is contorted in disbelief at what you just made known to him.

“yeah?” you tell him as if it’s common knowledge, “no one’s ever made me cum by eating me out.” your eyes busy back to your phone.

“y/n, y/n, y/n,” your best friend tsks, his head shakes in disappointment, “what kind of people are you sleeping with?”

”i don’t get around like you do, sato,” you sigh, “it’s mostly men though, i just starting thinking maybe there’s something wrong with me and that’s why.”

it’s quiet for a moment as gojo thinks of what to say next. his fingers rest on his chin as he chooses his next words carefully.

“i don’t wanna make this weird, like at all,” his hands cut through the hair as he expresses with them, “but i just cannot let you live like this.”

you look up from your phone again to see what he’s going on about, your brows pinch together in confusion.

“if you’re comfortable with it, i would gladly do this for you,” he bites his lip nervously as he studies your face for a response.

the muscles in your face contort to laugh, but gojo speaks up before you can.

“no, listen! i know what this sounds like, but i cross my heart hope to die that this is not me wanting to get in your pants,” he holds his hands up in an ‘i’m innocent’ matter, “you’re my best friend, and i love you and this won’t change a thing for me. i just want you to experience this because you deserve it.”

your lips purse as you ponder his offer. your cheeks felt hot as you were sure that you were blushing. nobody knew you like he did, though, so if anyone could do it and make it memorable, it’d be him.

“you’re not secretly in love with me, right?” your eyes narrow at him.

“what? no,” he answers with a slight look of playful disgust on his face.

“hmmmm,” you hum, “okay, why not?”

”uh-wow-okay, um i was not expecting you to agree to this,” he rambles, clearly becoming flustered.

you giggle at his nervous state, “you offered!”

“yeah, yeah,” he stills for a moment, “so, how do you wanna do this? d’you wanna, like, kiss to get ready or d’you wanna like dry hump or-“

“oh my god, please never say dry hump again,” you cringe.

“look, i’m just trying to let you control this!” he defends.

“we can makeout, i don’t mind,” you state tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“o-okay,” gojo replies scooting closer to you.

you’ve kissed each other before, but never on the lips. it was always just little endearing cheek or forehead kisses for comfort or greetings. anxiety crept up your spine as his head moved into yours. he leans in slowly until his pretty plush lips cradle yours. he’s soft with his movements, he lets you control the pace.

to his surprise, he feels your tongue prodding at his lips, he of course allows you to push through. he feels like he’ll accumulate cavaties because of how sweet you taste. gojo’s mind wonders if your pussy will have the same addicting flavor. the growing erection in his pants shows now sign of stopping at the thought of you, but he has to restrain himself. having sex with you would just be taking it too far, he could take care of himself later. he pushes his naughty thoughts about you to the side to focus on your pleasure.

his lips part from yours for a moment, “i’m gonna start touching you, okay?” you give him a slightly nervous nod as you watch his fingers work at the button on your shorts. light blue undies peaked out from the denim that he rid you of. he stands from the couch just to kneel in front of you on the floor, he motions for your body to turn to face him. you situate yourself so that your back is lazily propped against the back cusion and your knees sit in front of his face. your best friend dips his head down to your exposed belly to press light kisses against the soft skin. his lips trail from your belly button to the edge of your underwear. his hands smooth over your legs as he looks to you as if to ask if it was okay to keep going.

“sato, it’s fine, really,” you say as your hand gently pets his hair.

”just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” the genuine look on his face makes your heart swell. you’d never had a man pay so much attention to you and be so communacative about things.

”oh and,” he stops himself just as he was about to slip the blue frabric from you, “is there anything that you like or prefer for me to do?”

the question caught you off guard, men you’d slept with usually never cared to ask you what you liked.

“i like some fingering sometimes,” you could feel your ears sting as they grew hot, “…and i like, like, talking.” you hid your face behind you hands, embarrassed at what gojo probably thinks of you now.

“hey,” a large hand comes up and lowers your hands from your face, “you don’t have to be embarrassed, thank you for letting me know what i can do to make your experience better.”

your body relaxes at his words, your head rests on the cusion behind you as your fingers hook around the thin fabric seperating the two of you. gojo watches as you slowly slip them off your legs, licking his lips in anticipation. his hands find the back of your thighs to spread you open, his eyes sparkle at the sight of your sopping cunt. the way your juices glisten against your clit is so mesmerizing for him. his eyes settle on yours softly, not wanting to miss the way your face looks when his mouth sucks you in. your dainty hand entangles in the back of his head, fingers prepared to pull at the first feeling of pleasure.

gojo’s plump lips press wet kisses against your outer folds, your hips absentmindedly rut against him. gojo pushes your legs apart farther, your knees now in a wide ‘v’ position. he brings his thumb to slide over your clit causing volts of electricty to dart through your lower body. you let out a whimper at the sensation, the tip of your thumb becomes a hostage to your teeth as you await his next move. with a flat tongue, he licks a stripe from your hole to the top of your clit. your hand tightens on his head.

using his same thumb, he pulls one of your lips to the side and holds it there. without hesitation, he devours you. his tongue hits every beat. the lewd squelching mixes with your own throaty moans, and it’s all music to gojo’s ears. he swore he fell in love with you by the way you face contorted, all because of his tongue. he hates that you’ve never experienced it this good before. he thinks about going all the way again, how he wants to make you cum over and over again until you can’t anymore. he’s so angry that the men you’ve been with haven’t been satisfying you the way you deserve. he feels you should be getting nothing but the best orgasms.

“sator-ru,” your mouth falls open as you look down at him. his pretty blue eyes watch you in awe as his lips suck your clit. his other hand that was still on the back of your thigh climbs under your shirt to massage your breast. your hard nipple becomes trapped between his cold, slender fingers. whines drip from your mouth as he works on you, everything he’s doing is pushing you further and further.

“you look so pretty, y/n,” gojo feels himself becoming more and more intoxicated the more he slurps you up. your taste is nothing he’s ever had before. he feels like he’ll never be able to get enough, like he’ll be chasing this flavor for the rest of his life. he forgets for a while that you’re only his best friend, that he can’t do this with you every day. he pushes the thoughts away for now, he’ll have to sort his feelings another time. he uses the hand holding your lips apart to insert his middle and ring finger inside of you.

“gojo, f-fuck,” he watches your back arch under his mercy, “if you keep doing that, i’m gonna cum.”

he keeps the pace of his fingers steady, the rhythm of his tongue matches up with them perfectly. he can feel you start to contract your walls around him and he desperately wishes he could feel you cum around his cock. he’s aching, but it’s worth it to see you like this, he feels like he could cum just from pleasuring you.

“fuck, fuck, gojo,” you begin to pant as the knot in your gut begins to tighten, “i’m gonna cum soon.”

“cum whenever you want, darlin’,” your best friend coos against your clit. his pointed tongue twirls around his as he pulls it into his mouth once again. his fingers start to curl inside of you, hitting your g-spot perfectly. he’s made a complete mess of his face. your arousal has covered his chin and practically drips from his lips. he doesn’t want to stop, he’s too enthralled with your body to even think about stopping.

your hips start rutting against his face as your orgasm approaches rapidly. your hand grips the back of his head to hold him in place. he lets you use him, his restrained cock twitches as you do. he wants to cum with you so badly.

“you’re gonna make me cum in my pants, baby,” he groans into you.

“then cum with me,” your soft voice speaks through pants. he moans at your words, happy that he wasn’t alone in his thoughts.

“god, fuck, i’m cu-“ your orgasm tears through you and forces a cry to escape your lips. your legs squeeze together in attempts to cage gojo’s head to your body. paying it no mind, he keeps his tongue and fingers going as his own orgasm hits him the same. his mouth falls open against you and his throaty moans vibrate through your clit causing goosebumps to cover your body. he loses his mind at the feeling of you creaming onto his tongue. he laps up every bit of it, like he hadn’t had water in weeks.

“ah, fuck, y/n,” he hisses into you, “you taste so fucking good.” his hand that’s still squeezing your breast loosens and slides down your abdomen.

your breath is heavy and your legs hurt from being spread open. “oh my god,” your hands rest against the back of your head as your process everything.

“good, yeah?” your white haired friend smirks at you from between your thighs. all you can do is nod, practically breathless.

you watched through half lidded eyes as gojo stood to his feet. his chin was glittering with your juices, and his hair was disheveled due to you pulling at it. he strides past you, walking towards the kitchen.

he stops at the kitchen sink to clean his face off. “i’m available any time, y’know?” he shoots you a smug wink.

“hmm, i’ll have to remember that next time i wanna do this,” the look on your face tells gojo that maybe you too were also thinking about going further with him, and he instantly regrets not doing anything about it sooner.

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[isagamis]

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 + 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

pairings: all x female bodied!reader

characters: geto suguru, gojo satoru

cw: smut, fluff, sex, pussy eating, making out, unprotected sex

[a/n: this is just part one because i didnt realize how long these would get, please let me know who you’d like to see next]

𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔….he’s super slick about it. it was just another friday night in. the two of you were watching some movie you both agreed upon. you noticed suguru had been acting a bit different, though. he insisted on laying on top of you while you watched the movie. his head nuzzled into your lower abdomen, his arms wrapped around your waist as your hands played with his long jet black hair. soft hums vibrate against your belly as he hums along to a song he knows thats playing through the tv. “sugu, get up, i need water,” you ask kindly with a few taps to his arm. he just groans in response, squeezing you tighter. “pleaseee, i’m thirsty,” you beg as you try to unlatch his arms from around you. “so am i, but you don’t see me whinin’,” he retorts, his face buried in your sweatshirt. “if you let me up, i’ll get us both some water,” you let out a final plea. “i’m not thirsty for that,” he chuckles, kissing the exposed skin of your abdomen, “i’m thirsty for you.” you let out a belly laugh at your boyfriend’s corny humor, “oh, i see.” his large hands begin to softly rub circles into your sides. “what are you thirsty for exactly?” you ask, coming down from your small laughing fit. “hmmmm,” he hums against your skin, “this?” his eyes shoot to meet yours to read your response. you’d only been dating for about a month or so, you hadn’t even had sex yet much less seen these parts of each other. he was hoping he wasn’t being too abrupt about it. he just really wanted to feel closer to you, but would totally understand if you said no. “oh really?” you cock an eyebrow at his answer. you didn’t mind, you were just curious as to what got him so riled up. all that you had on were some old pajama pants and a stretched out sweatshirt.

“sure, why not,” you oblige. “really?” his eyes light up in an instant, “you will not regret this i promise.” “oh christ,” you roll your eyes at his excitement as you pulled him upwards to you so you could kiss him. his lips meet yours, and he’s already pushing his tongue into your mouth. you let him of course, if you were being honest with yourself, his eagerness was hot. the fact that he was this excited to pleasure you had you wondering what you did in your past life to get this lucky now. his fingers made quick work of pushing your pajama pants down and off your legs. his palm was warm against your skin as he pushed your right thigh out. his mouth trailed down your jawline to your neck as his thumb rubbed soft circles into your thigh, eliciting a small whimper from you. you could feel yourself getting aroused from his lips alone, and the way his hips settled against yours wasn’t helping. “those sounds alone could make me cum,” he laughed against your neck, “do make more, you sound so pretty.” he adjusted himself to move his head lower, his body sliding down your torso. he brought himself to sit on his knees as he examined your clothed cunt, and you could now see the tent building in his sweatpants. two fingers hook under the waistband of your underwear and pull them down gently. his mouth immediately attaches to your mound, planting kisses here and there. you gasp at the feeling of his lips finally touching you. two thumbs seperate your outer lips from each other, his eyes light up at the glossiness of your wet hole. “so pretty,” he says smiling at you, a blush covers your cheeks. his eyes stay on yours as his tongue peaks out from his lips and prods at your clit.

he watches as your head snaps back and a moan escapes you. your hand grips his long hair and he takes it further. he wastes no time in slurping you up. your juices spilling over his lips. he has you panting from the way he’s circling your clit. your mind goes fuzzy as he starts to suck on it. he’s mesmirized at your reaction, and he’s happy that he’s the one making you feel this good. he can feel your hand pushing his head harder into your pussy and he takes the oppurtunity to let you grind your hips against his mouth. he can’t believe how hot you are using him like this. he stays still, his tongue flat against your cunt. “fuck, sugu, i’m gon-“ his lips go back to work on you as your hips continue to rut against him. your throaty ‘ah, ah, ahs’ are driving him insane, he can’t wait to see you finish on his tongue for the first time. he sucks your clit harder and that’s it for you, a slip of his name followed by erotic whimpers spills from your mouth. he slows down as he feels your juices cover his tongue, he takes in all of it. your chest rises and falls as you breathe deeply enough to catch your breath. you look down to your boyfriend whose mouth is glistening with your arousal and he looks so cute with that stupid little smile on his face. “had i known you were this good, i would’ve done this a lot sooner,” you panted. geto wipes his mouth as his face comes closer to yours, “just ask anytime, babe, i’m always available.”

𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗….he’s very gentle. it was just another makeout session on your couch. your boyfriend of a few months was weighing down on top of you, your legs squeezing his sides. your hands entangled in his hair as his tongue explored your mouth. on multiple occasions, you’d thought about what it’d be like if these sessions went further, you wanted them to. but gojo never seemed to allow them too, so you figured maybe he just wasn’t ready, which was fine of course. you were fed up with the curiousity though and sick of having to use your hand to relieve yourself after he left for the night. your hips rolled slightly against his to see if he’d get the hint. as if on cue, he pulled away from you, lifting himself to hover over you. you suddenly feel embarrasses for even trying and start to feel like maybe he didn’t want to do anything more because of you. he reaches for his phone that’s set on the coffee table next to the couch and checks the time. “i should probably go…” he trails awkwardly. as he moves to get up, you quickly grab his sleeve. “we could keep going,” your voice is soft, the inside of your cheek is assualted by your teeth at your nervousness. he’s quiet. “satoru,” you squeeze the fabric between your fingers as your eyes avert to your lap, “i want you so bad it hurts.”

“i’ve been waiting so long for you to say that,” gojo whispers. his body is on yours again as his lips mold with yours. “i thought…maybe…you just didn’t…want me,” you say between kisses. “i’ve wanted you for so long,” his mouth attaches to your neck, “i just didn’t know if that’s what you wanted.” “you are such an idiot,” you laugh as his hand crawls underneath your shirt. “can i take this off?” he stops to look you in the eyes. “yes, please,” you consent. he slips your shirt over your head and marvels at the site of your bare chest. your adjust yourself so that your back is resting more on the arm of the couch than on the cushion. “can i touch them?” you nod. his large hand comes to one of your breasts and massages it as his mouth attaches to the other. a gasp leaves you and you can feel your arousal worsen. gojo pulls himself up to sit on his knees that are spread enough to kee your legs apart. he keeps eye contact with you as he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it behind him. he watches as your delicate hand traces down his abdomen and over his belt. he follows your lead and removes his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs. you eye the large tent in them and suddenly feel yourself clam up with nervousness. “can i take these off?” he asks as his hands rest ontop of your sweatpants. “y-yeah,” the anxiety was evident in your voice. “baby, what’s wrong? we can stop if you want,” gojo’s hand cups your cheek, his face riddled in concern. “no, no i wanna do this, i just don’t want you to be disappointed in me,” your worries sound stupid now that you’ve said it out loud.

“now, why would i ever be disappointed in you?” he gives you a crooked smile. “i don’t know, like, maybe if i’m not good enough at this for you or som-“ “y/n,” he interrupts, “i love you, having sex with you isn’t gonna change that.” you let out a sigh of relief at his affirmation. he kisses your forehead and draws his attention back to your pants. he pulls them down slowly and tosses them on the floor. “you look so pretty, baby,” he compliments as he lays his chest flat against yours, his lips connect to your neck once more. his clothes erection rubs against your covered clit causing you to let out a breathy moan. your boyfriend hovers over you, his eyes finding yours to settle on. “you sure you wanna do this?” “yeah, i’m sure,” you confirm. gojo plants a kiss on your lips before pulling himself up to his knees again to remove your underwear. he slides them down swiftly and rids himself of his own. your eyes widen at his now freed cock. he’s a lot bigger than you thought he’d be and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated. he grabs the shaft of his dick and slides the tip between your folds earning a whimper from you. “fuck, you’re already so wet,” he hisses. he hovers back over you so that he’s face to face with you. “i’m gonna go slow, okay? just stop me if it hurts or you change your mind,” he explains as he awaits your answer. you nod, “m’kay.” “i love you,” his eyes shift from yours to your lips. “i love you, too.”

he gently pushes your thigh out to give himself more room. his eyes stay on yours as he slides his tip in. your pussy happily welcomes him with ease. “aaaahh, fuck,” gojo’s mouth falls open as your walls squeeze him. your head falls back as he bottoms out inside you, a strained moan slips from your lips. “s-so big,” your hand comes up to rest on his shoulder. he leaves small wet kisses down your jawline to help you relax. “okay, you can move,” your eyes zip shut as he pulls his hips back and moves them back in. his hand travels down to your thigh to pull your leg up slightly to give himself more leverage. “fuck, ‘toru!” his actions caused him to hit deeper, his tip kissing your cervix. his head buries itself in the crook of your neck, his moans echo into your ear. “can i speed up? you feel so fucking good,” he groans. “yeah,” you pant, “please.” his hips pick up the pace, and you grip his hair for support. the way his pubic bone hits your clit just right has your mind reeling. you’d never had sex that felt this good. the noises you’re letting out are embarrassingly erotic, but you can tell gojo is getting off on it by the way he’s panting in your ear. “god, fuck, your pussy feels so good, baby,” he whines. “‘m gonna cum soon, ‘toru,” you breathe, your head nuzzling against his. “me too, fuck,” his head lifts up to kiss you. the kisses are sloppy and inconsistent, but it’s so hot.

“satoru—huungh—i’m gonna cum,” your body tenses up as you feel your orgasm about to spill. “go ahead, angel,” he says kissing your neck again. you tighten yours arms around him as your release washes over you. your legs squeeze him as your cunt contracts around his cock. “ah, fuck, i’m cumming,” his voice is low in your ear as a string of whimpers follow it. he leaks inside as your chests simultaneously heave. he shakes against you as he continues to thrust, riding both of your orgasms out until the end. “holy fuck,” you chuckle as you look at him, “so much better than my hand.” gojo laughs as he throws an extra pillow over your face.

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