#i dont think gojo could have fixed it

[fortunatelyenchantingtaco]

I know Geto is like a big sore spote in the whole fandom and i might be a bit insane, but i do love his story specifically because i dont think there is a way to fix it

We are being shown that well, he got really depressed and went into self isolation. In most cases, the best course of action would be to remove him from distress and have time to heal. The issue is that Geto couldnt just leave — he believes he needs to kill curses, and to become stronger he needs to eat them which distresses him further, and if he leaves people will die, and he cant ignore that just to keep himself sane. For a man like him if he head a specific goal to become strong for, i dont think the eating process would have been such a big issue, but we have to have a big distinction that jujutsu sorcerer is, at the end of the day, a profession. You’re not a chosen superhero to save the world. Those growing up in clans may have a worse childhood, but growing up with understanding that yes curses exist its part of nature does make it easier to bear. Which is one of reason why Gojo, even while having all the trauma, didnt have such gripes with reasons or goals — this is a life he was born into.

Thinking of sorcery as more than a job makes you perceive yourself as more of a hero, and heroes are good and just and get recognition. Non sorcerers dont know about them. Geto fell into a trap of doing something for others and despairing. Its easier not to think about that shit when you’re naturally good at it, and you have fun — which is why Amanai situation and Gojo becoming stronger was so bad. Now he went on missions alone, which meant no company to distract him, and now it was no longer all fun shits and giggles, its a job full of tragedies. Considering Gojo was targeted since birth, we can assume he killed people before Toji, death is, unfortunately, familiar to him. Not for Geto — not seeing someone you care about die right before you, and certainly not being that close to death himself. He’s not longer the best at it, and its no longer fun, and he gets no recognition. Tobe precise, those are not bad thinks to want — we all want them. But if you dont get them here he would have been better to ya know. Find another job probably

Like the worst part about this whole thing is that some shit like that would have happened eventually one way or another, they’re not invincible. Childhood would eventually end, and in a way Geto spiraling is inevitable. The system is inherently flawed, and the issue they deal with is cruel. Some jobs are much more dangerous and have a detrimental effect on your mental health — its just that no one thought to give jujustu sorcerers some help, which is another problem. Adding the fact that he’s neither a saviour being thanked by everyone, or a strongest, yeah, he can’t figure out how to do this shit.

In AUs, I do think there are ways he could have handled it. Like if Gojo wasn’tin school, maybe he took his whole education with the clan? Or my au where he’s in a prison realm for centuries? Like yeah, sure, if Geto was the strongest, the only person here, i do think he would have probably felt invaluable. Youre great for your profession, you were born for it, why would you leave?

This may be projecting, but i do think his way of thinking about it is inherently flawed, a very slippery slope. People need a goal, a meaning, but looking for it outward is a sure way to get yourself into a slump, I went through this shit in a nasty manner when everything i did revolved around other people. Basing your decisions on what others would think is an easy way to pretend like its not your responsibility. This is why Gojo tells Megumi to be selfish and this is why during the entrance exams Yaga says that others wont appreciate your actions and you cant base your motivations off others.

Thats the ultimate tragedy, the fact that thinking like Geto did is ridiculously easy. You go into uni on the same course as your friend just to be with them and when something goes wrong your first thought would be that you did that for them, even thought its your life choices and decision. Yeah.

I have no conclusions for you, just some ramblings. I like my Geto mean and fucked up and insecure, makes him so real and relatable as a person.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #jjk analysis #yeah #i dont think gojo could have fixed it #or anyone #or even absence of toji and happy ending for amanai #i think this would have happened one way or another #i know many would say im probably too hard on geto #im projecting i agree #but also its so fucking easy to think others owe you shit for your actions #so then when you get nothing its hurts worse #in a way #geto solved thst problem with his genocide #gave himself meaning #good for mental health #bad for everything else #tbf #life is fucked up and horrible and his way of survival is just one of them #but personally i judge #just because i was there and it makes me feel too mych

[chuuyrr]

Request Idea for Scarlet Witch reader! If your interested that is :3

So, idk if your have seen the JJK 0 movie but there is a scene at the end where Gojo confronts Getou and says something and I was wondering if we could get that with Scarlet reader and her partner? Except maybe Gojo and the others witness her say something to him but dont know what she says 👀 it could be a love confession or you could leave it blank with right before Scarlet witch reader finishes him, he gives her a smile?

Maybe even have Scarlet reader walk past Gojo and the others looking almost dead(?) Like her eyes are glazed, blood on her face, head down, ect? Idk how else to describe it 😭 but I have so many ideas and this is just one iv been thinking of 🧍‍♀️

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader confronts ex-partner similarly to adoptive dad! gojo with geto

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series | first part

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for jujutsu kaisen 0, major references to multiverse of madness, and scarlet witch in general, angst

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the adoptive child of gojo satoru, the scarlet witch, and the half-younger sibling of fushiguro megumi, repeats his history of having to lose the one who became everything he never wanted to lose.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): my tears ricochet and enchanted by taylor swift

there you stood among the debris and broken foundations of buildings and trees left over from the earlier collisions of chaos magic, and cursed energy, gravity in particular.

gojo satoru and the other jujutsu sorcerers who were battered and bruised from earlier's fight watched as you planted your feet on the ground while in mid-air, a small yet gentle turbulent red psionics flowing outwards as you did.

you hung your head low, allowing your [color] locks of hair to fall and cover your face as you walked towards him, whose body had been gravely injured by your final chaos magic attack on him earlier. your steps were heavy and slow as you clutched your bleeding and bruised arm, which was exposed due to tatters on your customized scarlet jujutsu tech uniform.

you were too exhausted to heal yourself with your own abilities. nonetheless, you continued on because you needed to get to him no matter what. even if it broke your heart to see your ex-partner—your partner in such a terrible state as he leaned weakly against a rubble. his black hair was no longer tied in a half-up, half-do; a horrible bleeding dash had been inflicted on him, ripping up his clothes.

as blood dripped down the side of shinya's face, he lifted it and turned to face you, his gray eyes fixed on yours as you stood and loomed over him, where he noticed your expression. it was no surprise that you hung your head low. tears were glistening in your [color] eyes, and that hurt shinya a lot.

shinya wasn't heartless even if he had declared you and the rest of your jujutsu sorcerers family his enemies. he simply buried the feeling away because he had already made his decision. he despised seeing you cry even back then.

"[nickname]," shinya spoke up, his lips curving into a broken smile, "what'cha tearing up for?"

you found yourself clenching your fists, trembling fists to be precise. your knees gradually buckled to the floor, unconcerned that the rough ground would graze and scratch them. shinya furrowed his brows as he slowly extended his hand towards yours, which were flat on your thighs, and that's when he felt your tears fall on the back of his hand.

"you did it, didn't you? you saved the jujutsu sorcerers you considered family from me, the villain, [name]," shinya chuckled softly, shaking his head, "of course you would. you're the scarlet witch. as much as i hate to fucking admit it, you're stronger than me."

"we were supposed to be the strongest together, shin.." you muttered as you clenched your fists even tighter. you were choking on your words, but you held it together and lifted your head to finally face him, locking gazes with his gray eyes—the same ones you loved so much when the two of you first met each other.

but you couldn't find it in yourself right now to adore them. not with shinya's current condition, not when he was dying, and absolutely not when he was staring at you with those eyes.

"go on, [nickname], curse me all you want. it all my fault after all, pretty," shinya intertwined his bloodied and bruised hand in yours.

"how the fuck am i supposed to curse my one and only partner?" your words weren't as venomous as they should have been. in fact, your tone was sullen rather than angry.

shinya's brows drew together, almost sympathetically, but he lets you continue speaking as you shake your head and take a sharp breath of air, "i can't curse you, shinya."

"why?" shinya asked unintelligibly, puzzled and surprised by your choice of words.

shinya's hands were getting colder, and you could feel it as they rose and cupped your warm cheeks. the wind picks up, emphasizing the coldness of his body, and it's only then that you realize your cheeks are wet from tears streaming down your face. your eyes glow a faint red color as they reflect the burning sunset in the background.

"because i love you, hatsuki shinya, and i always have, even back when you left and chose this path. you're my partner—my everything, and it fucking hurts so much," you said with shinya's thumb brushing away your tears.

"damn it, [nickname], curse me a little, will you?" shinya's voice strained as his lips trembled, "stop blaming yourself."

you shook your head, closing your eyes as you held one of his hands, making it cup your face, "i can't."

when the curse-user suddenly wrapped his arms around you, gojo and the jujutsu sorcerers tensed. however, gojo stopped them with a raised hand, realizing that shinya was simply hugging you, before your older brother megumi, maki, nobara, and yuuji could run towards to attack with the intention to protect you from him.

your body ran warm in his embrace, which was becoming colder by the second, and that's when he pressed your body closer to his.

"maybe if i could have been your eyes and seen the world like you did, breathed everything you breathed and felt everything you felt, then maybe.. just maybe, [name].. i could have loved you the way i have always wanted to.."

you buried your face into the crook of his neck, unconcerned about his blood staining your face and everything, or that you were clinging to him so tightly at this point.

"you won't die, shinya," your hushed words rolled off your tongue like a plea.

"not even you can make that promise, [name]," shinya shook his head, rubbing your back to comfort you.

shinya's nose bleeds red, and the next thing you know, he's coughing blood, prompting him to pull your body away from his. your eyes widened as you stared at your palms. your magic hit him too hard earlier and nearly made him decay. shinya was right about your strength. your partner was well aware of how powerful you exactly were.

"do what you have to do," shinya straightened his back, attempting to sit upright, but struggled to do so, "finish what you started."

"shinya.." you spoke up to protest.

"no, [name], i can't stay. not after what I've done to you and everyone, and i want this more than ever," shinya said firmly.

with that, shinya's face crinkled into a smile, a genuine smile, "to have my partner do this."

you nodded your head. it was a difficult pill to swallow, but you had to accept it as it was. no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you loved shinya as much as he loved you, this was inevitable. he was doomed to die, and you had no choice but to live. shinya has already chosen the path of darkness, while you have chosen the path of light.

to simply put it, you and shinya were destined to meet but not to be with each other, and it was the curse of the strongest ones.

with a heavy heart, you gently twisted your dominant hand, allowing red psionics to seep from your fingertips. it was a little faint due to your exhaustion and wounds, but it should suffice. you'll make it work. for shinya.

"you know, the sunset reminds me so much of you," shinya's eyes were now half-lidded and drooping from exhaustion.

"and just like the sunset, i'll see you again. maybe not in this life, or in the afterlife, but perhaps in another life or universe, and i'm confident that i will love every version of you, over and over, fushiguro [name], because i love you in every universe," shinya said, his voice barely audible, but you heard it nonetheless.

as shinya smiled at you and spoke such words, you mouthed them back, and before the jujutsu sorcerers knew it, you maneuvered your hand and the other, using your red psionics once more to end the curse user.

you wanted to close your eyes, not wanting to see what will become of shinya, but you read his thoughts loud and clear, and he called out to you, telling you not to take your gaze away from him.

"you could never hurt me," said shinya through his thoughts to comfort you even in his final moments, "i just feel you, [nickname]."

you wanted to fight back against his words, but you did what he wanted. you stood there watching and letting your chaos magic struck him. you wanted to scream and cry your soul out. you wanted him to stop staring at you with those eyes and that goddamned smile.

life flashed before shinya's eyes like a movie, and you saw everything as you subconsciously read his thoughts, from him first meeting you to the two of you fighting like a damned old married couple, to you and shinya accomplishing missions together as special grade sorcerers, to you and him coming home together after a long day, all the way to him staring at the sunset wishing it was you instead.

as your chaos magic accelerated the aging of his body to the point where there was no trace of him left, but only a hair tie—the hair tie he stole from you and had been using since he lost his. you picked it up from the ground and held onto it tightly, remembering him doing so.

was it really a curse of the strongest ones? was it fate for the scarlet witch to lose the people she cares about? it could be either, but as you turn your heel and walk away, you can't help but think about your adoptive father's words;

you straightened your back, took a deep breath, slipped the hair tie on your wrist, just below your black wristers, and raised your gaze to the horizon. hatsuki shinya was finally at rest and most likely reunited with his father-figure, mahiru, in the afterlife, but a part of you had died along with him.

shinya was more than just your partner or someone who made you feel less lonely; he was your other half, your soulmate. he was everything, and you loved him with your whole heart and soul.

love is the most twisted curse of them all.

it had to be that. you were certain of it.

"[name]-chan," yuuji attempted to speak to you as he walked up to meet you mid-way, but you remained silent and continued walking.

"[name]," megumi pried this time, attempting to converse with his half-brother, but you, like towards yuuji, ignored him.

"gojo-sensei, [name]-chan..." nobara frowned as she approached your adoptive dad in concern.

"let her be, kugisaki," gojo response was quiet and sullen as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

gojo bit the inside of his cheek as he and everyone else noticed the look in your eyes. it was completely empty, a void of nothingness. they were even puffy red from your tears earlier. you couldn't even describe how you felt, other than grieving and feeling; it just hurt so much. white noise was even filling your ears.

you walked past everyone, your head low as you wiped the blood—shinya's blood to be exact—that had stained your face, the very burden on your shoulders.

gojo satoru knew exactly how you felt—the unexplainable pain and grief—and he couldn't help but sympathize with you as he stared down at your figure, which was getting smaller and smaller as you walked further past them. tour uncle suguru geto was once a hatsuki shinya in gojo's life.

although he and the others didn't hear what you two said, gojo knows it was similar to the last time he spoke to his own partner.

and because gojo knows how it feels to have loved and lost, he feels guilty that his daughter, his most beloved child, is going through the same hell he did. it was a scene gojo was all too familiar with, especially with the bitter ending wherein love truly is the most twisted curse of them all.

[ author's notes ! ngl, i lowkey hate the ending i wrote because some tears are in my eyes yk LMAO and the fact that i had just a heartwrenching skk ao3 fic does not help at all, but i did enjoy writing this—somewhat—because it felt right to have reader's partner end up the same way as geto because this is reader taking after gojo satoru, but also because i got to reference mcu! wanda maximoff's grief too, which i hope i was able to encapture in this writing, so thank you for requesting this foxy. hoped you like it ! ]

[ p.s. ! the song suggestions are highly recommended btw—i was listening to them while i was writing this. it makes the angst hit harder and more differently. 10/10 experience 😌🤝]

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[indigoblwe]

heyy do you guys ever think about the first few nights after the satosugu breakup

how gojo probably couldnt sleep at all, about how he kept crying alone and quietly, in his room. because now he was alone, at least he thought so, and he was alone in the most painful way possible. because he'd lost geto. and that couldnt have happened. why did it happen? what could he have said? he shouldve paid more attention. he shouldve asked if geto was okay. why didnt he ask? why didnt he tell him he was unwell? they couldve talked, worked it out.

how he keeps thinking: i wanna see suguru. suguru isnt here anymore. we can still fix things. he already decided his destiny. we can talk. he hates me. please, let us talk. he wont ever stop. i just wanna be with you. dont do this to me. come back home. he wont ever come back.

and how his mind keeps looping over these same thoughts, until he couldnt take it anymore, until he couldnt cry anymore. and then, finally, finally he falls asleep.

and do you guys ever think about how, years later, when suguru dies. the next few weeks. gojo keeps having to remind himself: suguru is dead. suguru geto is dead. i killed my best friend. i killed suguru. i want to see him. he is dead. i shouldve tried harder to get him back. he is dead. i miss him. he is dead. please come back. i killed him.

and how later on, when he faces kenjaku, his mind swirls and twists, and his heart aches and yearns: geto is here. no, geto is dead. we can be friends again. this is not suguru. why is he here? i killed him. i killed him. we can be us again. this is not suguru. this is not suguru. this is not suguru. what are you doing with my best friends body. this is my fault. its my fault. this is not suguru. we can never go back.

because i think about it, like, a lot. and it Hurts.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk satoru #jjk suguru #satosugu #satosugu angst #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #they are so SO tragic #seriously oh my god #let them be happy for once please #just once #or else ill never know peace

[beebotea]

☁️ ˖⁺ lonely together — geto suguru

pairing: geto x gn!reader genre: fluff, a smidge of angst word count: 1.8k cw: post hidden inventory arc, reader is referred to as “darling”, morally gray reader, slightly suggestive joke at the end (idk geto insinuates u shower tgt), geto calls non-sorcerers monkeys i.e.: “i can fix him.” nah. he's perfect as he is

“so if youre lonely, no need to show me. if youre lonely, come be lonely with me.”

“suguru!”

you called out from the bottom of the hill, staring up at the entrance to the temple you had seen pictures of in yaga’s office. a board filled with pins and red rope connecting to other pictures related to geto suguru’s disappearance.

the man dressed in monk’s clothing with cascading raven hair done into a half-do stopped and turned towards you.

you noticed how his eyes widened upon seeing you. he looked healthier since you last saw him.

“suguru! did you sleep well last night?”

“it was enough. shouldnt you be preparing for your mission?”

“suguru! i got us some snacks from the bakery on the way home! do you want to try them with me and gojo?”

“no, it’s alright. im going to take a shower and rest in my room. you two go ahead without me.”

“suguru! i havent seen you in days, come out of your room, please? i miss you. everything’s been so boring lately…”

“im a bit tired. i have a mission tomorrow morning. goodnight.”

“suguru. tell me whats wrong… you havent hugged or kissed or even looked at me in weeks.”

“i dont really want to talk about it right now. i need to go soon, y/n.”

“be safe.”

“suguru? so it’s true?”

“it is.”

“youre leaving us?”

“i have to. dont you think we, those who are gifted, deserve more than the reality we live in?”

“what?”

“i want to thank you for worrying about me all this time and trying to make me feel better. i’ll miss you, goodbye, y/n.”

you remember returning to your dorm that day in a daze, tears long dried during your walk home, pondering his last words to you. apparently he’d been a lot more harsh on satoru than with you or shoko in his parting words.

you wanted to hate him for leaving you and everyone behind as if none of it ever mattered. as if everything he’d said to you in the past few years was a lie.

it had always been the four of you. but now, more than ever, you felt alone. you, satoru, and shoko all had a void that no amount of cigarettes or alcohol could fill. nothing could make you forget how warm the world used to be. how beautifully the moon used to glow. how bright the stars used to shine. now, all you could see was the vast darkness in between.

although your time was spent with two others as often as you could make possible, you felt inexplicably lonely.

we deserve more?

for the first few months, you were convinced he’d gone crazy, lost his mind, didn’t know what he was thinking.

but the more missions you took and the more casualties you witnessed, you started to understand what he meant. jujutsu sorcerers walk on a thin sheet of ice separating them from life and death. all the work they do and all the sacrifices they make for nothing more than monetary compensation.

we must protect those who cant protect themselves, satoru had said. but who was there to protect us? you thought in rebuttal.

haibara yu was only 17 when he passed. amanai riko was 14 when she was assassinated. gojo and geto were 18 when they were hunted and barely survived.

was it really all that worth it?

you remembered walking through the next few months of your last year in high school barely responding—as if it all went by in a blur.

nanami dropping out of jujutsu high, gojo mastering his domain expansion, shoko getting into medical school, you receiving your sorcerer’s license. did any of that mean anything if you all just died soon after?

the only thing you could recall clearly from your last year was bejng called to yaga’s office and offered a job as a teacher at the school.

you remember getting a glimpse of his board, filled with intel and pictures noting geto suguru’s activities. you recognized the temple and the trees surrounding it in a picture.

it was near your childhood home in the mountains where an old religious took base.

“i’ll have to decline, principal yaga.”

“dont get me wrong, you’ll still be sent on missions, you wont be cooped up here all the time. you’re a first-grade sorcerer after all—“

“really, principal yaga. i dont want to be a teacher here.”

“y/n?” suguru didnt take his eyes off of you as you bolted up the staircase, wrapping your arms around his shocked body.

“i missed you.” you smiled at him, feeling him instinctively wrap his arms around your waist as you pulled away.

“how did you find me?”

“i have my ways.”

he let out a gentle chuckle, one that youve been wanting to hear so badly for the last 14 months. “of course you do.” he tucked a strand if hair behind your ear, reminding you of the sweet and gentle young man you fell for in the beginning of high school. he took a moment to take in your appearance. he hadn’t seen you in so long and would be lying if he said he didnt miss you as well.

“i missed you too, y/n. why are you here?”

“well—”

“if youre here to convince me to come back. its not going to work.”

“wasnt really planning to.” you shrugged.

“oh?” he raised his brow, taken aback by your response. it was almost as if a weight was taken off his shoulders. it was hard enough to push you away once, a second time would probably break him entirely.

suguru couldnt help but let out a relived sigh, showing you the smile youve been dreaming of since he left. “so if youre not here for that, then i take it youre still sooo in love with me then arent you.”

“hey! im still mad at you, dont act all normal with me just yet.” you rolled your eyes, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. in all honesty you should be a lot more upset, livid perhaps, by the way he left it all behind. leaving your life without so much as saying ‘i love you’ or even sharing a kiss in the 3 weeks before his sudden rampage driven departure. but the thing was, your mind couldnt seem to care anymore. your tears and anger had long run out the first three months. your grieving had come to an end almost a year ago and now, you couldnt help but just be happy to see him again.

“right. im sorry.” he never took his eyes off of you as he spoke. “i didnt want to leave so abruptly like that. its just— i dont think i could stay in that world and continue to be happy.”

“i don’t completely understand what happened, suguru, but i know how you feel…” he nodded at your reply and began to guide you into the building.

“i wouldnt change anything even if i went back. except, maybe wait for you to come to the same realization. but believe me when i say this, ive always loved you. it just didnt feel right to say anything when i couldnt even love myself.” he said, holding your hand as the two of you walked through the traditional temple halls.

“was it lonely?”

“a little at first. but not so much anymore. ive found a new family and now with you by my side, i think i can finally call it complete.” he smiled at you, stopping by two large doors at the end of the hallway. “i want you to meet them.”

“theyre in there?” he nodded.

two months had passed since you arrived on the doorstep of his temple. two months for you to feel at home and with purpose beside your new family. two months was all it took for you to be completely by his side at all times, not that it was difficult. sure he was a bit more cruel and less kind to non-sorcerers than he had been in the past. but really, who was to blame him?

in any case, you knew that you fell in love with how he treated you and how he made you feel. him being relentlessly kind to others back then had only been a bonus, really. you couldnt care less about how he treated those ungrateful animals anymore anyways.

“y/n-san! geto-san said he’s too busy to take us to the shopping district right now! we really wanted to buy new shoes this weekend.” mimiko pouted at you, bursting into your room without knocking, barreling straight into your arms and sending the brush out of your grasp.

“cant you two wait a little bit longer? then all four of us can go to town together.” you opened your arm to welcome nanako as she dejectedly followed behind her sister.

“y/n’s right you two,” you looked up to see suguru standing at the doorway, fondly smiling at the spectacle before him. “i have maybe three more clients, a shower, and then i can take us all there, alright?”

the girls perked up at his voice, cheering and running over to him.

he took a step back from the running children and held his hands up to stop their advances. “no, no, dont get too close. i still have the monkey smell on me. i cant get you two dirty, now can i?” he looked back up to where you were sitting at the vanity. “y/n, dear.”

“yes, suguru?”

“would you like to help me with my last few clients? its awfully boring without you, you know.”

“do i have to?”

“well, if youre there then i mught be able to finish even earlier than expected and we’ll get to leave sooner too. right girls?” he winked at mimiko and nanako.

they excitedly nodded and begged for you to go with him. “yeah! please, y/n-san! we’ll be good while you’re helping out!”

“alright, alright, fine. i’ll go. but no playing on my phone alright? i bought you two plenty of nice books the last time we went out.”

“we promise!” they pushed you out of your own room and towards geto before slamming the door behind you.

suguru let out a soft chuckle as you walked towards his extended arm and linked your arm with his.

“hmph. using the girls against me. you play so dirty, suguru.”

“well how else would i get what i want darling? and besides, that just means you’ll have to rid of the monkey smell by taking a shower with me.”

“perv.”

the world you lived in had started to feel lonely. those worthy of suguru’s new world were few and far between compared to the vast population of animals surrounding you. but right now, your heart feels full. even if the world outside your paradise is bleak and lonely, the least it could do was to let you stay with your perfect family and be lonely together.

a/n: yeah best reality is when geto is happy and gojo is happy and everyone is happy because no one turned evil… but if evil why pretty? our boy can do no wrong!!

#beebotea*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu geto #jjk x reader #suguru geto #jjk season 2 #geto suguru #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk geto #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader

[katsukikoi]

your so pretty

characters; yuji x f!reader + sukuna x f!reader.

warnings: n/a

part 1 part 2

y/n stared at the wall, blushing as she did so. Sukuna now letting yuji have control as yuji subconsciously held the young girl close. He snored lightly, unaware of what took place.

Sukuna left the girl to think as he himself thought aswell.

What did the king of curses mean by “he doesnt deserve you?” she tried not to think too much. Trying to make her thoughts dwindle as the time past. Unfortunately for her though, she could not.

Sukuna was raging in her brain, while she was raging in sukunas and yujis.

It had not been long as the sun rose, she took in what yuji’s face looked like, there was a tiny window near the roof of the basement, where the sun reached at the right angle. illuminating yujis face all in the right ways. His salmon hair, with traces of gold through it, sukuna’s eyes that were under his eyes, held a nice shadow to them. He had not moved much for his position, apart from the fact he was facing her and not the tv.

“yuji..” she softly whispered, watching him with wonder. He was so pretty.

He mumbled, pulling her closer. His breath evened out, matching hers. “yuji!” she spoke, in shock as her face was now inches from his, barely. She looked ith wide eyes, she smacked the back of his head as he “ack’ed” Grabbing the back of his head as he realed back. “huh?” he asked, sleepy. “y/n?” he mumbled, eyes squinting trying to get the sleep out of them.

“hn.” she let out, blushing at there one proximity.

“gojo-sensei, will be here soon.” she spoke, pushing him off as she flattened her shirt and skirt.

She looked down, she forgot to change.

She cleared her throat, as she turned to face him.

fuck, she thought. There he was, sitting on the couch, man spread and elbows on his knees, looking at her. Jaw line sharp, and shirt out of place, he leaned back, in the same ish position, his shirt lifted a bit showing his abs. “yuji!” she blushed beat red. “huh?” he asked, innocent tliting his head. I pointed at his shirt as he oh’ed and fixed it, apologizing as he did so.

y/n turned to leave his line of sight as he mumbled, throwing his head back. Exposing his adams apple.

holy fuck, who ever his is dad or mum. I fucking love you for blessing my eyes.

Yuji opened one of his eyes to look at your widen eyes. Pupils blow out as you looked at him like a piece of meet. “y/n? you alright?” he asked, standing up to reach for her.

She eeped as she blushed, running out of the room.

Had he done something wrong? He was about to rush after her but remembered he could leave the room.

Did sukuna do something to her? “sukuna!” he yelled out, making the curse roll his eyes and grumbled. “what, brat.” he sneered.

“what did you say to atlas!?” yuji spoke, frowning his eye brows.

“tch. What, your crush wont talk to you? Nothing brat. I never took control of you.” he snuffed out, lying easily as the boy was annoyed.

Just as the boy was about to complain again, you came back with a plastic bag. “here yuji, i got you food.” she spoke, unintentionally eyeing him again. “woah! thanks y/n” he spoke, kissing her cheek making her blush red.

“oh shit! im sorry y/n! i didnt mean to” he spoke, ashamed and looking down. “Its okay, i dont mind yuji.” she spoke, a bashful smile on her face.

“eat up, gojo is coming soon” she spoke. Yuji nodded, he paused, going to say something until a white dino appeared. “gojo sensei?” he spoke, clearly starttled as it happend.

“yo.” he spoke, “mission time!” he giggled like a child. A full grown adult, acting like a child. Again.

“okay!”

“yuji! your foo-“ you sighed, rolling your ryes as you packed the unfinished food. Packing it for later as you got on with homework.

dont repost my writing, translate, or rewrite.

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much love,

Atlas. 💣✨

by the time your reading this it would be 2024, happy new years everyone. Thank you for bring patient with me, shall i put this on wattpad? Would you read it?

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[prettyboykatsuki]

I'm like that one conspiracy meme trying to pin point your type and there is no obvious pattern like what do wyll, shadowheart, bakugo, that guy from rdr2, rin and isagi have in common ?

KFDJJGLDK

i joke about having a type often but i dont really. it's just like several categories with specific ticks.

man who could fix me(often paired with martyr complex and daddy issues): wyll. deku. charles smith rdr2. iwaizumi hajime

kind of normal guy but something deeply wrong with him: megumi. isagi.

brat with inferiority complex: bakugou. scaramouche. itoshi rin

princesses: shadowheart, ochako, molly o'shea,

slut (intentional and unintentional): gojo, atsumu, aomine, oliver,<- this one is most detrimental to me

dogboy: guy from rdr2, razor

i never really know who ill like from a media though. my type in men is either broadly men who can fix me and men i want to rip apart with my teeth. there's a venn diagram there with men i want to top being in the middle.

and then with women it's just any woman with some sort of overarching issue that makes her kind of high strung, jealous, or hyper-independent. even better if its all three

i think the overarching thing is abandonment or attachment issues probably

#return to sender #i should make a chart #i just have like. specific tendencies that when all combined will always get me #like guy from rdr2 is soooooooo my type im afraid #and so is wyll just in the other direction #i most often like sluts. because i am a man eater #bakugou is the exception because hes just so normal

[cannibalvillains]

About shipping my muses, n stuff.

Gonna keep this a a constant WIP, as I figure stuff out. But I decided this could be fun to make for mutuals who maybe wanna ship. Give yall an angle.

Generally ship tropes I like; Arranged Marriage, Toxic, Hate-fucking, queerplatonic stuff, partners in love and crime aka "murder boyfriends", whatever the Addams Family had going, tragedy

(.... Sorry im not awfully good with pure fluff, just don't do it for me. Also; pointing to my no smut rp rule)

Brief details on each respective muse are under the cut!

MHA______________________________________________________

Dabi (demiromanic bi)

Tbh if my Dabi actually has feelings for sb id say its time to run. He is obsessive as hell and he can't do relationships normally. He has straight up stalked several other muses by this point. It was for different reasons but affection is definitely one of them. Also expect it to be undoubtly toxic. He can genuinely love but also it's god awful. He's honestly most easy to deal with on a "we only fuck and nothing else" type basis.

Ships i like for him; Shigaraki, Twice, Hawks (only toxic hatefucking), ...

Overhaul (aroace, repulsed type aka "dont fucking touch me")

Right out the gate: don't expect normal relationship dynamics with him. Just don't. Fact aside that he generally just sucks with people, Im serious when I say he's aroace. He will never fall in love with another character and he will happily die a virgin because that stuff just makes him beyond uncomfortable. That said, I wrote him in tight knit relationships before and they have been some of my fav in recent past. Either way it's a slowburn.

Ships I like for him; Kurono, Nagant, ...

Spinner (bi-curious)

Tbh this man is open to be shipped with almost anyone. I haven't really done stuff with him yet, and he is also very open. Doesn't think about this stuff right now but he would try his best if put in the situation.

Ships I like for him; ???

Eri WE DO NOT SHIP THE CHILD

Enji (disaster bi, in denial abt liking men)

Taking current canon into consideration; Enji is old, tired and doesn't seem himself as "attractive" anymore. His marriage was more duty than love and these days he is most in of all concerned with fixing things with his kids. Trying to ship him at that age would take a lot of convincing. Trying to get him to cheat on his wife like 10 to 20 years prior is an option but can only end terribly. (please I absolutely wanna do that!!) Anything before his marriage would be battling his drive to become the number one hero. (also fun)

Ships I like for him; All Might ( yes its terrible ), Rei ( yes its complicated ), ...

Twice (gay, hopeless)

He's a mess. You may think this means he best works with other people who are well put together, but I (terrible person) like to see spiral, together with other messes. Enjoy.

Ships I like for him; Dabi, anyone LOV tbh (also just purely platonic stuff; we love to see it), ...

Bakugou (bi)

Main criteria for people Bakugou likes; they stand up to him and give him challenges. Just straight up best compatible with muses who are either an asshole equal to himself, or just say "No, stop being a dick. I won't take your shit." If your muse just follows along with whatever he does he will not give them the time of day. He won't care.

Ships I like for him; Occhako, Monoma, Fujimi, ...

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Sukuna (aro, an egnima)

I dunno yet what gets him... but you gotta be strong else he will just crush you and be bored. Probably best to get his interest through powerful Jujutsu/fighting skills though, obviously.

Ships I like for him; Gojo, Uraume, Toji, ...

Gojo (GAYYYY)

Definitely struggles to relate to people with his whole "its lonely being the strongest" business. Definitely not easy to connect to and will not be honest about his feelings. But BOY does he seek connection! Pathetic little man!

Ships I like for him; Geto(duh, tho tbh also love it as just best friends), Sukuna, Nanami, ...

Yuji (???)

I dunno yet, somebody give him Jennifer Lawrence! Or his former classmate, that seemed cute. Either way he is a sunshine boy who probably clicks easily with people but later in the story of jjk it may be difficult to get close, the trauma of losing people and all that....

Ships I like for him; ???

Maki (???)

I dunno yet either, give her Jennifer Lawrence as well! Ok no, forreal though. I think she needs someone who can help her relax and not be so stuck on her goals all the time (tho do support her goals... and shittalk the Zen'in clan together...!!)

Ships I like for her; ???

Kenjaku (EVIL)

Would probably fuck anyone. I dunno if you should get near them though. There is like.... ALL THE RED FLAGS. Doesn't care much for the people they start relationships with. To them it's just all a game.

Ships I like for them; Yuji's dad, Gojo (while disgused as Geto, def in a toxic af way), ...

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Law (gay af)

Honestly, this guy has a terrible taste in men and he knows it. He also hates it. He wants to have a good relationship but he got a tendency to get into the ones he regrets, and doesn't regret, but so damn regrets. I think there is a lot of fun kinda drama to be had here.

Ships I like for him; Kidd, Bepo, Zoro, Robin ( yes i said hes gay... they just match ), ...

Doffy (bi and awful)

On the outside Doffy is sweet, charming and flirty, makes all the compliments and expresses his care for his person of interest. He is also manipulative, possessive and most of all cares for himself.... YOU SHOULD RUN.

Ships I like for him; ...

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Zagetsu (nope)

Eh. I just have him to be a creature tbh. If you wanna ship with him genuinely, CONVINCE ME.

Ships I like for him; NAH

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Reiner (bi)

Considering this man is a huge mess with terrible mental health who deluded himself into erasing his own memories for a while, definitely not the most healthy pick. Also there is the literal timer on his lifespan. Very fun. Such a lovely guy though. He tries his hardest. It often isn't enough.

Ships I like for him; Berthold, Christa, Eren, Pieck

Zoë (pan)

Definitely a genuinely fun pick, very cheery person who tries to be honest with relationships. Though ultimately they are most of all focused on work and will 100% go on tangents about titans.

Ships I like for them; Erwin and Levi?, ....

#blog info #ships arent my main focus on rp but technically im always open for them #been meaning to post this for a while but I forgor

[arievir]

Hey Arievir

Just want to said the latest chapter of TNBT was great and that cliffhanger was chef’s kiss.

I hope y/n nothing too horrible happened to her!

As for Utahime I’m kinda start to get annoyed with her. I mean she spent the night at Gojo place? I know they didn’t have sex and she just slept there and watch a movie with him but why didn’t she call Shoko or Geto but instead she called Gojo!? The guy who been constantly saying give him chance and crash her date with Nanami and if I remember right? didn’t she said she wants Gojo to respect her relationship with Nanami and not to intervene with her & Nanami. I can’t help but feel like she leading him on. But he still mess up with y/n by stood her up and even though she said she not mad. He still need to make up to her But that I personally feel.

Anyway great chapter Arievir. Let me know when next chapter is up. I’m drying to know what happened next oh and hope you are okay

First, thank you so much for reading my work & still wait for it. Tbh, i dont think ppl like or wait for it anymore since i dont hv much interaction on here.

Andd, sorry i dont mean to end with the cliffhanger! I just hv a feeling that it should end like that for the sake of the next chapter lol

Yeah, they spent the nigh together like they’ve been doing since young. I think you’re right she could hv called Shoko or Geto but i think she feels like for the first time Gojo has changed in term of the feeling toward her. So she holds on toward him. And im really glad you are annoyed with her because it means we’re on the same page! Give her time a bit, shes one of the main characters here. Time will teach her, just like it’ll teach Gojo.

I’ve written up until ch 12, but those are my first draft and i usually fix up to 2-3 times per each. I probably cant do weekly but will try to do monthly if possible.

Pls take care of yourself and support my work till the end if you can! 😊

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Imagine accidently breaking Gojo's favorite glasses

"G-gojo?" You nervously strode to where gojo sat doing some work on his laptop.

"Hm?" He smiled glancing in your direction.

"I um, I got you something while I was out today!!" You hurriedly handed him the packaged items that you went all the way out of town for.

"Oh? GogoSweets?!" He exclaimed reading the label.

"Y-yeah, I was thinking you've been stressed lately so I went all the way there just for you ha ha" you shuffled your feet anxiously.

Gojo smirked and pulled you onto his lap. "Well aren't you just the sweetest!" He held you close, while unwrapping one of the mini packages.

You watched as he pulled away the rippling plastic to reveal one of his favorites, an apple coated in carmel, fudge, nuts and marshmallows. You hoped this would soften the blow. If you ever decided to tell him that is...

"S-so are you happy? What do you think?" You gulped as he took a bite of the decadent dessert. The crunch just as loud as your beating heart.

"Mmm" he licked his lips in satisfaction.

"Wanna know what I think?" He pulled you closer until your faces were close. Your heartbeat now beating faster for a different reason.

You felt your face heat up as he pressed an gentle chaste kiss to your lips. You then felt him trail up before stopping by your ear.

"I think this is an apology apple"

Crap

You jumped off his lap as if he burned you. Gojo just watched you in amusement as you panicked in the corner of the living room.

"Ah I'm sorry! I really didn't mean too!! I was cleaning and they fell, and I accidentally slipped and then I tried to fix them but it just made it worse!! Ah please dont be mad!!"

Gojo snickerd as he stood up nearing you, "Baby relax, I can't understand a word your saying. Besides whatever you did it can't be that bad" he reasoned stopping in front of you.

"Y-you promise you won't be mad...?" You bit your lip, eyes teary.

He held back a laugh, "I promise"

He watched as you lowered your head before raising it timidly, "I broke..."

"You broke?" He urged you on. God you were adorable.

"I broke your..."

"You broke my?"

"Y-your glasses.." you finally admitted.

"Huh? That's it? You know I have like a million pairs." He said tilting his head.

You sucked in a shaky breath, "I broke your..."

"You broke my?" He echoed again

"Your...Bersace garzon silver rimmed... custom glasses"

"My Bersace garz-" he paused mid sentence, the severity of the situation finally dawned on him.

He took a step back. Quiet for several moments.

"Gojo?..."

"I see"

"G-gojo??" You eyed him warily, his demeanor completely changed.

"Those were limited edition y/n.."

You gulped, "I know! I'm so sorry gojo I-" you paused and watched as he lifted his delicate fingers to the top of his blindfold.

"Gojo!?" Your fearful eyes met his bright cerulean ones.

"I'm sorry y/n, but this...this is unforgivable"

"What are you-gojo- gojo please?!?!" You fell to the floor on shakey legs.

"Amplification Blue" he began.

"Gojo Noooo! Please I'm sorry!! Please don't start mixing colors!!!!"

"Reversal Red"

"No!!!" Gojo I'm sorry!!"

You cowered, closing your eyes waiting for the final blow.

But all you heard was eerie silence, then wall shaking laughter.

It took you a few moments to realize what had happened.

"Pfft You have got to be the most entertaining person I've ever met y/n, hahaha, can't believe you thought I'd actually kill you for that geez" he fell back onto the couch still roaring with laughter.

"Y-y-y-you! HOW COULD YOU YOU JERK!" You launched yourself towards his direction. Or more precisely towards the box of sweets.

"Just for that you dont get any!!" You started running knowing he was going to chase you. Like his glasses, gojo loved his sweets more than anything.

"Y/n you get back here you theif!"

"MMMmmmmm" you stuck your tongue out behind you and continued running.

"Amplification Blue"

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT!"

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Bersace Garzon is Versace from wish lol😂hope you enjoyed!

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[aicnatsid]

“Welcome to parenthood: Destruction and chicken nuggets.“

Okay so this is an idea i have had for a while of short drabbles of modern au where Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto go through the ups and downs of parenting 4 kids, lets see if I can make this a mini series so I can share it as well on AO3. 

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“So,” Suguru stood in the entrance of the open bedroom, his arms crossed as he looked at the back of the child who was mindless reading a book in silence. 

Not making any gesture to welcome him inside,  the adult decided to enter the room either way, knowing that even thought his presence was not acknowledged he was being heard nonetheless. “What did you say to him?” “I didn't do anything.” The child flipped the page of his book, his tone freakishly calm and collected for a kid his age.   Suguru bent down enough to be at his eye level, gently placing a band on the book the child had been reading and lowering it so they could meet each others eyes. “Megumi, you clearly said something that upset him, what was it?”

The child sighed. “I just said I didn't want to take the picture.” 

Knowing better, Suguru crossed his arms and stared. 

“... Because it was stupid.”  It was Suguru’s time to sigh. “Megumi,” He placed a thumb on the corner of his forehead feeling as the vein pulsed for the headache that he knew was coming. “You shouldn't say those type of things, it is not nice and your da-”

“He is not my dad.” He whispered coldly, he took the book back from his grip and turned the small chair around, showing how he did not want to continue the conversation. 

Suguru knew better than to push it but before he left he needed to make something clear. 

“Satoru might not be your dad or neither of us is if we are talking facts but we do try hard for you and your siblings, we do our best because we love you guys and I understand it might be hard to open up under the circumstances but in life Megumi, i think you should know that it is okay to give those that show you they care a chance to prove it.”  The child didnt say anything as he closed the door. 

Making his way down the stairs he smiled as the three girls chatted happily with their backpacks already on while Satoru fixed Nanako’s hair bun. “Well don't you all look beautiful! Give dad a quick hug, we don't want to be late now.” He felt a light tug on the side of his coat, looking down, two round sad eyes looked back at him. “What's wrong Tsumiki? Are you not feeling well?” He immediately placed a hand on her forehead checking her temperature but she shook her head, indicating that she was fine. 

“Is Megumi not coming with us?” She said softly, his heart ached, he knew even thought she got along with her sisters she had a special attachment to her brother. 

“No, he is feeling a bit tired today but don't worry, once school ends he will be right here and ready to play with you all.” At the sound of coming back to play with her brother, the little girl cheered up, going along side her sisters to the car, waiting for Suguru to take them to school.  Now outside, Suguru gave Satoru a quick kiss, noticing how his mood was down as well. “Now come on, dont looks so down, we knew this was going to be difficult.” A hand on his shoulder while his palm rested on the side of his face, his thumb caressing the side of Satoru’s cheek as his blue eyes looked down. 

“Yeah I know, but... I mean he hates me, Suguru,, And I honestly don't know how to change that..”  

Suguru gave him a soft kiss this time longer than the first one, his forehead resting against Satoru’s. “He doesn't hate you, it just takes time.” 

His reassurance made Satoru ease up a bit, jumping as the girls in the vehicle behind them starting honking. “What if we sell them all, maybe take the money to go live in a Tropical Island?”

 Suguru laughed, kissing his cheek as he made his way to the drivers seat. “Depending on the island I might take you up on that.”

Satoru waved as the car drove away, taking a deep breath as he went back inside their home, he decided to stay in the kitchen and do some work from their, luckily enough he worked from home so it was easier to handle things around the house as he handled other things as well. 

It wasn't until much later around noon when he finally heard the sound of little feet making its way towards the kitchen, from where he was he couldn't have a clear view of the kid who had walked inside but he did notice from the spiked hair peeking from the kitchen counter on how Megumi had paused from noticing the kitchen wasn't empty and continuing to walk on what he assumed was acceptance of him being caught in the kitchen probably looking for food. 

“You must be hungry, here take a seat while I prep you something real quick.” Satoru stood as he watched Megumi silently observe him for a minute before taking a seat. “Ill heat up some of the carrot ginger soup Suguru made yesterday since I know its one of your favorites.” 

Megumi stayed silent as he watched him move around and a few minutes later place the plate of food in front of him. He took the spoon he offered and looked down at the plate, his stomach reacting immediately by the sweet aroma.  Satoru chuckled at sound. “Ill just take my things to the office room and let you eat peacefully, you can leave the plate in the sink and ill just washed it later.” 

Megumi fidgeted in his seat, his small legs dangly from the tall chair as he looked at him. “How did you know it was one of my favorites?” He hadn't mentioned before, as a matter of fact he never had spoken anything in relation to what he liked or not. 

“Well since I know you don't like talking that much I like to observe and I guess i just take mental notes so I can provide stuff in a better way for you.” 

“So you are just creepy.” He slurped his soup boredly and Satoru blinked for a second at his response and later sighed, thinking of how Suguru had mentioned things will take time before Megumi treated him differently, but being honest, maybe he was just like that, he thought as began picking up his stuff from the table again. 

“You can stay and eat with me if you want.” 

Satoru paused for a second, if the child wasnt looking at him for that split second before going back to pay attention to his food he might have thought he had imagined what he had just heard. 

It might not have been a big deal for the most part, but ever since they had adopted Megumi and his sister due to the recent accident from Toji Fushiguru, their father, it had been very difficult for them to adapt and let alone grieve with all the changes, Tsumiki was a open about the way she normally felt and was welcoming of both Suguru and him, but Megumi on the other hand was a different story specially towards him since someway or another he was indirectly connected to his fathers passing. But Satoru never felt like he had blamed over the death of his father it was more, complicated than that. 

But nonetheless Megumi had behaved as excellent son, it was just, tough on an emotional level because he just had remained so unattached and distant that it was very challenging to tell what he was feeling except for those times he clearly pushed people away which was something Suguru and him wanted to work on the most. 

But again, if he didnt let them in, how were they going to help him from the inside? 

But hearing him in his own sort of way, inviting him to eat together might be a sign of better things to come. 

Putting his stuff back down, Satoru grinned excitedly. “I could use some soup too I guess.”

And maybe Suguru was indeed right, everything just needed some time.  _______________________________________________________________

Update:

Part 2 is up on my blog ♥️

                               OKAAAY SOO UM THOUGHTS?

I just noticed it has a bunch of typos lmao im sorry I literally wrote it directly here and didnt proof check cuz it was 3 something am☠️ but ill be fixing it as i goo♥️

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[saintobio]

hello saint! I have a controversial opinion, but I dont mean it in a bad way. please, I don't want to be attacked by readers. I am rereading to make sure I worded this as niceley as possible, but English is not my first language and I don't want to sound rude or offensive.

I think yn is obviously valid to feel bad and betrayed. we are all human. it was a shocking thing to see, obviously, she was absolutely not expecting it.

but I dont think what utahime and gojo are doing is necessarily wrong. yn is trying to move on, and so is gojo. i think what is wrong here is the context and not so necessarily the fact that gojo and utahime are together.

like, sure, in this context, it feels and kind of is a betrayal, but I don't feel like gojo is yn's property (I dont know what other word to use, I know this one feels ugly) and her best friend should never ever get with him just because they are ex husband and wife.

like what is see wrong here is the timing, it was too fast. I think if they had first made the agreements for sachi, if gojo had let himself heal for some time, then I don't see why there could be a problem. maybe if yn fixed her relationship with toji and made up her mind on what she wants, and if satoru healed and had some time for himself, I don't think the issue would have been as big. like I truly dont think the situation is as bad. it just was the timing that feels off. to me, that was what they did wrong. but it I hope they can talk it out or something, because all these people have communication issues.

anyways, thank you for this chapter I hope your new department is treating you well and that you are taking good care of yourself.

yesss, that’s a good take!! and also perfectly worded too so dw <3 and just to add- even i as a writer myself, i can’t fully get mad at gojohime being tgt even tho i clearly feel betrayed on yn’s behalf. maybe it’s bc i write their individual povs so i’m more inclined to understand all parties, rather than just side with one character over the other. that also explains why i defend yn, but i also defend gojo whenever necessary. they’re all flawed :’)

#🖤: letters to saint #series: sincerely yours

[strawberrylips-1211]

"You're so selfish, Satouru"

"So I'm just supposed to forgive you? Being lonely isn't a fucking excuse, Satouru."

Your head feels like it'll burst at any moment, you pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes, to try and alleviate your pounding headache.

Gojo sobs as he tries to think of any excuse to get you to stay. He didn't want this. He loves you. His mind and heart racing as he scrambles to save this relationship.

"No, y/n you don't understand love. She didn't mean anything! It was a mistake, I'll never do anything like that again I promise!"

He truly felt like it was a mistake, he was feeling lonely so he went clubbing with Suguru, never did he think he would let the alcohol cloud his judgment. He only loved you, but you were away on a work trip and he missed you. Missed your touch, missed physical affection, it was a mistake he planned to never tell you, but the guilt was eating at him he couldn't keep such a huge secret anymore.

His hand reaching for yours as his eyes scan your face for some sort of reaction. All he's met with is your tired gaze. Your once loving, warm eyes now dimmed as if robbed of their light. Even then he hoped you would find it in yourself to forgive him. To hug him and allow him to make it up to you.

You don't even know what to say or do, whether to cry or laugh at how stupid you were for ever trusting him. You knew who he was, what type of person he was, 'just why did I believe I could help him?' Two years of your life wasted now because your boyfriend, Gojo Satouru, couldn't keep it in his pants. As ridiculed you feel right now, it doesn't ease the fact that you once thought he was the one. The fact that this relationship meant nothing to him.

"Gojo-san, please dont pretend like you don't want this to be over, please just let me go... you can't possibly be this selfish, right?"

His soft fingertips hold your wrists and the warmth is so inviting, so tempting, but the pure frustration you feel numbs his touch, you snatch your hands away.

He glances at you through blurry eyes again..to say he's shocked after you shook him off is an understatement, you've never pulled away from him. Always accepting him, comforting him, he's ashamed of what he's done, ashamed that he ruined the best thing going for him. Your eyes gives him shivers, his worst fear is coming true right before his eyes and it seems he can't stop you from leaving him.

"Y/n... please, please don't leave me. I love only you, ok? Please we can fix this"

'We?' He was the cause of this, why does he think you need to help fix anything?

His eyes full of tears and hiccups escape his lips, he look so pathetic, you think. Almost enough to tempt you, almost.. His hand reaches out to you one last time, but you pull away one last time. 'How could he even think of touching you with such disgusting hands.' Hands that touched someone that wasn't you. Despite all the anger, there were hot tears running down your face. This heart wrenching sadness just claws at your conscious. How could the love of your life seek comfort in the arms of another, 'when I was right here, Satoru...'

With your foot out the door as you try not to look back and tell him. "I'll have someone get the rest of my stuff tomorrow morning, I hope I never see you again Gojo."

Satoru is left standing there, tears running down, face flushed, he's a mess, and now he's left mourning your love.

#gojou satoru x reader #gojo angst #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jjk angst #drabble #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu kaisen #satoru angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #jjk nanami #jjk geto #jjk megumi #jjk nobara #jjk headcanons #jjk inumaki #jjk itadori #first story #not proofread #megumi angst

[keiruvieg]

may i have soft getou worrying about his s/o who is really clumsy 🙇‍♀️💓

a/n:this took me so long to answer because activities are piling up i can barely write anything rn. anyways thank u for the ask i hope u enjoy it its a lil bit chaotic.

Warning: grammatical errors,pls this is chaotic too but this is abt geto so yeah

word count:407

Can see this man laughing at you

But will also be like

"oh my god is my little baby ok?"

pls note the sarcasm

support the craziest stuff u could think of even though he know you’re clumsy

his reflexes are otherwordly

he’ll see u falling?

man will run as fast as he can

probably just a boyfriend intuition but this man right here knows when are you gonna get hurt

kinda amazing though

he fails most of the times its not that perfect

but will treat ur wound or hurry right to shoko when you’re hurt

has a bandaid or medkit with him everytime

would probably buy you the most ridiculous bandaid

HE IS AMAZING WHEN TAKING CARE OF YOU

he’s the same as gojo so you’ll get tease too but not as much

u probably pulled him once down with you and you receive a glare but after tht he’ll take care of you.

his intuition is really funny because he’ll text you out of nowhere and be like “did u fall?”

yes. and why tf are u texting me at 3 am

u prob fall off in yalls bed and chuckle at u in the morning seeing u down there

its so hot

break anything and he’ll fix it

u prob fall off too with one of his cursed spirit

and have a back up for that

either let the curse spirit guides you

or you’ll end up hurting yourself

he’s sweet like that

when it comes to mission you can handle yourself most of the time but dont be surprised when he decides to watch you and just see u do something clumsy.

at the start of yall relationship, you’re prob really embarrass because u fell for him

like fell fell inlove,,,im kidding but oh well

AS I WAS SAYING he’ll prob see u do smthn clumsy and will never face him again and he ‘ll be like

nonono its alright

will proceed to taking care of u

the type to kiss your wounds

he.is.the.type.of 

hold my hand or fall over something

with that cute smile of him

gojo would prob laugh at you when u do something clumsy again or when u fall

this dude be like

ayo stfu

gojo laughs at him now

overall this guy has a soft spot for you but will prob laugh at u when u fell down or do anything clumsy 

#geto suguru #suguru x reader #SuguruGeto #geto suguru x reader #jjk geto #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #Jujutsu Kaisen #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #jjkdaily

[maki-s-wife]

Our favorite senior

Pairing: students of Jujustu high x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: none

Y/n is finally graduating from Jujustu high and the rest of the students worry that they’ll never see them again when they are busy with work.

ALSO the word “soulmates” is used in this but it’s platonic tho-

“Y/n~” Nobara sang. You looked up from from your book to see the rest of the students crowding around you. “What are all you doing here?” You ask. They seemed to be serious which could mean one of two things. One the situation is serious or two they did something serious and need you to fix it again. Usually it was always the ladder. “Do you wanna come hang out with us?” itadori asked. You squinted, you’ve known everyone long enough to always question their motives. “Where?” “Just the shopping district” Maki answered. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the shopping district and plus you had been wanting to buy some new clothes. “Alright that doesn’t seem bad, just let me get ready”.

The rest of the students let out a huge sigh of relief as you walked to your dorm. “I told you she’d agree” panda said whipping the obvious sweat from his face. He wasn’t the only one worried. All of them had been worried that as soon as you left you would forget about them. It was a sad thought that hovered over their heads as your time at Jujustu high was coming to an end. Nobara and yuuji were more jealous that they only knew you for the time of the school year. The second years knew you for almost two and Megumi had probably known you the longest. Gojo had introduced you to him and a bond was instantly formed. Though they all had in common that when you met them you immediately took them under your wing. You were like Jujustu high’s older sibling, always being there for your underclassmen no matter what.

“Do you guys really think they’ll forget us?” Yuuji pouted, you were like family to him now and the thought of you really leaving forever haunted him. Nobara hit his head and spoke “jeez your getting to emotional over this”. Everyone looked over to Nobara who’s eyes were so watery the sun glinted in them 10x more. “SPEAK FOR YOURSELF” yuuji choked out. Toge just sulked. He would miss how you’d tolerate his playful antics. Maki was also just pouting at the ground. You and her had that bond that no other could replace. Almost like you two were soulmates. Panda had looked up to you greatly, probably training with you the most was feeling emotional over the thought of you really forgetting him and the others. Megumi wouldn’t let it show but he was pretty glum at the moment. Knowing you for the longest and probably knew you the best out of the group even worried about him fading from your mind.

You walked outside to see everyone silently standing in a circle. They were all hunched over even Megumi who never slacks when it comes to posture. Slowly creeping up behind the group you hear small sniffles. Pushing your head in between Nobara and yuuji’s you asked “are you guys ok?”. Everyone jumped at the same time. When they came back down they all looked normal. “Of course were fine why would we be sad” maki spoke. “Tuna tuna” Toge agreed. Shrugging off the odd encounter you all went to the shopping area for the remainder of the day until it got dark.

You all laughed and played around on your way home. All of you held large bags of clothes, accessories and sweets to bring back for Gojo as Nobara walked freely with a small bag with a pair of earrings and other pieces of jewelry that probably drained gojo’s credit card.

You wiped away the tear from laughing. “This has got to be the best day ever” you said pulling everyone close to you. They all smiled, it truly was a great day but the thought of this being one of the last few times you’d say that to them. Soon you would be making new memories replacing the ones they had with you with others. Others that matched your skill and would always be working with you.

They hadn’t noticed it but you had been staring at them as their smiles faltered and the glint in their eyes left. Had they not had a great time? No. They were probably just tired. You all spent the day walking they probably just want to rest.

After arriving back to the school everyone said their goodnights and left to their rooms. You walked back and threw yourself on your bed. Going on your phone you looked through the pictures of today and old ones from the past months. Your adored those memories with your whole heart. You found a couple with yuuta in them. you missed Yuuta, though you didn't know him in person that long you both surprisingly stayed in contact while he was out and about in other countries. you placed your phone down. There was a mission you had to go on tomorrow and you didn’t want to be tired when it was time to wake up.

The next morning everyone woke up and went to the kitchen and saw many large stacks of pancakes with a note.

Good morning everyone, I have a mission to go on and I probably won’t be back until tomorrow. I hope you enjoy breakfast and don’t die while I’m gone :)

Their eyes started to water as they ate the pancakes. Itadori going on how deli it was while maki told him he’d choke if he kept talking. You were always the best at making them food. When you learned one or more of them hadn’t ate you always whipped something up quickly. There was never a time where they doubted you were the ultimate older sibling of this school, as you even cared for Gojo sometimes no matter how annoying he was. You’d help ijichi with his errands and hang out with principle yaga’s cursed corpses. Helping shoko with paper work and general healing people.

“Oh I can’t take this anymore” Nobara wailed. Megumi looked down. “I doubt y/n would forget about us”. Everyone looked up at him. “How can you know that” yuuji wined. “Just trust me I’m sure she won’t...”

The answer and the silence they came after it wasn’t very comforting. Toge and Panda didnt want to say anything, they had no clue what to say. No matter how many memories you could make with a person it was always possible to forget them. They all believed that’s what would happen with you.

The rest of the day went by slow. Gojo could sense something seemed wrong and before he could even ask why the group hovered over your bed in silence Nobara yelled at the top of her lungs for him to get out. Gojo simply walked away not wanting to make her more mad.

The slideshow had to be one of the worst they could make but still planned on presenting it to you on your last day.

“When IS y/n’s last day here?” Megumi asked. Maki tapped her cheek thinking. Toge’s eyes went wide and jumped up to the calendar hanging from the wall. He remembered when the last seniors graduated and then pointed to the next day on the calender. He frantically started walking around the room muttering words no one could hear. Everyone started getting teary-eyed, walking back and forth, saying random things. Everything was out of order. They thought they’d have at least another week with you and couldn’t handle the sudden change. They all paused when they heard the door open. Maki and Nobara were about to yell for Gojo to leave the room when they noticed it was YOU.

“How are you back here so early, you were gone for less than 6 hours” panda questioned. You blinked a couple times. “Well...the mission was easier than I thought but why are you all in my room and why are you all crying”. You were confused but concerned most of all.

"Guys-"

"PLEASE DONT FORGET ABOUT US" itadori and Nobara sang in unison. toge and panda repeatedly nodded their heads. the four were on their knees begging while Maki and Megumi stood awkwardly. "your gonna leave and then just forget about us in a couple months that's all" Maki said averting her eyes from your confused figure.

"what do you all mean? how the hell could I forget you guys" you said as you bent down and bought the four students up. "I love you guys and I couldn't forget my time with you all even if I wanted to which I never would!" you said pulling everyone into a close hug again. "But-" "There's no buts itadori and besides I'm not exactly leaving". Everyone looked at you with confusion. Toge staring at you menacingly trying to sense if you were lying. "DID YOU GET HELD BACK" Nobara gasped. You chuckled "of course not, after a couple of months I'll be coming back as a teacher". Panda picked you in a bone crushing hug and everyone followed.

"your our favorite senior" Itadori exclaimed.

you wheezed for a laugh as you were in a very tight hug. "I'm your Only senior, but you all are my favorite underclassmen....now I won't live long enough to buy you all treats if I don't get down-"

#jujustu kaisen #yuuji itadori x reader #maki zenin x reader #toge inumaki x reader #inumaki x reader #panda x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #saturo gojo #ijichi kiyotaka #shoko leiri #megumi x reader

[killalluchihas]

good vibes/bad juju - 50

While on a mission overseas, Gojo gets K-O’d by an unknown person. Within a week, every sorcerer in Japan has heard about it. (A JJK OC story - Rated M)

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A/N: thanks for making it to chapter 50! This is... a big boy chapter. about 9k+ compared to the 1k-5k range I've stuck to. Things get a little twisty in this chapter, and it's not entirely chronological. Also, a lot of unreliable narration.

chapter fifty - how did we get here? It's not the ending anyone was hoping for. (tw: gore & blood)

I want your silence. You will tell no one, communicate nothing about this domain or this technique. Do we have a deal, Miwa Kasumi?

—/—/—/—

Starting is always harder than stopping. The domain burns as it leaves her, and the world rushes back in.

The exhaustion hits as instantly as the technique, and it very nearly knocks her out cold. Just because Yoshi can use a lot of cursed energy at once doesn’t mean her body has no physical limits. And usually—before joining the school, before she met Gojo—she would know when and how much cursed energy she’d need to do something.

Yoshi hasn’t misjudged a situation this badly in a long time. Not since she was a child, too stubborn and rash to think ahead.

But she stays awake. She’s still trapped under some unknown veil. And despite how frayed Yoshi feels, it’s overpowered by the fierce, raw relief of watching Miwa Kasumi stir awake like a blue-haired bear out of hibernation.

“Eep!” Kasumi yelps, noticing the fungus-like curse next to them.

It’s exorcized, but still in the process of actually disintegrating. The situation has changed, but no time has passed.

“Oh. Ohhh man…” Kasumi sits up on her knees, registering the blood soaking the ground beneath her. She looks at her right arm, naked and whole, and exhales a thin, wavering laugh. “For some reason I thought my suit would be fixed too…”

The student is in one piece, but her blazer and blouse remain in bloody tatters.

Yoshi unzips her jacket and hands it to her. “Be grateful you didn’t lose your pants, ‘cause I’m not generous enough to let you borrow mine,” she says, firm enough that Kasumi doesn’t notice how weary she is.

The girl smiles meekly, wobbling on her feet like a newborn foal. “R-Right. That’d be embarrassing…”

Yoshi turns her gaze upward, pensive. She doesn’t know what the veil does. There could be more intruders outside, or worse—the veil could let her escort Kasumi out, but stop her from re-entering. Without any information about the veil or the attack, she’s stuck.

Idiot. Check your phone. Yoshi takes it out, faintly remembering that it buzzed a while ago. But there’s only one message, and it’s from Gojo.

omw, dont let any of them die (*¯ ³¯*)♡

“Tch,” she scowls at the text. For fuck’s sake. Could he be any more useless?

But Yoshi can extrapolate from that. Gojo still has her seventh bracelet and she knows exactly where he is—flitting around the exterior of the veil, doing fuck all. The veil is barring his entry in some way, and apparently he can’t spare two seconds to explain to Yoshi what’s going on.

I have my instructions, no need to wait.

Yoshi takes out a talisman for Kasumi. “The school buildings move around, but you should end up near Shoko’s office,” she explains. “Stay alert. I’m not going to save you twice.”

That’s not true, but what’s one more lie to Yoshi, when she balances so many?

Kasumi’s eyes flicker over Yoshi’s arms, arms stained red by blood and stained black by ink. There’s a thousand questions swimming in her gaze, but she knows better than to ask.

Why does it have to be a secret?

You have nothing left to trade for that answer.

“Thank you,” Miwa Kasumi whispers.

Yoshi slaps a bracelet on the student, and then she is alone once more in the forest, standing in blood-stained grass.

That’s when things truly go wrong.

—/—/—/—

“Yikes,” Gojo says to himself, finally dropping to the ground. He pulls in his technique until it coats him like a second skin, keeping him from touching the forest’s grass. The last thing he wants is to track blood around campus. “Gross,” he mumbles, examining the deep red puddle beneath him.

There are actually two stains overlapping each other. One is larger, flecks of blood spread to the far edges of the clearing by that blue-haired student. The other blotch is concentrated to a single spot, the spot where Yoshi must’ve stood or fallen. She remained stationary, and so the bleeding followed the course of gravity unhindered, saturating the grass so deeply that even now, her blood hasn’t fully dried.

Gingerly, he picks up the work phone that Yoshi left behind.

The cursed energy residuals are a bit mixed up here. Miwa isn’t so adept at fighting without leaving a trace, so it isn’t hard to identify her path. Comparatively, grade one sorcerers are far more skilled in concealing their presence. Gojo has to take off his blindfold to see it, but there’s enough residuals for him to understand.

And it eats at him, it nips like frostbite on his skin and he’s out in a blizzard with no Limitless. The Six Eyes only help in hindsight. He should’ve seen this coming.

—/—/—/—

To Megumi’s absolute outrage, Shoko singles him out as the only student injured enough to be given mandatory bed rest (not including Inumaki and Kamo, who are already on bedrest).

“But I’m fine,” he protests, immediately stepping away from the healer. “Itadori got his head bashed in by Todo, but I’m the one that’s hurt?”

“You have a mild concussion and two hairline fractures. What, did you have plans for this evening?” Shoko arches an eyebrow in challenge. “If I heal it all now, when you’re already this depleted, you’ll sleep for twelve hours and still feel sore afterwards. Come back tomorrow after you’ve rested properly.”

She’s being completely reasonable, but Megumi still hates it. Especially because Kugisaki starts pulling faces at him, taunting him for getting injured.

“Awww does little Fushiguro-kyun need a nap?” Kugisaki cooes at him. “Want a bedtime story too?”

“Don’t worry about it, Fushiguro!” Itadori says brightly, trying to console him. “We’ll just hang out in your room!”

“Please don’t.” The thought of letting these two idiots run wild in his dorm is giving him a headache. Megumi turns his face away. “I’ll lock you out.”

They end up in his room anyway.

—/—/—/—

Gojo returns to the main buildings to speak with Ijichi Kiyotaka. The assistant is reading over a clipboard while listening to a phone call, trying to put together all the pieces that make up the entirety of this attack.

“The forest is cleared,” Gojo informs him.

Ijichi, looking even more pale and pinched than usual, nods vigorously. “Forest cleared by Gojo-san. That leaves—ah, I see. No, we’re covering the rest of the search. Thank you, Mei-san.” Ijichi ends the call with fumbling fingers.

“That bad, eh?” Gojo mutters. “At least Mei’s being useful, even if she’s staked out in the viewing room with all the snacks…”

“Mei has confirmed that the students are alive, but we have other casualties,” Ijichi tells him. His jaw tightens. “We’ll meet at five to discuss it.”

On the clipboard, there’s a rough outline of the buildings that were attacked while the students were under the veil. He’s already scrawled out the names of eight sorcerers and assistants that were found dead.

“Hm,” Gojo nods slowly. “Will this meeting include Yoshi, Mei and Naoya? They’re already involved.”

“If you request it,” Ijichi bows his head. “But I don’t thi—” He cuts himself off prematurely, bowing again. “Pardon me.”

For once, Ijichi has an interesting reaction. “What do you think?” Gojo probes.

The assistant fiddles with his glasses. “That may be the first time you’ve ever asked me that.”

“Oya, you make me sound so heartless,” Gojo smacks him on the back, making the thin man lurch forward and nearly drop his clipboard. “Go on. What’s the problem?”

“The problems,” he says quietly, “Are that Mei’s crows did not maintain a consistent coverage of the forest. She avoided Itadori quite a lot. And Zenin, his whole family has a persistent and vested interest in discrediting this school.” He smooths down the folded corner of his note sheet fretfully.

Gojo grins. “Naoya’s useless. Mei can stay.”

Ijichi’s eye twitches. “Very well. As for Yoshi,” he continues haltingly, “…I have news concerning the branch council.”

“Oho?” Gojo’s eyebrows rise in mild interest. Idly, his thumb traces the scratched edges of the phone in his pocket. “Finally. You sure took your time.”

The assistant stammers out an excuse about unruly allies, but Gojo doesn’t really care. He knew it’d be a time-consuming investigation, that’s why he dumped it onto a manager.

Even before she was ranked as a grade one sorcerer, Yoshi knew how to hide. Back in August, Gojo had resorted to rummaging through curse activity records for a dozen foreign nations in order to find her. The branch council in America operates almost entirely independently of Japan, and has done so for half a century—still, Gojo didn’t appreciate how uncooperative they were over the exchange of information.

The branch council should’ve investigated New York years ago.

The sorcerers in the area should have felt it when the curses began to disperse in 1996—presumably on the 11th of February, Yoshi’s birthday—and conduct a search to understand what had happened. And even if they searched the metropolitan area off the records and failed to find an answer, it still doesn’t add up. Mariko Ariyoshi isn’t a strong sorcerer. She couldn’t have hidden Yoshi for so long without help.

It makes sense that in her adulthood Yoshi came up with ways to lay low, but for all the years before that—why would local sorcerers ignore the most densely-populated area of the country?

“Gojo-san,” Ijichi says hesitantly. “It’s… troubling.”

There’s rarely a situation in which Gojo would willingly defer to this scrawny little suit. But he can’t deny that Ijichi is profoundly loyal to the school and its students.

“Before you tell me,” Gojo begins, tucking his hands into the front pockets of his jacket. “Tell me if you think the students are in danger because of her. If you suspect she’s connected to this attack in any way, I’ll respond accordingly.”

The assistant adjusts his glasses again, needlessly. “No,” he concludes. “Nothing has led me to believe Yoshi is a direct threat to the students.”

Gojo hums casually, pulling away from Ijichi and stolidly ignoring the fierce relief now melting through his whole body. It’s disconcerting. Gojo already knew Yoshi was a good addition to the school, so why does it feel like his bones are defrosting, like his lungs have finally thawed enough to take in fresh air? How did he get to this point?

“Then that’s it,” Gojo says blithely. “That’s all that matters for now, isn’t it?”

Ijichi nods tersely. “I… agree. For now.”

He grins. “Excellent. Now scram, I left a curse-user with Gramps, he’ll need help with that.”

Ijichi startles. “Wait, we captured—?”

Gojo flees before Ijichi can get the question out.

—/—/—/—

Once the students are all crammed into the infirmary, all intact and already chattering amongst each other, Yoshi slips away and heads back to her apartment.

Chilled fabric sticks and unsticks itself to her skin. Her neck is sore and searing. She’s made some wrong moves. Maybe even some that can’t be corrected.

As soon as she passes the threshold of her apartment, Yoshi tears off her wet shirt and darts to the bathroom.

She’s covered in blood. She feels it all over herself, dried and flaking, tacky and cold. Under yellowed lights, Yoshi examines her torso in the mirror over the sink.

It’s difficult to see the damage. The strike she took was from the back. Just around her left flank, around her last two ribs. Two seals are interrupted, and rendered inactive. Stability seals, for pressure and heat.

“Lucky shot,” she mutters.

After yanking off the rest of her clothes, Yoshi turns on the shower and steps in while it’s still cold… and then she leans out, picks up all her nasty clothes, and brings it into the shower to wash too. Bloodstains are hard to get out once they’ve set in, and it’s not like anyone else is going to do her laundry.

The task of hand-washing her clothes is mundane and familiar enough that she can forget, for a little while, how enormously she’s fucked this up.

Her shoulder aches. That tidal wave jacked up her arm. Then she went ahead and spent non-existent hours (minutes? days?) inscribing cursed energy, rediscovering the shape of a near-dead girl. Yoshi hates to say it, but it was quicker this time because Junpei had allowed it, had been willing to be pulled apart—

It’s an ugly thing, the knowledge trapped in her head.

When she feels less like a horror-movie victim, clean and dry and wearing new clothes, Yoshi finally collapses onto her sofa. It’s a small sofa, just long enough to lay down on if she tucks her feet in, but she likes it. She’ll have to be careful and keep a towel under her neck so she doesn’t ruin the upholstery, though.

Yoshi lifts up her arms, considering her five remaining talismans.

Gojo doesn’t have that talisman anymore—when he tampered with it, he burned through the physical bracelet. There’s a usable blue bracelet in the infirmary.

Yoshi picks at a red bracelet, and then slides it off her wrist. There’s still a plan in her mind, the next steps are right in front of her, but Yoshi wonders if they’re just more wrong moves. Maybe there aren’t any right moves left.

She should contact Wendy. Yoshi dropped her work phone in the woods, but old phone is somewhere around here, still connected to messaging apps—

A heavy crack breaks through her thoughts.

It should alarm her that the sound came from her front door, but Yoshi has a fairly good idea of what just happened. Instead of rising, she shuffles backwards, extending her head over the armrest just as the front door swings open. Her view is upside-down, but even Yoshi can’t mistake that white-haired giraffe for anyone but Gojo. His voice slices through the thick silence effortlessly.

“Yoshi! Ah—did you just take a shower?” An easy grin slides over his face as he takes off his shoes in the entryway. “Without me?”

Her eyes narrow, ignoring that. “You broke the doorknob. What’s up?”

“It was already broken,” Gojo lies swiftly, grin turning playful.

The only furniture in Yoshi’s living room is the sofa and a coffee table, but Gojo isn’t the least bit deterred. He flips a kitchen chair around, planting it in front of her, and lays himself over it like an indolent house cat stretching into a spot of sun-warmed carpet. If it weren’t for the way his legs stick out gracelessly over each side of the chair, she’d think he was comfortable.

“You could’ve knocked,” Yoshi points out. Her fingers continue to pick at the edge of her bracelet as she thinks.

“What, and risk you jumping out a window to avoid me?” he scoffs, eyebrows raised.

His annoyed tone confuses her for a moment. “I’m not avoiding you,” Yoshi frowns.

Then he reaches over and plucks the talisman out of her hands. “Then why must you always have an escape plan?” Gojo queries, depositing the curled red bracelet onto the coffee table beside him. Yoshi has four more talismans at her disposal, but she gets the hint.

If Yoshi wanted to flee, Gojo wouldn’t be able to stop her. And it would be quite damning if it happened right after a huge security breach.

“I said I’d tell you,” she says, watching him.

She can’t really meet his gaze properly. It’s not because he’s wearing a blindfold—it’s just now that she's sunken into place, Yoshi absolutely sees no reason to ever leave this sofa. She’s going to stay right for as long as physically possible.

“You tell me a lot of things, Yoshi.” He rests his chin against his chair, lowered to eye-level. “And yet I barely know what goes on with you.”

He’s completely right, but Yoshi doesn’t know how to reply. There’s no crime here, no guilt to admit to. “...I said I’d tell you,” she repeats at last. “So will you let me tell you?”

Gojo considers it. Then he slides off his blindfold, pinning her again with the full focus of the Six Eyes. “I’m listening,” he answers.

Yoshi has the sudden, errant thought that she really likes her apartment. It’s sparse and small, but the windows face south. Sunlight streams freely into the room, and at this hour, at this angle, it lays a fair glow over everything she sees, and all she sees is him. He looks like polished marble. His eyes look moonlit in midday. She can’t fathom why he’d ever call her radiant.

Gojo, Yoshi repeats internally, but then she’s thoroughly mired. Six Eyes. Gojo.

But it’s pointless to try. If a name doesn’t come to mind when she sees a face, or if she hears a name and can't recall the face, just thinking about it more doesn’t help.

Gojo raises his eyebrows again, expectant. “Why don’t you start with why you sliced up your neck?”

“...I can’t start there,” Yoshi remarks hesitantly. “That’s the ending. It starts with your stupid text message.”

She watches the corners of his mouth curl upward for a moment. “It wasn’t stupid,” he says earnestly. He looks like he’s trying really hard not to bicker with her. “I even put a heart at the end.”

“Are you going to have a comment on every single thing I say?”

“Probably.” Delight begins to trickle back into his expression, lighting up his face little by little. “I’ll still listen, though!”

And he does. It takes a while to explain everything that happened under the veil, but he listens to everything Yoshi tells him.

And he accepts it, believes every truth she speaks. He believes the lies, too.

—/—/—/—

Around five o’clock, Utahime files into a private room alongside Gojo and Mei Mei. Naoya is still recovering in the infirmary, though Utahime suspects Gojo just didn’t want to include him. Whether or not Shoko is delaying his treatment intentionally, Utahime doesn’t particularly care to know either.

What she does care about is the other missing sorcerer.

“Where’s your new teacher, Gojo?” Mei drawls, beating her to it.

We could use Mei Mei, Utahime muses to herself. I’ll investigate the Kyoto branch, but Mei’s crows are great for spying.

There’s a slight frown on Gojo’s face, but he just shrugs. “She’ll turn up. Yoshi’s punctual, unfortunately.”

Sure enough, the young sorcerer appears a few minutes later, just after the principals arrive. She sits down next to Utahime, cross-legged and quiet, but there’s no time for Utahime to ask how she’s faring. With all of them assembled, they begin to discuss the attack.

Throughout the meeting, Utahime feels like a grade school student again, attentive to the day’s lesson while trying to get a read on the new girl. Of course, she listens properly while Ijichi reports the eleven casualties—all sorcerers and managers, but not a single student—but then Principal Gakuganji starts to bluster about the multiple stolen cursed objects, and Utahime’s attention strays back to the talisman sorcerer.

Yoshi’s hair is damp and loose over her shoulders, laying in waves instead of tangled curls. Without being tied back, her hair spreads out so much that Utahime can’t see the profile of her face. She changed clothes too, but overall, nothing in the young woman’s demeanor speaks of the anger that Momo described. It’s curious, but Utahime is glad she seems okay.

The day has been grim, but the meeting goes rather smoothly. The details of the attack would remain confidential, but Gojo insists on continuing the goodwill event. They’ll give the students another day to recover, and the final event will be held on Friday.

It’s nearing seven o’clock by the time they’ve been dismissed. Utahime rises stiffly, wiggling her toes to get the blood flowing as she turns to Mei Mei with hopeful eyes. “You’ll stay for Friday’s event, right?”

Since Mei isn’t a teacher, she can nominate the students for promotion if she sees potential in them.

“I’m afraid not. I’m leaving tonight.” Mei shrugs languidly, letting her braid swing against her chest. Utahime’s face falls. “Don’t fret, Utahime. I got a good look at all the students.”

“Oho?” A too-wide smile is plastered onto Gojo’s face as he slides into their conversation. “Really, all of them? Even Itadori?”

Utahime winces. She stays out of it when she can, but there’s certainly some conflict of interests at work today.

Mei smiles behind her curtain of hair. “They all performed well. Now, I think it’s getting late…”

“Don’t go,” Utahime sighs in exasperation. “Don’t let Gojo run you off, we should at least get dinner together,” she urges, eyes narrowed at her old friend. “Have you even visited Shoko? When’s the next time we’ll all have the time to meet up like this?”

Mei’s red lips flatten into a tight line. “I really can’t. You know how my brother gets…”

Utahime relents, holding her tongue. Mei’s little brother worships the ground she walks on, and Mei does everything to encourage it. Utahime’s disapproval has frayed the once-solid friendship between the two of them, and she doesn’t want to make it any worse.

As Mei Mei murmurs her farewells, Yoshi speaks up out of the blue.

“You wanted to know about the Kusumoto clan, right?” she asks. Yoshi isn’t looking at any of them, but there’s new tension in her posture belying her discomfort.

Utahime’s eyes grow wide, but she quickly shutters away her surprise.

Mei Mei stills. She cocks her head towards Yoshi. “Kusumoto clan?” she repeats shrewdly. “I’m fairly sure I mentioned a school, not a clan.”

Yoshi looks beyond reluctant when she looks up, but she replies, “Plenty of the disciples considered themselves a family once they took the name.”

Utahime takes a furtive look around them. The hall is empty at this point besides the four of them. Yoshi waited until the principals were gone…

She eyes Gojo, hoping that his expression might clue her in about Yoshi’s sudden disclosure about the Kusumoto school, but he seems equally curious.

“That’s a striking claim, considering that they’re all dead,” Mei remarks. Her painted lips quirk upward, like she knows what’ll be said next.

“They’re not all dead,” Yoshi says flatly.

“What?” Utahime blurts out, unable to hide the horror in her tone. “What does that mean? I thought you lived in America, surely the cult isn’t still active there?”

Gojo makes a surprised noise. “Ooh, I didn’t even think of that one,” he says, tapping his chin with one hand. “Good theory, Utahime-sensei.”

She stares at him, flummoxed.

“The cult’s gone,” Yoshi says, shooting Gojo a strange look too. “I meant the serial killer.”

“Ah, that’s right,” Mei Mei says, like the pieces have finally slid into place. Gojo echoes her reaction, comprehension dawning on him.

Utahime, on the other hand, wants to pull out her hair. “Serial killer?” Her voice pitches up in alarm. “What serial killer? What are you talking about?”

Yoshi gives her a vaguely apologetic look. “In 1967, a man was arrested for the massacre of dozens of religious followers. That’s the public story the jujutsu order was able to push,” she explains. “He was a talisman scholar, and as Mei said, he was responsible for the disbandment of the Kusumoto school.”

“And he’s still alive,” Mei concedes, dipping her head. “Bundled up in a straightjacket, and too deranged to be a threat anymore.”

“That’s one way to make it to old age,” Gojo interjects cheerfully. Utahime scowls.

Yoshi’s eyes remain fixed on Mei, but her expression is still unreadable. “The jujutsu council opposed their methods for years. With that incident, they had a justification for their disapproval and the solution to it all at once. With the school gone, the issue resolved itself.”

Quite abruptly, Utahime recognizes why this situation feels so uncomfortable.

Sorcery tangled up in religious fervor. Conflicting philosophies. Death, so much death. It’s not the same history, not the same domino effect that crushed Suguru, but Utahime’s gaze still drifts to Gojo. It’s still a tragedy, and apparently some part of this story resulted in Yoshi. She has to wonder what it is about Yoshi, about a cultish school and secretive talismans, that led Gojo to trust this woman in the first place.

“But if you look at the case, they never figured out why he attacked his own disciples,” Yoshi remarks. “No one ever tried to make sense of it.”

Mei arches a single, thin brow. “And you know what really happened?” she asks, not skeptical of Yoshi but genuinely intrigued. “Because sorcerers have investigated since then. The Kusumoto school was a cult that mutilated its members and annihilated itself, or do you disagree with that assessment?”

Yoshi opens her mouth, but at that moment, Gojo’s phone goes off.

“Aw,” he whines loudly when he checks the message. “I just got out of a meeting.”

“What?” Utahime eyes him, stunned. “You have to leave?”

His face twists a little as he looks at his phone. “...Yes,” he admits, and that throws Utahime for another loop. Gojo never answers his calls this quickly, yet he’s already stepping away from them to leave. It must be truly urgent. “Have a nice evening, ladies. I have to tend to some dusty-musty relics.”

“O-Oh, just a minute,” Utahime gasps suddenly, “I need to talk to you, Gojo—Wait up!” she snaps, trailing after him. She still needs to ask if Mei Mei can be added to the investigation, though she hates to leave Yoshi and Mei Mei in the middle of the conversation. “Gojo, would you slow down?!”

Lengthening her strides, Utahime is fully scowling again by the time Gojo finally relents and stops for her.

“Why are you mad?” he exclaims upon seeing her face. “I thought you’d appreciate me acting punctual!”

“I wanted to ask you in person,” Utahime hisses breathlessly. “About Mei Mei, what do you thin—?”

“Oh, she’s not invited to the party.”

Her temper flares at once. “Would you at least let me finish my damn sentence?!”

Gojo pouts at her like a child. “But that’s what you were asking, isn’t it?”

“It is, but you didn’t have to be so rude,” Utahime all but snarls, even though she has no real basis for it other than Gojo Satoru’s infuriating presence. “Why won’t you consider it?”

“I did,” Gojo cocks his head to one side. “She’s not much of a partier, y’know? Not the right vibe.”

She blinks. “What…?” What the hell did he mean by partier? What vibe?! Utahime is stuck. She can’t ask for clarification when they’re speaking in code!

“Weren’t you curious?”

Utahime looks at him again, puzzled.

His eyebrows rise, pulling at the cloth blindfold. “Don’t you wanna know how Yoshi learned so much about talismans?”

Utahime closes her mouth, contemplating. He’s baiting her now, dangling a question like that in front of her. It’s not like Gojo to talk behind someone’s back, not about gossip. Maybe there’s something more to Mei’s speculation about that school after all. Now that Utahime reflects on it, Mei Mei and Yoshi both agree that a massacre took place, forcing a disbandment, but…

“What else is there to know?” Utahime asks quietly. Surely there were no survivors—even if the jujutsu council ignored eyewitness accounts, anyone that investigated independently would have noticed. Right?

“Eh?” Gojo gives her a dumbfounded look. “If you wanted to know, why’re you here with me instead of listening to Yoshi?”

In a flash, she’s back to scowling. “Gojo—!”

“Later, Utahime.” He gives her a jaunty wave and vanished.

“That man!” Utahime seethes, fisting her hands. She’s sure she’s going to end up with high blood pressure if she hangs around him too much. She stomps back the way she came, hoping it won’t be awkward if she slides back into the discussion—

The hall is empty.

Utahime’s jaw drops in outrage. They just left? Why?! She said it’d only take a minute!

Shoko would never treat me like this.

—/—/—/—

Around seven o’clock, Nobara has the bright idea that they’re going to have pizza for dinner. To her, it doesn’t matter at all that they demolished two pizza pies for lunch, or that Megumi still doesn’t like all that grease and cheese, because—

“New York pizza,” the stubborn girl insists. “It’s completely different. It’s famous. Let’s go find Yoshi-sensei.”

Then she tears the comforter off of Megumi’s bed for good measure, managing to knock Yuji to the ground in the process. He has to give credit where it’s due—Itadori is a heavy guy for Nobara to push around. “Fushiguro! You’re coming too, you’re the only one that knows where her apartment is.”

Megumi gets to his feet, but only because he doesn’t want Nobara to get physical with him. She’s still sort of riled up, like the adrenaline never really left her once she started fighting Dagon. It’s probably because of Naoya. She wouldn’t say much, but Megumi thinks Nobara’s a little rattled after meeting the clan heir.

“You can’t seriously think it’s alright to ask her to fetch pizza from the other side of the world for us,” Megumi points out. “You know the state she was in when we left the veil.” He eyes Yuji in particular, judging him for already having slipped on his shoes.

“I know!” Yuji squawks once he notices the glower. “But—I wanna visit Yoshi-sensei anyway. Nobara’s gonna be shot down, but—“

“Okay, shut up,” Nobara interrupts, yanking on a jacket. “I've reevaluated! Given that it’s six in the morning in New York—get that grin off your face, you sea urchin—we’re not getting pizza. But Yoshi totally snuck off from the infirmary, and she hasn’t even answered my daily reminder of the rising interest on the loan she’s taken out—”

“The nail polish thing,” Megumi answers Yuji before he can ask.

“—So it wouldn’t hurt to check in on Yoshi. I don’t like this radio silence.”

I’ll explain what I can as soon as I can, Yoshi had told him. Megumi doubts that Yoshi will have anything new to say, but he shuffles out of his room after his classmates anyway.

He doesn’t want to be nosy, but the cuts Megumi saw on Yoshi’s neck looked exactly like the curse marks of Ryoumen Sukuna. And when Yoshi created that strange flaming arrow, pulling out of thin air, she’d never felt more malevolent. Maybe he won’t get answers, but like Nobara said, it wouldn’t hurt to check on her.

Outside the dorms, the air is cool and humid. Yuji sticks his head out and swivels it around in every direction. “I think the coast is clear,” he announces warily.

Nobara clicks her tongue in disapproval. “That guy’s crazy. How do you stand him?”

“I dunno,” Yuji admits, aggrieved. “It’s all a blur! We had a really good vibe going in that fight. It felt like, as long as me and Todo kept going, no bad juju would ever touch us!”

Megumi raises an eyebrow at his language.

“What the hell is your vocabulary?” Nobara demands, noticing it too. “Bad juju? What does that mean?”

“Just—bad stuff!” Yuji makes a flailing, ambiguous gesture with his hands. “Forget it—I’m just saying that everything felt right.”

“Yeah. With that gorilla.” Nobara sneers. “He’s still nuts. You weren’t there when he attacked Fushiguro and Yoshi-sensei.”

“Eh?” Yuji straightens up. “When—?”

“While you were dead,” Nobara and Megumi reply simultaneously.

Yuji whines. It’s the fourth time today they’ve brought it up.

“It was on the first day we met her, too,” Megumi adds, suddenly pitying their new teacher all over again. “I don’t know why Yoshi’s stuck around…” but then he stops, because he does know why Yoshi has stayed in Tokyo for so long.

He turns to his classmates, a weird sense of indignation building his chest. “I went to New York with Yoshi-sensei on Monday,” Megumi says purposefully. “She had to make a visit, because Naoya paid someone to burn down her apartment in Queens. People thought she died because she disappeared at the same time. Some little kids were about to put on a memorial service for her.”

The two of them stare at Megumi, dumbstruck.

“What?” Nobara shrieks.

“Yeah,” Megumi agrees.

“So, you went to Queens…” Yuji grimaces at the cold look Megumi levels at him, “To tell everyone she was alive?”

Though Yuji would deserve it if they brought up his own fake death again, Megumi chooses to overlook it this time, and instead explains the situation with Yoshi’s former baseball team. He pauses, gathering his thoughts. “...Don’t you think she’s doing too much? She’s almost as new to the jujutsu world as Itadori, but there’s so much she’s expected to do.”

Kugisaki doesn’t seem to get it, but Itadori does.

“Your nail polish, Kugisaki. I already told you about my mission with Nanamin,” Yuji reminds them. “Yoshi wasn’t even working on the case, but she helped anyway. It protected us both from the curse's technique right up until it activated a domain. And that chocolate thing—”

He presses his lips together and says no more, but Megumi and Nobara know who’s on his mind. Yoshino Junpei, who wasn’t a sorcerer until he suddenly was. Who could summon a luminous jellyfish shikigami, who had died at the hands of a special-grade spirit, who was rebuilt but not saved by Ariyoshi Reina’s potent talisman work.

“Wasn’t…” Nobara’s eyes narrow in thought. “Wait. Fushiguro, we were there when she got the call from Nanami Kento. She asked for my nail polish the same day.” Megumi blinks. “She was still in a hospital bed! After Zenin fuckin’ Naoya stabbed her in the gut!”

“Like I said,” Megumi mumbles. “Don’t you think she’s doing too much?”

Yuji slumps. “Man, how did Gojo even find a person like her? She wasn’t even a registered sorcerer.”

“Germany,” Nobara answers swiftly. “No one’s sure what happened, but afterward, Gojo got obsessed and started pestering branch councils around the world to track her down.”

Even Megumi isn’t sure of what went down at their first meeting, but he knows more about Germany than the other two. He doesn’t want to bring up Tsumiki, but… “There’s an ongoing investigation,” Megumi says hesitantly. “It’s an international case that Gojo and Yoshi were pursuing independently. After they crossed paths in Germany, they eventually figured out they were looking for the same thing.”

“International?” Yuji repeats. “That must be why they went to Bolivia. Makes sense, I was wondering about the salty desert thing.”

Of all the ways that Itadori could have responded, Megumi never expected him to bring up a salty desert.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“The salty—Uyuni, I looked it up after Gojo told me about it!” Yuji insists earnestly, “Gojo and Yoshi went to Bolivia. And I think he lost Yoshi’s shoes.”

Well, it is Gojo. Maybe he did go to Bolivia.

“Bolivia, Germany, Cambodia, New York,” Nobara begins to count off the countries. “Kinda insane when you think about all the running around she does.” She frowns. “Especially today, using those tilaks to get to everyone. It’s a lot of information to process. It’s a lot of scribbly stuff to memorize!”

Megumi points up ahead. The faculty buildings are a little larger than the student dorms, but they look pretty much the same. “That one is Yoshi’s,” he informs them.

Nobara spins on her heel, bright hair swishing against her cheeks. “Guys, don’t be dicks. Yoshi’s been through a lot. If she doesn’t want company, leave her alone!”

It takes all of Megumi’s energy to bite his tongue instead of snapping, That’s what I’ve been telling you this whole time.

“I get it, I get it,” Yuji assures her as he steps up to the front door to knock. “We’re not gonna push her—oh.” Yuji stares at the door, flabbergasted as it swings open. “Uh oh.”

“What did you do?” Nobara gasps. The doorknob hangs loose and crooked, like it was twisted until the locking mechanism snapped.

“I just knocked, it was already broken!” Yuji cries.

“Hey!” Megumi yells, pushing the door open a little more. The lights are on, but he can only see the wall of the entryway. He feels weird about just inviting himself in, though. He doesn’t sense any bad energy around here. “Sensei, are you there?”

“Are you alive?!” Nobara adds loudly. “You better be, you owe me money!”

Yuji bounces on the balls of his feet. “Sensei! Can we come in? I don’t think this is what an open-door policy looks like—”

“Yo!” The door suddenly opens all the way, and the students balk.

Oh, no.

Gojo grins back at them. “What’re you kiddies doing here? Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

This is not what Megumi wants to deal with right now. He doesn’t know what this is, but he doesn’t want it. Gojo isn’t dressed in a uniform, he’s in casual clothes. He’s wearing sunglasses that sit low on his nose, and his hair is down and loose—

This asshole looks way too comfortable. The prospects are not good for Yoshi.

“Oh, hey Gojo-sensei!” Yuji greets him. He’s the only one that isn’t reflexively unhappy to see the white-haired sorcerer. “I didn’t know you lived with Yoshi-sensei!”

Though it could be his imagination, for a split second, and for the first time in Megumi's life, Gojo actually looks terrified. But then Gojo gasps, loud and melodramatic. “I don’t live here! Yuji-kun, take it easy, you’re gonna give your teacher a heart attack!” he exclaims, clutching at his chest with his free hand. “I’m too young for that!”

“Oh, sorry,” Yuji immediately backtracks. “I guess that’s a big step, I shouldn’t have assumed—”

“Very funny!” Gojo cheerfully slaps his hand over Yuji’s mouth. “I’m here on teacher business, that’s all. Now get lost, it’s long past office hours! Send an email or something.”

Megumi scowls, swatting Gojo’s hand off of Yuji. “Don’t lie. Did you break this door? What’s going on?”

“I will also take a message if it’s really urgent,” Gojo wheedles. “I’ll pass it on when she’s back.”

“Wait,” Nobara frowns, “Yoshi isn’t even home?”

“Nope,” he confirms. “She’s out on teacher business.”

—/—/—/—

“You three are lively today,” Gojo observes as the shortest and most wrathful of his first year students stomps through the entryway, toeing off her shoes in the most politely aggressive way possible. Honestly, it’d make Utahime proud.

“Why are you snooping around Yoshi’s house while she’s gone?” Nobara says accusingly, spinning on the heels of her sock-covered feet.

“You’re the one snooping,” Gojo remarks, bemused as Megumi and Yuji take off their shoes in the genkan. “I didn’t even say you could come in! Do you see the size of this place? Now we’re over capacity.”

“Gojo-sensei,” Yuji pipes up, “If you don’t live with Yoshi, and you’re not snooping, what are you doing here?”

“And don’t say teacher business,” Megumi warns. He’s eyeing Gojo with deep prejudice, arms crossed, but it’s very hard to take him seriously when Gojo’s seen him make that same pouty face from age seven to fifteen.

But, even with Megumi’s cute pout face, It’s very clear that these three are on a mission. They’re not going to stop pestering him until Gojo answers their questions. Of course, he could just leave, but—he’s waiting.

“��I’m not supposed to blab,” Gojo complains, sighing a big gust of air as he flops onto Yoshi’s egregiously small couch. He pulls out his phone, musing over how long it’s been since Yoshi left. “She’ll arrive any minute, alright?”

Is he stalling? Yes. The students are much nicer when Yoshi’s around, especially Megumi. It’s kind of rude at this point when he thinks about it.

“You mean she’s off-campus,” Nobara states, eyes focused on the bracelet sitting on Yoshi’s coffee table. “And she’s gonna teleport back here with that anchor.”

“Correct,” Gojo throws her a thumbs up. “Oh! This might be a good time to mention it,” he continues, sitting up. “A lot happened during the attack. That veil was used to keep my attention on the forest while another attack was initiated in the main buildings. Gakuganji and Utahime ran into curse users—we interrogated one, confirming that the special grade curses you encountered are cooperating with humans. And…” Gojo eyes Megumi in particular, “We confirmed that this group is at least partially responsible for the curse seals that have been appearing on civilian victims around the world.”

A young and androgynous monk, white-haired with a spot of pink in it.

The description given was far too specific. It’s the sorcerer that used an ice technique to cause chaos in Germany just before Yoshi could revive a potential witness.

Megumi doesn’t react much, but he’s had years to learn how to read thi kid. His jaw tightens, his arms, already folded, hide the way his hands squeeze into fists. “So Yoshi was right,” Megumi surmises. His eyes flicker to the other students. “She suspected a connection between the curses and those curse seals I mentioned, but couldn’t prove it,” he explains to his classmates.

“She had proof,” Gojo admits, laying his head back. “Kinda. But it was impossible to share.”

After all, the proof came from Wendy’s uncanny earrings, and Yoshi, for good reason, never wanted her to be so involved. Civilians aren’t even supposed to know about sorcery, let alone work alongside a sorcerer. Wendy ‘feeling a vibe’ isn’t a credible source. It’s a shame that it took two attacks and so many deaths—in Osterby and now here in Tokyo—before Gojo had any sort of conclusive evidence to back her up.

“That being said—”

“How did they get past Tengen’s barrier?” Nobara cuts him off. “And know when to attack, and where to go—is there someone leaking information?” she asks abruptly, answering her own question.

“There must be,” Megumi agrees, leaning against the counter next to Yuji. “That tree curse didn’t just know that Yoshi-sensei used talismans—it tried to stop her from teleporting, it recognized the signs when she went for her wrist.”

This isn’t news to Gojo, of course, but goodness—Megumi really is a sharp kid. Someone must’ve raised him well. “Yoshi said that the curse recognized her as the talisman user,” Gojo begins. “And, though I personally doubt it, since Mei took a shot at her, Yoshi wanted to find out if she had anything to do with the attack.”

It takes a few moments for the students to process that. Even Megumi, clever as he is, looks like he had no inkling about what Gojo just laid out for them.

“A shot,” Megumi echoes, realization dawning on his face, closely followed by shock. “Mei Mei took a shot at Yoshi-sensei during the attack. That’s why—?”

A sharp burst of cursed energy jolts them all—and Yoshi crashes onto the coffee table in a bizarre splash of water, clutching a length of braided white hair.

There’s a bit of screaming from the teens, but that was expected. What Gojo didn’t expect was all the water. “Why are you wet?” he demands, pulling his legs away from the dripping table.

“Why are all of you in my house?” Yoshi shoots back. She dumps the clump of hair onto the table and heads straight down the hall without waiting for an answer. Yuji and Megumi step out of her way. The bathroom door clicks shut behind her, and all three students set their eyes on Gojo again.

“What? This is pretty tame!” The braid of Mei Mei’s hair lays in a sad, soggy pile between them. Nobara looks ready to explode. Gojo isn’t supposed to spread this news, but—“Think about it, it's just hair! She bit off Naoya’s ear!”

—/—/—/—

“Thank you,” Miwa Kasumi whispers.

Yoshi slaps a bracelet on the student, and then she is alone once more in the forest, standing in blood-stained grass.

She sighs, rolling back her stiff shoulder as she thinks. Now what? How the hell am I supposed to know where to go? God, I miss Wendy.

If she could know for sure all her students were safe, she’d stop and call Yaga to assess the situation. But no one has tried to call Yoshi, so she can’t help but assume the worst: that everyone is too busy fighting to stop and call for help.

She’ll just have to check on each student personally.

A dull pressure starts up in Yoshi’s head as she reaches for her marks. Eight students across several kilometers of forest. Each one moving at different speeds, at different altitudes, too. Nobara and Mai are near water, their marks could rub off any minute. Yuji seems to be alone, but Todo had fixated on him earlier. That pair will be fine. They’re too sturdy to die quickly.

Her phone buzzes again, this time with a call from an unsaved number. Hopefully it’s Iori.

“Yeah?” Yoshi answers, but there’s just static on the other end.

There is no warning.

Just a swish of air, and then a piercing, jarring impact—an object drilling into Yoshi’s back, burning with savage force.

It knocks the wind out of her, the burst of violent cursed energy flooding her chest—

Yoshi’s reaction is instinctual, involuntary. The faulty nullification seal flares to life, instantly negating the fierce strength of whatever’s hit her, forcing it to a complete standstill instead of ripping straight through her chest. Her knees give out, dropping her onto the stained grass.

Something thumps to the ground behind her.

Yoshi tries to inhale, and feels a slicing pain over her left flank. Ribs broken. She can’t breathe, she can’t even sit up. It didn’t kill her instantly but she can’t—can’t fix it. She stares at her hands, pressed into the bloodied earth, but she can’t concentrate enough to feel the grass under her fingertips. She does feel the heat of her blood traveling down her waist and hip before it goes cool and sticky against her clothes.

I need to heal myself, Yoshi has enough sense to remember that. I don’t have any coins.

It hurts. Fuck, it’s all she can feel, all she can focus on. Her heart’s beating too fast, torn arteries spilling blood down her flank. The grass beneath her is more red than green, but it’s disappearing before her eyes as her vision darkens.

No time for a new talisman.

She lied to Nanami before, when she said that talismans take a long time to create.

They don’t.

It takes time to come up with new talismans, Yoshi’s talismans, the kind with exact intentions and comprehensible repercussions. But the sutras passed to Yoshi are different; they’re refined and ingrained through decades—centuries, maybe—of jujutsu work before her. She can write them in minutes. Seconds, even.

Old talismans are just too vile, though. Yoshi’s knowledge is nothing but an encyclopedia from shitty, short-sighted cultists. An unwanted, unstable library of invidious ways to fight or torture or dominate enemies.

Or outlast them.

That one, she thinks bitterly. Behind the jugular, up the trapezius but following the lateral fibers of the splenius capitis. It’s old work. An ugly, malevolent scripture. It should stay buried, yet it’s at the forefront of her mind already. Has to be that one.

It’s a little ironic. She just saved Kasumi after her neck was torn open. And now, Yoshi digs her nails in, tearing a new mark into her own flesh. It’s not a mark to heal, not truly. It’s an attempt to reach forever, a yearning towards stagnation. At least three practitioners sought immortality and failed, but they at least cultivated an ugly pair of seals that came close to preservation.

When her neck is carved out, throbbing noxiously as her ribcage reforms itself, Yoshi finally turns around, and looks at the dead blackbird that struck her.

Forest first. Clear the forest first, Yoshi urges herself. Then the bird bitch.

—/—/—/—

There isn’t much to insulate sound between the bathroom and the kitchen, no matter how much Yoshi tries to tune them out. Why the hell did Gojo let the students into her apartment? She doesn’t even have enough chairs for all of them.

“Shut up about that guy! I don’t wanna hear that name ever again.”

“I didn’t notice that the Head-Hei guy was missing an ear…”

“Gojo, you invited Mei.”

“Uh, yeah,” he confirms. It sounds like he’s talking with his mouth full. What the hell is he eating? “And it’s so awkward! Now I’m in a tight spot and I hate it, it’s very uncomfortable.”

Yoshi rolls her eyes as she pulls on a clean t-shirt.

“You’re uncomfortable?” Nobara exclaims. “Really?”

“What’s with all the scowls?” Gojo complains. “I still want Mei to throw in some recommendations. She can’t do that if she’s reprimanded. Or the whole goodwill event could get voided. There’s all sorts of ways to spin it.”

“Gojo-sensei, we can be promoted some other time,” Yuji blurts out. “What about Yoshi?”

“What? I knew she’d be fine. It’s Yoshi.”

“…You’re full of crap.” Megumi concludes.

The first years sound more outraged the more their teacher talks, and while Yoshi doesn’t blame them, she doesn’t share their sentiment either. Gojo sounds pretty flippant now, but in truth, he wasn’t so nonchalant when Yoshi recounted her part in today’s attack. Mei was paid to kill Yoshi, and it caught him off guard. She saw the disbelief on his face, and then she saw it change into understanding.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” Gojo whines.

“I couldn’t really tell what it meant,” she shrugs. “Maybe Mei picked up a contract, or maybe she’s involved with the curses.”

He shakes his head. “Killing you for cash is within reason for her. Killing you to assist curses infiltrating and attacking the school is—well, that’d make it hard to take on missions, and get more cash. She wouldn’t do it without the assurance it wouldn’t affect her reputation.”

Meaning it was a sorcerer that contracted Mei. Someone ranked high enough to give that kind of reassurance.

“This is how Yuji ended up dead too,” Gojo informs her, hands laced together. “The first years conveniently got assigned to a mission way above their level while I was out of town. You’re not as easy to dispatch, so they went more underhand.”

Yoshi’s not easy to kill, but only because she’s willing to be underhanded, too. She focuses on her reflection in the bathroom mirror, clipping her hair up to get a clear look at her neck.

The seal has to go.

She glances around the sink counter and swears under her breath. Of course she forgot to take a knife before locking herself in the bathroom. There’s no way Yoshi is going to use her fingers again for this awful thing, so she begins to rummage through the cabinets and her toiletries for any sort of blade.

“—must’ve been paid in advance,” Gojo informs the students, continuing the conversation that Yoshi lost track of. “I’m not sure how much, but a couple of councilmen or Zenins must’ve chipped in…”

In fact, there are three names that Mei kindly typed out for her. It kind of unnerved her, the ease with which Mei gave up her benefactors. Did she not care if Yoshi went after jujutsu execs? Or did Mei know that, even right now, Yoshi would rather keep her silence about all this?

Yoshi stops what she’s doing to grab her work phone, and texts the names to Gojo. There’s also a dozen missed calls and texts on this phone that she has yet to acknowledge.

One of the texts stands out more than the rest.

tell me you didn’t use it on campus. he’ll notice.

It can be a real pain when Wendy spams her with dozens of messages, but today she has every reason to be worried. Guilt begins to coil in Yoshi’s throat. She deserves a call, but Yoshi can’t do that now. She types out a short email instead.

School event ambushed. A student signed in.

Which student? Blue, the blue one. She’s blue, and she has the blue bracelet.

I got ambushed during the ambush (names at end put a hit on me). It was on campus but under a strong veil. I think there was too much activity at once for him to notice. And there’s a staff - Playful Cloud?

That last sentence almost gets deleted. It’d been such a fleeting thing, and maybe her reaction was so strong because of the stress she was already under. But not only is it rare for Yoshi to recall something so specific—it’s worrying that it was Megumi that evoked it. A person, a face she didn’t know until quite recently.

There’s no way we could’ve met before, Yoshi reasons. He would’ve said something.

“What do we do with… y’know, the hair?” she hears Yuji ask nervously. “Yoshi-sensei isn’t gonna keep it, right?”

“Sell it for cash.” Of all people it’s Megumi that suggests it, and Gojo bursts into mean laughter. “It’s Mei. Seems fitting…”

Yoshi puts down the phone and examines two razors. There’s a leg razor, but it’d be silly to pull it apart for a single puny blade. She also has a straight razor meant for eyebrows and peach-fuzz and whatnot.

How did I get here? Yoshi wonders herself, a little amused but mostly just resigned as she pours isopropyl alcohol over the face razor. Wendy’s gonna laugh at me.

It doesn’t take much effort, at least. Just a lot of resolve to slide a blade over her neck in one, measured stroke. The razor breaks through every jagged tear of the physical mark, one by one.

And then Yoshi can breathe again, feel whole and alive and almost clean.

Almost.

Yoshi pull her hair back into a ponytail, unlocks the door, and goes out to rejoin the sorcerers bickering in her kitchen.

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A/N: I'M SORRY FOR THE DRAMA i swear there will be other chapters with less plot and more fluff. I really wanted to include the baseball game, but it's just not meant for this chapter. I mean, Mei Mei was dropped into a ocean and bullied by Yoshi off-screen, so. Yeah. They're still gonna have a nice to time playing baseball, but the serious stuff had to be acknowledged first.

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[miyaniacs]

a joke went too far

gojo x fem!reader one shot

A/n: Based on this post from the incredible @laceymorganwrites​ , which i did request lol. Yes it’s a fem reader bc I originally requested it and my feelings went wild reading the HC and i kinda started writing this for myself but it ended in a pure mess and yes i did cut my hair and its a slightly different color too lol.

Warnings: slight Angst, Gojo being an idiot, Crack and dumb at the end

Characters: Gojo x fem!reader 

Your hand rests on the doorknob.

Are you ready for this? No.

Are there any other options than to deal with what will await you? No.

Except the fact to just leave the country with what you have on yourself right now.

But this isn’t really an option.

How bad could it possibly get?

It’s Gojo we’re talking about. He tells you every day how much he loves you.

A few inches less of your hair shouldn’t change anything, right?

Taking a deep breath, a smile forms on your face.

No. It should not change something.

You feel so much better now with shorter hair.

More confident.

Way hotter too.

He will definitely think the same.

“Babeee, I’m back!” You call out, dropping your bag on the floor, taking off your shoes.

“OHHH LET ME SEE LET ME - Are you for real?” Gojo’s excitement drops the second he lays his eyes on you. Looking at his feet, you slowly place your shoes on the shelf and stand up. His eyes narrow and one of his hands extends towards you. With pointed fingers he takes a stand of your hair in them.

“Uhm... What is this? Didn’t you told me you’d just get your hair colored again?” He raises one of his eyebrows, his lips form into a disgusting smile.

“Yeah, but i talked with my hairdresser, about how unhappy I was with my hair and due to it being already pretty dry and damaged, we decided on a new haircut.” You smile and take a small step back from him.

“But it’s short now.” He stats.

“Well yeah... but I mean, hey I didn’t cut off all my hair, I didn’t do a Britney Spears.” You joke, but quickly your smile drops when you see the look on your boyfriends face.

“Don’t... don’t you like it?” You stutter. Your arms slowly start wrap around your body.

“No. I liked your long hair. And what even is this color?” He asks coldly, while one of his hands moves around pointing at your hair.

“Uhm.. this is just temporarily... it will fade away when I wash it.” You say shyly. Your whole posture sinks, your arms are now tightly wrapped around your body, your eyes fixed on the ground.

“Well you know where the bathroom is. I’ll prepare dinner...” he rolls his eyes and walks away to the kitchen.

Like a kicked puppy you walk towards the bathroom. Your teeth dig into your lower lip, a few more seconds and your sure you’ll be able to taste blood.

Why.

Why did you do that.

Why did you cut your hair shorter.

You knew Gojo’d be the type to like his girlfriend all dolled up, with long soft hair.

Closing the door behind you, you sink down on the floor, pulling your knees towards your chest, arms wrapped around them, you feel the tears slowly roll down your cheeks.

“Hey, I just checked something, getting hair extensions isn’t even that expensive, if you call your hairdresser tomorrow, maybe your back to your beautiful self in two weeks.”

He calls out from the kitchen and you finally reach your breaking point.

The tears stream down your face, your breathing gets as irregular as it can get, your body shakes and your mind keeps racing.

“Baby? Why don’t I hear any water running? Are you actually planning on keeping your hair the way it is now?” He laughs.

Do you keep it that way? Yes. Yes. HELL YES!

On shaking legs you stand up and look into the mirror.

You look good - besides the red already swollen eyes - your hair just compliments your whole facial structure even more now, it makes your skin look healthy. You will keep your hair the way it is.  What would he possibly do. It’s your body after all.

“Yes. Yes I leave it that way.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Well okay, the I’ll be leaving now. I don’t plan to be associate with someone that looks like you now.” He laughs.

Your breath stuck in your throat. He is kidding right. He has to be. He told you he loves you this morning. Clearly this would not change just because of your hair.

With shaking fingers you open the door, “ Very funny, I almost bel-“ You hear the front door slam shut.

No.

No.

No, no no.

Your knees get weak and you sink to the floor, curling into a ball, the tears start to form again.

“Satoru...” you call out softly, before hiding your face in between your knees again.  

He really left you. Why have you been so stupid and agreed on cutting of your hair? You should know that in the saying “ boys like girls with long hair” had to have some tough in it.  Why didn’t you agree to what he said. Why have you been so stupid and actually thought he was messing with you. You know him enough to see that the look in his eyes wasn’t his usual ‘ I’m messing with you’ look.

“Baby?” A soft voice calls out and you feel a large hand on your shoulder.

Glancing up, you see a blurred vision of your boyfriend kneeling in front of you.

“You... You didn’t go?” You stutter in a broken voice.

“I - what no. Baby, I was just joking. I - come here.” He sits down and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you as tight as possible. One of his hands rubs your back while the other gently stokes your head.

“I love you so much, why should I leave you, just because you changed your hair?” He hummus and kisses your head.

“I - You know you could do much better than me.. and I thought that changing my hair wo-“  The hand on your head quickly grabs your chin and his lips gently but firmly press on yours, shutting you off.

“No. I thought we already discussed this.” He looks at you, his blue eyes soft and caring.

“ I - I know, but recently...” you try to explain yourself, but just thinking about all the things going trough your head again, makes you cry again.  In return, your pulled against him again, your face buried in his chest, his head resting on yours.

“ Next time promise me to tell me. I would have never joked about your hair, if I knew your struggling again. “ He wraps himself completely around you, rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into your hair.

After some time, you finally calmed down again.

“I’m sorry.” You sniff and rub your eyes.

“Nooo - I should be the one apologizing.” He pouts and boops your nose.

“You know how breathtaking you looked when you walked tough the door?! You were literally glowing, I couldn’t believe such a beautiful, gorgeous, incredibly attractive, wonderful, head turning, jaw dropping,-“ He rambles and gets up, lifting you up with him, “- human being is the girl I call my girlfriend.” He smiles down at you and kisses you softly. You start blushing. He’s always so over the top and you don’t even know what you should respond.

“WHAT?!” He gasps, “ YOU STILL DON’T BELIEVE ME?!”

“No, nooo I do!” You laugh.

“Really, I mean it... I - I could ... Oh let me take my razor and cut my hair off!” He says, while pointing a finger into the air, as if he’d just got the best idea ever and runs off into the direction of the bathroom.

“NO- SATORU DONT” you scream and try to catch up with him.

“DO NOT COME NEAR ME! I WILL DO IT!” He says and turns on the razor, holding it near his hair.

“GOJO SATORU DO NOT DO THIS!” You say in between laughs.

“OR WHAT!” He puts the razor nearer to his hair. “ I need to prove to you that I love you!” He whines.

“You know what, yes. Do it.” You say, crossing your arms and smirking at him.

Gojo blinks a few times, but moves the razor nearer and nearer.

As the first few strands of white hair fall too the floor, he turns it off.

“NO I CAN NOT DO IT!” He drops down on his knees and takes the few stands of his hair in his hands. “My hair.. my beautiful hair.” He fake cries.

“You know i love you even though I didn’t cut off my hair?” He looks up at you with puppy eyes.

“ Yes I do.” You lean down and kiss him.

“Good thing you didn’t cut it off.” You laugh and walk back to the kitchen, remembering that it was dinner time.

“What?” He tilts his head and gets up, following you.

“I’d definitely leave you if you did.”

“HEY!”

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