arievir

[arievir]

blank canvas. (2)

after offering a painful ultimatum to finally be enough for him, things ultimately get worse as he decides between keeping you or losing you as the only resolution.

pairings. ryōmen sukuna, fem!reader

genre. florist x tattoo artist au, mild angst, opposites attract

tags/warnings. strong language, defloration (kinda), explicit smut, undertones of manipulation and gaslighting, toxic relationship, undertones of cheating

notes. 11.2k wc! thanks for the love on bc1, i didn't expect it to gain traction at all but tyty. last part will come soon, but that will be the final chapter to this mini-series.

part 1 | part 3

The ride back home was uncomfortable. 

It wasn’t because you had promised to give yourself to him that night, but rather because his uncharacteristic silence was not what you had expected after delivering your ultimatum. You already proposed a wonderful solution to his needs, so why was he acting like you were the one being ridiculous? This was why you hated it whenever Sukuna chose silence over open communication, as it left you a hard time guessing about what was running through his mind. His expression didn’t offer any clues either, because he did pretty well at concealing his emotions behind a facade of indifference.

When you said you would do it with him, you meant it. But what did he think of it? 

The sharp wind cut through your skin, the roar of his motorbike deafening your ears as your boyfriend accelerated his vehicle upon entering the tunnel. The vibrant yellow lights offered a cinematic view, tempting you to imagine yourself embracing the wind with open arms, though you knew better than to do so. Instead, you held onto him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning forward as he sped through the empty lane.

It was nearing midnight, and the sparse traffic allowed Sukuna to indulge in one of his habits: riding his bike in the late hours of the night through this particular tunnel and onto the highway. You knew this ritual helped him clear his mind since it offered a rush of danger that sharpened his focus on the road. His choice to take this route tonight also only confirmed to you that he was grappling with internal thoughts. The last time he rode this fast was when your parents made you choose between them and him, slapping it in his face that he was and would never be welcomed in your family. 

To be honest, it frightened you. The speed at which he was riding was dangerous for both of you. Moreover, his bike was a YZF-R1, although street-legal, it was still a high-performance sport bike more suited for the track. It required agile and precise handling with its 1000cc engine. Yet, no other vehicle seemed more fitting for Sukuna than this. 

Whatever was on his mind, he didn’t care to let you know. You two didn’t really speak throughout the ride while you clung to him like a backpack, praying in your head that you two wouldn’t get into an accident. Thankfully enough, he did safely take you home as you arrived at your shared apartment at exactly midnight. 

“Please don’t ride like that again,” you muttered as he helped you out of his motorbike. “You could’ve gotten us killed.” 

His fingers then reached to unclasp your helmet, pulling it up to reveal your face. “Well, we’re still alive.” 

You looked at his face despite his best effort to avoid yours, standing centimeters apart while he switched off the engine. He didn’t return your gaze as though he was drowned by guilt. Should you speak at this? Or should you let him do it first? 

“Baby.” After a minute or so, it was your boyfriend who sighed and finally gave in, pulling you close and resting his forehead against yours. He kept his eyes closed even when he was cupping your cheeks. “You don’t have to do this.” 

Yes, you certainly shouldn’t. You didn’t have to do things unwillingly, but that wouldn’t change the fact that this on-going issue was putting a strain on your relationship and this would be your last shot at trying to salvage it. And you couldn’t have him looking for sensual gratification from anyone else other than you, so what other option did you have, really? 

“I want to do it.” 

“Not if you’re forcing yourself like this.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Who said I’m forcing myself?”

“Your face tells me you are,” replied he, staring at your face in defeat. “So, let’s not—”

“What, and let this issue haunt us over and over?” You smiled bitterly, shaking your head adamantly. “This has to be done. I need to experience it so I’ll finally understand.”

Understand what? His face almost spelled out those words, but he chose not to say anything of the sort and instead leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Alright. I’ll make it memorable.” 

— —

Easier said than done, of course. You kept overthinking about whether your performance would be satisfactory to him given that you didn’t have enough experience to learn anything at all, aside from the make out sessions that you did once in a blue moon. Around thirty minutes of your time was spent hyperanalyzing your situation in the shower, while the other half of it was spent doing a little more than your nightly routines. Since Sukuna liked powdery scents, you placed a good effort in applying lavender-scented oil and perfume on every inch of your body. You also shaved any unwanted hair, especially on all the intimate places you knew he would be seeing. And by the time you were done, you stepped out of the bathroom blooming like a fresh flower, wrapped in nothing but a thin towel that hugged your womanly figure. 

It didn’t feel right at all. It didn’t feel good knowing that you were preparing yourself like that, when these things should only happen on the first night after your wedding. It didn’t feel great that you were going to lose your virginity to a man who had not even proposed to you. This wasn’t even your honeymoon, but you had to pretend like it was. 

Did Sukuna feel the same? 

He wasn’t lying in bed when you walked out of the bathroom. Instead, he had just returned from outside—shirtless, wearing his favorite gray sweatpants, and holding a box of condoms and a tube of lube in his hand. It was clear he had made a quick visit to the convenience store nearby and got the essentials for your first night.

Immediately, he eyed your towel-wrapped body with restrained lust, clearing his throat as he walked towards the nightstand. “You look nice.” 

Really? Did he really have to make this more awkward than it already was? 

“Thank you,” was all you could softly reply. It was funny how he pretended to be busy placing the box and tube above the bedside table instead of lunging at you like a desperate man. But because you wanted to get this over with, you were the one who approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his waist, and touching the firmness of his abs. For someone who had zero experience, you were definitely trying hard enough and that should please him. “You have to help me out here, my love. Guide me.” 

When Sukuna turned around, your heart started racing. Of excitement? Maybe. Of anxiety? Perhaps. He made it better though when he finally caved in and looked straight into your eyes, tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear before lifting your chin with his hand. “You smell extra nice, too,” he added, leaning close enough that you could feel his warm breath fanning your face. 

You were feeling it now. The equal lust. The carnal desire. The feeling of his sweet kisses, which he made true as soon as he crashed his lips onto yours. His kisses usually ranged from tender to rough, but this time, it was an altogether different type of kiss. It was passionate and demonstrative, as if showing you exactly what he had been wanting to do to you the first time you got together. This must be the result of being celibate in over a year. He was clearly a man deprived of sexual pleasure, and you were responsible for it. You actually turned him into a monk. 

Now, he wasn’t holding anything back anymore. With his hand on your nape, he deepened the kiss to the point where you could feel his tongue exploring your mouth. You followed whatever he was doing like a good girl, like a very good girl, as he completely devoured your mouth with his. It didn’t take long for him to advance his kisses in other places too, being your jawline his next target, and then your neck as he feathered kisses around the soft flesh, leaving marks that would need a few days to be concealed. 

Because his arms were tight around your waist, yours were locked around his neck. Where else should you be putting them? What does the girl usually do in this situation? You tried not to think much of it and listened to your own body while your boyfriend was sucking the skin around your collarbone. At first, your hand traced his toned chest, then it moved southwards to feel his abs, and further down to his…

“Y-You’re hard.” Your eyes widened as you felt his growing erection behind the fabric of his sweatpants. It wasn’t your first time seeing his boner, but it was the first time you touched it with your own hand. It was the first time you had your palm stroking his length, swallowing hard as you realized just how hard and thick he was. 

“It wants to be inside you,” he whispered through your mouth, kissing you back again, “so bad, baby.” 

Gosh. Your knees felt weak and you two hadn’t even really started yet. How much more when he starts putting that thing of his inside you? You were breathing hard, trying to catch air as your boyfriend continued to lap his tongue with yours, guiding your hand to continue fondling his wood while it grew bigger the more stimulated it got. By letting you touch his hardened crotch together with his own, you realized that you had just unlocked a newfound fetish of yours. “D-Do you… do you think about doing it with me often?”

He bit your lower lip before pulling away, animalistic eyes sending you into an orbit of pleasure. “Do you mean if I touch myself to the thought of you a lot?” he teased, chuckling darkly at the obvious heat on your cheeks. You couldn’t help but feel excited at how vulgar he could be with his words. “I do jack off a lot, angel. And it’s always you in my mind.” 

You didn’t even have the time to melt from his words, because before you knew it, he was already peeling the towel off your body to reveal your completely naked figure. Obviously, your first reaction was to get shy—with your heated cheeks, your inability to look him in the eyes, your little efforts in covering your breasts and crotch, but he made sure to pull your hands away while keeping his eyes on you. “…Don’t stare.” 

Sukuna, however, didn’t listen. His dark eyes scanned every curve of your body, particularly around your chest area before he sighed and threw his head back. “Fuck,” he cussed under his breath. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t believe no other punk has seen you like this.” 

Your confidence grew little by little because of his praises. “But isn’t that a good thing?” 

“For sure.” He almost laughed at his own words, more so in disbelief, before he reached out to touch your bosom. “No one can touch you like this, either, baby.” 

“That’s—”

“Hmm?” Your boyfriend smirked at your reaction. While his other hand went to squeeze your breast, the other traveled to your bum, squeezing the cheek with equal fervor. “Can I have a taste of you, baby?”

He fondled your breasts with both hands now, massaging the rounded mass like they were his property. You had to admit to yourself that the feeling of being touched actually transcended your expectations. Or maybe it was only because of how erotic it was, but you couldn’t deny how turned on you were as his veiny, manly hands cupped your bosom. 

And as soon as you nodded and permitted him to ‘taste’ you, he took no time in gently pushing you down the mattress, allowing you to lay at a comfortable position under him and his wanton stare. Taste you? He was more like eating you, when he pinned you against the mattress and sucked the skin on your chest. At first, his tongue rolled along your cleavage, inching closer and closer to your right breast while he had his hand squeezing the left. Your body naturally gravitated towards him as you arched your back so he could have better access to your chest. Not only your chest, but also your crotch as he started grinding his clothed manhood in between your folds. 

“Mm…”

Sukuna’s mouth was on your breast now, suckling on your flesh and playing his tongue around your nipple. You couldn’t tell if it was pleasurable or painful because his tongue felt ticklish on your skin, but the suction definitely was an entirely different feeling. Both weren’t bad, anyway. They were just new to you. But even if they were foreign, you were curious and all the more interested, studying every little thing he was doing with your body and trying to make mental notes out of it. 

Maybe you should have watched porn. That way, you could have been more aware of the step-by-step process of having sex. Who knew there were steps to follow at all? You didn’t think that foreplay could draw this much delay in your session because all you thought was that he was going to insert his cock straight inside you as soon as he saw you naked. 

With all the touching, fondling, and kissing… what were you supposed to do? He was doing all the work here. 

“Baby,” you spoke softly, staring at the ceiling, “C-Can I… touch you?” 

Instead of pulling away, his mouth latched onto your left boob, giving it the same attention before moving south. “Not yet.” 

When he said that, you didn’t expect his hand to land on your crotch. Your heart was thumping at an irregular rhythm as you felt his fingers moving in circles around your bud, playing with your clit before spreading your folds apart. “Nghh—!” you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, eyes widening at the sound of your voice, but your boyfriend shushed you by placing a peck on your lips before spreading your legs into a V. 

“You’re so wet,” he said, pointing out the obvious as he positioned himself in between your legs, spreading your labia to reveal your entrance. Something about the situation made you increasingly self-conscious, but his undeniably hungry gaze kept you from covering your most sensitive area. It seemed like he was enjoying the sight of your pussy, especially with how wet and ‘untouched’ it was. “Your pussy’s so pretty, baby,” he mumbled, lowering his face closer to the area, “Can’t wait to put my dick inside it.” 

You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue in between your folds. No, you couldn’t even think straight after he started teasing your vagina, alternating between flicking his tongue around your bud to french kissing your entrance. His tongue was so deep in your cavern that you were raising your hips involuntarily, going insane from the pleasure it sent your body. Your hands even gripped the sheets and your back arched into a C as you held back from moaning like a wild animal. At some point, the slurping sounds and the feeling of his mouth kissing your vagina had your legs shaking. 

Though, you could ask yourself: what turned you on the most? Was it him actually eating your pussy or just the idea of him doing it? 

And just when you thought he was done, he replaced his mouth by inserting a finger inside your cunt, garnering a much louder whimper out of you. “B-Baby!”

“Does it hurt?” he asked, eyes locked with yours as he slowly moved his middle finger in and out. “It’s so tight.” 

“It hurts…” You nodded, feeling his finger moving in circles inside your cunt as though he was trying to get a feel of your walls, measuring the tightness and such. 

He kissed you for a good minute. “Relax, angel. Don’t clench too much.” 

Clench? You didn’t even know you were doing such a thing. “How to…?” 

“Just relax.” Sukuna placed a hand on your abdomen, pressing it down while he was inserting yet another finger inside of you. “This’ll help you prepare so it won’t hurt as much later.” 

Now, you were goddamn nervous. What did he mean it wouldn’t hurt as much? Because you were overthinking the pain of having him his actual cock inside of you. If you couldn’t even bear having his two fingers inside you, how much more with his clearly thick shaft? It was ridiculous to feel both anxious and yet aroused at the same time. Anxious, because you knew he could rip you open. Aroused, because his fingers were currently doing a great job at hitting your most sensitive spot. Whatever it was that he was reaching, it was certainly sending waves of ecstasy throughout your body. 

His fingers continued to move. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Around. When he pulled his digits out, he sucked the juices on them, tasting every drip of your essence from his fingers. “Sweet.”

Were you? You started to get curious at how he tasted, too. Sweet? Salty? Bitter? You seemed to be moving on autopilot when you pulled yourself up and sat in bed on your knees. “Your turn?” 

You asked the question as if you knew what you were doing, which was why Sukuna found it adorable and humorous at the same time. He did help you pull down the sweatpants that had been covering his erection for what felt like eternity, only to reveal a monstrous size that sprung out of the garment. 

Holy fuck was all you could say. 

He stood at the edge of the bed, a devilish smirk displayed on his saintly face as he saw the length of his cock compared to your face. You obviously hadn’t seen many cocks in your lifetime to be able to compare his size, but in your eyes, he was definitely big. He was girthy. He was lengthy. He was veiny. Meaty. 

“Wanna suck it for me, baby?” he encouraged, pumping his shaft while looking at you. Fuck. “Open your mouth.” 

You did as told, wrapping a hand at the base of his length while placing his tip on your mouth. You pressed your tongue flat on the surface of his tip, rolling your tongue around the head as if it were a lollipop. Was that what you were supposed to do?

“Eyes on me.” His voice deepened an octave. And it was also raspier. 

Why did he want you to look up at him? It was already embarrassing. 

“I said, eyes on me, angel.” He grabbed your chin and forced you to lock eyes with his darkened ones. Damn. No wonder girls were desperate to see him in his shop every single day. This was probably what they had been daydreaming about. “Suck my cock.” 

In your head, you became a slut. In reality, you were still a shy, inexperienced virgin who didn’t know what to do. You relied on his instructions and looked at his expressions to know if you were doing a good job and to see what he liked and didn’t like. He definitely liked it when you sucked the head, liked it even more when you started to let him go deeper in your mouth, and surely liked it a hell lot better when you gagged after his cock hit the back of your throat. But in spite of the string of saliva that left your mouth after gagging from his cock, his arousal only grew harder, this time holding your hair in his fist as he began thrusting his hip forward. You were bobbing your head at a rhythm that satisfied him, feeling the stretch on your scalp as he tightened his grip on your hair. 

“Tighten your mouth around it,” he instructed, fucking your mouth senselessly like hitting your throat was driving him nuts. Your eyes were already filling up with tears because of your urge to gag again, but you didn’t think it would be a good idea to stop now while he was just starting to pleasure himself. 

This was the first time in your life to give someone a blowjob, and you weren’t sure what to make of that experience. It personally didn’t give you pleasure, but you liked hearing his desperate moans. You liked hearing him curse and get vulgar with his words. You liked seeing him get rough. His taste, on the other hand, was somewhat a different experience. Since you were only sucking his flesh, it was a tad bit salty at first contact but didn’t taste anything much after tongue got used to the skin around his shaft. Perhaps his cum would have a stronger flavor, though it looked like he had no plans in releasing his load into your mouth as he pulled his member out. 

“Fuck it,” he grunted, gently pushing you back and spreading your legs wide open again, “I wanna feel your pussy so bad. Can I fuck you raw, babe?” 

All those condoms, and he wanted to have you raw? 

“But… I don’t wanna get pregnant.” 

His face was full of assurance, shaking his head and denying any chance of knocking you up. “You won’t be. I’ll pull out, I just… I have to feel you raw the first time. I have to.” 

“Okay…” 

You were nervous as hell. You had butterflies in your stomach, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat you couldn’t silence. You had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it was here, the reality of it was too overwhelming. Your mind yet again raced with a whirlwind of doubts and insecurities, and every nerve on your body seemed to be on high alert while you watched him getting occupied with rubbing his entire length with lube, ensuring a smooth entrance inside you. 

He was nervous too, right? You couldn’t be the only one. You couldn’t be. 

You just wanted everything to be perfect. To show him how much you cared. To feel that you were enough. But the thought was paralyzing. Tonight was more than just physical intimacy; it was a step forward in your relationship, a moment of connection you wanted so badly to cherish. This first intimate encounter should be filled with love, respect, and mutual understanding. 

But what if after this, he’d come to realize that you weren’t the one? What if he’d get disappointed and tell you that you weren’t worth it? What if he’d leave you for someone else who could pleasure him better? What if, after you had given yourself to him, no one else would ever appreciate you anymore? 

You wanted this, didn’t you? You wanted to feel the heat of his touch, the intensity of his gaze, the intimacy of your connection. You wanted to explore this uncharted territory with him, to dive headfirst into the unknown and discover what lay on the other side. But were you really ready for this? Did you truly want this? Would it be everything you had imagined, or would you regret losing your virginity to him?

The fear of inadequacy gnawed at your confidence as Sukuna positioned himself back in between you, his tip rubbing at your slit a couple times before he finally sunk it into your entrance. 

“Haaa—!” 

“Shh. It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay.”

“N-No, I—!”

It felt like your walls were being stretched so painfully, like your flesh was being torn open in the most agonizing way. This was not the kind of pain you pictured out when he put his member inside. Sukuna even tried to grab hold of your hips to keep you steady, but you were withdrawing your hips back, wanting nothing but for him to remove his cock. 

“It hurts… It hurts… please, stop. Please!” 

“Baby, I’m trying to be gentle—”

“I SAID STOP!” 

Both of your eyes widened at the same time, and that was the only time you two were ever in sync. He was clearly shocked by your outburst, while you yourself were surprised at how you raised your voice at him. Neither of you expected that situation. As a result, he did pull away and completely withdrew himself from you. 

Frustration was evident on his visage and he couldn’t even hide it anymore. “Fuck this,” he spat in exasperation, taking a deep breath as he reached to slip his sweatpants back on. “I knew it.” 

“No, I…” You swallowed. “It just… You kinda forced it, I wasn’t ready.” 

“I forced it, really? I forced you?” His laugh was out of complete disbelief. “I never forced you into anything, angel. I’ve asked you since the beginning if this is really what you want.” He took a pause, a very uncomfortable one, before he went on murmuring, “It was just my tip and you’re overreacting like this. I’m not even halfway in.”

His agitation had finally awakened you to your senses, realizing that you did end up doing what you were scared of doing. You ruined the moment. You were so caught up in your bubble of negative thoughts that you had once again failed to fulfill what you were supposed to do. No wonder he was aggravated, now sitting away from you and wearing his clothes as if telling you that he was done. Done being blue balled by his own girlfriend. Done expecting something he was never really bound to have. 

You reached out to touch his arm. “Baby, I’m sorry… I just got scared, but we can still—”

“Still do it?” he continued your sentence by ironically cutting you off, “No, the fuck, I won’t. I’m not in the mood anymore.” 

His reaction brought tears to your eyes, because the way he was acting stung your fragile heart. You didn’t mean to ruin anything. More importantly, you didn’t wish for everything to just turn out like this. “I-I’m sorry. Let me try again, please.” 

The weakness of your voice seemed to have softened him, becoming calmer and more composed after a few minutes of contemplation, but he still held his ground when he massaged his temple and sighed. “Let’s just not push it, Y/N.” He looked at your eyes, with hurt and rejection reflecting on them. “Even if you say you wanna do it, you think I can’t see it in your face that you’re not really into it? You’re never ready for me and maybe it’s my fault, maybe there’s something about me that you’re so scared of. Maybe it’s because you don’t feel secure with me, maybe you wanna save yourself for someone better, someone who can give you a brighter future—”

“That’s not true!” You shook your head desperately, your eyes blurring from the pool of tears while you clung to his arm. Where was all this coming from? It sounded like he had been harboring those feelings for so long. “That’s not true. What are you even saying?” 

“I don’t even know what I’m saying. I’m just…” Trying to give a reason why you won’t give it to me. That must be what he had wanted to say. “Look, I don’t wanna pressure you into this bullshit anymore. I don’t wanna make it look like I’m begging for your affection like this. Intimacy should happen normally for couples, and if we can’t have that, then we can’t. That’s it.” 

Why did he sound like he was giving up? 

You tried to keep your emotions at bay while listening to him battling with his internal thoughts. “I understand I disappointed you tonight, but…”

He was adamant at shaking his head, distancing himself from you by getting up from the bed. “No, you got nothin’ to apologize for. It’s your body and your choice. I’d never force you into anything.” 

Then… then…

“I just think it’s not the perfect time,” he continued, shooting you a glance before looking away. Each step he took added another crack on your fragile heart. “From now on, I’m never gonna initiate anything intimate nor will I expect anything from you, aight? I’m over it.”

Alone in your vulnerability, you could feel the cold air hugging your naked body as you watched him walk towards the door, leaving you in the dark both literally and figuratively. “Where a-are you going? Come on… Please.” 

He no longer cared to turn around. He no longer bothered to comfort you as he walked away, muttering, “Just gonna go for a ride. Don’t wait on me.” 

— —

Nearly three weeks had passed since that night and you would be lying if you said everything was okay. 

No, everything was not okay. You could feel the distance growing each day even when you two still did everything together. Your normal routines didn’t feel normal anymore because he was acting too detached ever since he told you that he wouldn’t initiate anything intimate ever again. And to be honest? It hurt. A whole fucking lot. Hearing your partner say that they would never wish to do anything intimate with you was probably the worst way to experience heartbreak. Because he was truthful with it, and he showed it very openly. 

Now, he’d lock the door whenever he would take showers. He’d spent most of his time outside riding his bike until midnight. He stopped texting you sweet messages while on tattoo shop duty. He seldomly joined you to eat breakfast and dinner together. His back would face you whenever you two slept in bed. His eyes avoided you even when you walked around in underwear. His hand wouldn’t touch you even when you were centimeters close to him. There were no kisses exchanged either, unless obliged to do so when leaving the house. No hugs. No hair-stroking, hand-holding sweetness ever shared. You were simply cohabiting in your shared apartment like strangers who had barely even said I love you’s. 

“Man, that’s rough,” remarked Suguru Getou, your cousin and the barista, as he tidied up the counter behind the elevated bar. Having just served his friend an Americano, he listened intently as you vented about your situation with Sukuna. “I’ll be honest with you, Y/N. It’s not looking good for you.”

You knew that. You just refused to acknowledge it. “I mean, all couples fight.” 

Suguru shook his head, however. “You two aren’t even fighting. Dude just gave up and started detaching himself from you. If that’s not a sign already, then I don’t know what is.” 

“What sign?” you asked, hiding the obvious worry in your voice. You need not be dense about his words, but you wanted to have some kind of hope to grasp on. 

“Sign that he’s falling out of love?” he continued. 

And somehow, his white-haired friend thought it would be okay to chime in. “More like a sign that the tool's not interested anymore and is about to dump her.”

Your face felt hot and in the most terrible way. “Sorry, what was your name again?” you asked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. You hadn’t expected the guy to suddenly chime in, considering he had been quietly typing on his laptop just moments before. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, so don’t go listening to somebody else’s business when you’re not part of the conversation.”

“Jeez,” said the albino guy, grinning at your cousin as if amused by your barrage of a response. “She’s a yapper, too. I thought she was supposed to be this sweet and innocent type, Suguru?”

“Not always.” Suguru chuckled at his friend before turning to you, apologetic eyes now attempting to soothe your nerves. “Sorry ‘bout that, Y/N. Satoru just likes to tease people. Don’t mind him.”  

You kept a straight face. “Well, then maybe tell your friend to keep his nose out of conversations he’s not invited to.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” Satoru gave you a playful salute before extending his hand towards you. “Look, I didn’t mean to overhear, but I actually sympathize with you. If it were me, I’d never do that to you, baby.”

Oh, God. You were so bad at this. Was he flirting with you or was he simply playful like this? 

Nevertheless, you rolled your eyes and ignored the hand he offered, essentially brushing off his advances. “I don’t need sympathy. All I’m here for is to talk to my cousin to try and have his advice on the matter,” you emphasized pointedly, making it clear to Satoru that he was the last person you wanted advice from. “I don’t need a stranger listening to my personal life.” 

“Doesn’t hurt to receive advice from another guy,” countered Satoru, shrugging. “Right, Suguru? I mean, we’re both guys. We can give you some insight into how men think.” 

You felt the urge to bury your face in your hands. It was clearly a mistake going there and putting yourself in that situation, and now having two guys aware of your sex life with your boyfriend. That alone was so wrong on many levels. But could it be helped? Suguru was your closest cousin, the only one who didn’t turn his back on you after you left your parents’ home. He was working at a cafe three blocks away from your flower shop and you happened to be delivering a batch of fresh floral decorations for their cafe. You obviously found it a good opportunity to open up to him about your struggling relationship and hoped he could offer some male perspective on Sukuna’s behavior. You just hadn’t anticipated his friend eavesdropping on the conversation the entire time.

Well, that should have been expected anyway, since only the three of you were in that cafe on a lazy Wednesday afternoon. 

“I don’t kiss and tell, by the way.” Satoru was beaming as he gave you that assurance and you couldn’t help but admit that the man had some charm in him. He was attractive, no doubt about it. He was also tall, toned, and seemingly well off based on the way he dressed. He had a casual yet preppy style, something you would normally see from guys who went to private school. 

“Do you work?” you asked out of sheer curiosity. “You don’t seem like the type.” 

“Oh, now she’s interested.” Satoru seemed to have found your sudden interest in him humorous. “I’m finishing my MBA, miss. Thank you for asking.”

“He’s a privileged rich kid with generational wealth and a family business,” Suguru remarked, playfully gesturing a cutting motion across his neck. “Definitely not your type, huh, Y/N?”

“Why, what’s her type?” The white-haired man looked intrigued, pulling his stool closer. He had that stupid grin on his face as though the topic just sparked his curiosity. “What’s her boyfriend like?”

Suguru, who wanted to play along, jokingly hummed in deep thought. “He’s got tattoos, likes to tattoo other people, is a college dropout, rides a big bike, smokes and drinks, listens to heavy metal, was probably a delinquent and a juvie alumni—”

“Excuse you, he’s never been in a juvenile detention center,” you defended your man, feeling like your cousin’s categorization of Sukuna was becoming a little too derogatory and you had to correct him for that, “and he’s a good man. He’s sweet and caring, he’s passionate, and he loves me sincerely.” 

“Sincerely, not?” Satoru quipped, earning your glare in return. He immediately raised his hands in surrender. “I'm just joking. If you believe he’s all that, that’s your choice. I don’t judge booktok girls who romanticize typical bad boys.”

You rolled your eyes at his audacity. Each word that left his mouth seemed to stoke the flames of your irritation. “You’re so offensive, I’ll have you know that.” 

The white-haired guy smugly took a sip from his coffee. “At least I don’t make girls feel guilty for not having sex with me.” 

“Oooh.” Suguru was clearly enjoying the show, unaware that you were one step closer from smacking his friend across the face. “Touché. He kinda has a point, Y/N.” 

“Be serious,” you warned. 

To which he agreed to. “Okay, I am being serious now,” he said, abandoning his playful stance to lean in on a more solemn posture against the counter, “If you think Sukuna makes you feel guilty for not doing it with him, then shouldn’t that speak for the kind of relationship you two have? He wants something you can’t give. His reaction tells you everything you need to know about him.” 

You tried to absorb his words with a better understanding and without any bias. “Isn’t his reaction normal? He’s a man, too. I understand his needs and I made him feel somewhat rejected.”

“It’s all about respect, Y/N,” answered Suguru, “If he’s a decent man, he wouldn’t make you feel that way. No mixed signals, no guilt tripping, no nothing. If you can’t do it, then don’t.” 

“So, you’re saying you wouldn’t feel the same if your girlfriend keeps rejecting sex with you?” 

Suguru smirked. “I never said I’m a decent man, either. All I’m saying is if what you want isn’t exactly aligned to what he wants, then maybe it’s best you break it off with him because this shit won’t get you anywhere, Y/N. Trust me. He’s gonna dump you before you know it. I mean, it’s one thing to pretend he’s all fine with it, and it’s another to distance himself from you like he’s silently protesting.” 

“Yeah, that’s true,” Satoru joined in once again. “It’s impossible for a guy like that to be in a relationship for so long and not have any pussy. We think of sex 24/7, some of us are just better at restraining ourselves than others. He’s putting up with it now, but it’s only a matter of time he gets sick and tired of waiting. You do realize he can get any girl he wants, anytime he wants, right?” 

Although you were still uncomfortable at Satoru casually chiming in on the conversation, it was true when they said they could give you the exact male perspective you needed to hear. This allowed you to go deeper into Sukuna’s psyche and understand why he was acting that way. You just didn’t know how to save the connection you have with your boyfriend when both your cousin and his friend were describing all the red flags on Sukuna’s behavior. 

“I don’t know,” you spoke in a tone of defeat. “I kinda understand where he’s coming from, so I can’t just leave him for it. I love him.”

Satoru looked at your cousin like you couldn’t be saved. “She’s in too deep.” 

“Yeah, gaslighted as fuck.” Suguru was shaking his head in disappointment. 

The taller man chuckled and brought up a ridiculous offer to lighten the situation up. “Honestly, Y/N. I know we just met and all, but if you ever need someone to teach you how to do good in bed, just hit me up. He’ll never know.” 

“Shut up,” you shot back at Satoru, eyes rolling at his remark. 

“You’re out here feeling bad for that guy when he could be fucking his clients at the tattoo shop.”

You argued. “No, he’s not—”

“Are you sure he isn’t?” 

It wasn’t Suguru nor Satoru who posed that question; it was Yuki Tsukumo, the café’s manager and Suguru's respected senior. She was in a relationship with one of your boyfriend’s stepbrothers, Choso, and was also a fellow biker, which allowed her to cross paths with Sukuna in their community. Despite this connection, she was never particularly close to him. In fact, Yuki didn’t personally get along with Sukuna and she was very vocal about it. She was, however, a regular client of yours and ordered floral arrangements from your shop on a weekly basis.

It had been awhile since you last saw her, and didn’t expect that the first greeting you would give her was a question. “Yuki, what do you mean?” 

Great. Now, three people know about your relationship quagmires. 

She was placing her helmet at the counter and sitting on a stool before answering you, “I really think you should talk to him about it, Y/N.” 

No, no. Why did you suddenly feel a pang of anxiety out of nowhere? Something about the sympathy in Yuki’s eyes felt unsettling, and it sent a wave of fear through you. She definitely knew something. What was Sukuna doing behind your back?

“Can you please just tell me?” 

Her gaze studied your face intently, as if deliberating on the right thing to do. “Well... I spotted him riding with a girl the other night. Initially, I thought it might be you, but last night, I saw them together again. I recognized her... because it was his ex. I think he’s been giving her rides home lately.” 

Amidst the quiet of the room, your heart felt like it was breaking in two. The sudden revelation sent you into an abyss of pain.

“You might wanna visit his tattoo shop later.” Yuki encouraged me with a comforting smile. “It may be best to confront him about it.”

— —

Sukuna wasn’t sure how to act around you anymore. It wasn’t like he was purposely avoiding you, but he just didn’t feel comfortable acting like everything was fine and dandy. Because if he was damn honest, the sexual frustration was fucking with his head. So much so to the point where he started questioning himself if he should still put up with a relationship like this. 

First of all, there were pros and cons involved. He had to consider that it was a special connection filled with special memories, too. 

If he was talking about the pros, he knew he would have a loving lifetime partner with you. You were beautiful, kind, and pure. You inspired him and motivated him to be better. You were unmaterialistic and happy with the littlest things. You gave his dominant side the urge to be a better man, like he was made to protect and provide for you. You became his muse; a blank canvas that was all for him to paint on. A canvas that no one had ever touched. Or, in your world, a white lily that was associated with chastity and virtue. 

But then, there were also cons, and the foremost of it being you were too conservative for your own good. You grew up in a strict environment with uptight parents who wanted to control your life. He could never voice it out, but he really hated that you were square like your parents sometimes. You were too traditional and afraid to explore new experiences, oftentimes policing him for living his life as free as he wanted it to be. The ‘opposites attract’ thing did seem to work in your relationship at first, with your differences being exciting for each other, but as time went by, it became clearer to him that you two were too different to actually be in sync together. 

Hence why your relationship became rigid and suffocating, forcing him to take a breather by distancing himself from you for some time. He did this for your benefit, because he had to clear his head before risking losing you for good. He didn’t want to jeopardize a relationship that he knew meant the world to him. Perhaps this was just a phase, a challenging period following the honeymoon phase, where all your differences seemed to become more pronounced.

But to repeatedly make him look forward to sharing intimacy with you, only for you to back out at the very last minute? Man, was that so frustrating. 

It didn’t help that it was destiny itself that seemed to be stirring the pot. Because while you two were going through a rough time in your relationship, the irony presented itself outside of Sukuna’s tattoo shop late at night just as he was about to close. 

“Ryo?” A tall woman with athletic build, long dark hair, and beautiful doe eyes came into view with a wide smile on her face. 

His ex-girlfriend of three years. 

Sukuna held the door for her albeit the confusion in his eyes. “Yorozu?” 

The only difference he noticed was that she had become a lot sexier, with the curves on her body more womanly than ever. It was obvious that she was active in the gym to achieve such a fit physique. But other than that, her facial features were the same. Her heart eyes still shone bright at the mere sight of him, as if they carried stars and galaxies. 

“I think I came too late,” said Yorozu, smiling in disappointment, “I should probably just return tomorrow.” 

“No, you’re good.” Sukuna insisted on letting her enter his shop, closing the door as soon as she was inside. “What brought you here?” 

She stood confidently in front him, wearing nothing but a blank tank top and some loose white pants. “Funny story ‘cause I actually just moved to this city recently and I just found out you had a shop in this area.” 

Oh? That was interesting, indeed. Sukuna wondered how she even found his shop in that case, while he was leading her to the tattoo chair. “Are you here to get a tattoo or?” 

“Yeah, yeah I am.” She was sprinkling some charm in her grin. He knew her too well. “I think it’s amazing that I’m gonna get it from you again.”

While Yorozu was talking to him, he couldn’t help but ask: was it wrong for him to be in the same vicinity as his ex? Considering how jealous you could get, this was definitely wrong in your eyes. But as he wasn’t doing anything sketchy, he figured there was nothing wrong about what he was doing. Yorozu was technically a client and he couldn’t deny her his services since she was basically a friend of his, too. So, was he breaking any code here? 

“Well, only if you have time now, of course,” she added out of consideration, “It’s kinda late so I can always come back.” 

Sukuna shook his head and headed to get his book of tattoo art samples. “It’s fine. I got clients lined up all day tomorrow, so,” he said, placing the book on her lap, “You wanna check that or do you have a design in mind already?” 

Yorozu’s eyes fell on the tattoos marking Sukuna’s body, her gaze landing on every familiar inch as though she had seen them all the time before. It was true. She had seen more of him, actually. She had done more with his body, too. “I kinda wanna get a sleeve, but I want you to choose the design for me.” 

A tattoo sleeve? Damn. It was something he would never in a million years see from you, but for Yorozu, it was totally normal. She was as obsessed with ink as he was. And although she’s had a couple of tattoos in her body already, which were done by him, it would be her first time to get a full sleeve. 

“I get to choose, really?” Sukuna chuckled lightly. If he were to think of Yorozu’s traits, she was definitely a classic red rose. A seductress, alluring woman was how he saw her and the said flower would be a true-to-life representation of her personality. She was passionate when it came to loving someone, and was completely devoted to him back when they were together. The only reason they broke up was because they were too similar, as if she was his counterpart, and he saw fit to leave a relationship where they both constantly battled for dominance. Yorozu could get too aggressive on loving someone and he didn’t particularly like that. He made her understand why they weren’t working as a couple, and it took her some time, but she eventually accepted his decision. Now, you could say, they were somehow on good terms. “Alright, I’ll do your sleeve, but I’ll keep the design as a surprise.” 

Her eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought. “I’d love that!” 

“Since you want a sleeve, we’re gonna do some stencil application today.” Sukuna didn’t waste any more time in getting ready with his equipment, biting on the glove while wearing the other on his hand. “It’ll take fifteen to twenty hours to complete a sleeve, and each session could last two to six hours depending on your pain tolerance. My schedule’s actually full all day until next week, but you can come around the same time every night so I can finish yours.” 

“Yeah, I’m absolutely fine with that,” she enthused. For some reason, Yorozu was happy with the idea. The idea of coming to visit Sukuna every night in his shop. The idea that they get to be alone. The idea that they would be able to reconnect just like old times. Those were the things that Sukuna assumed was going through her head. 

And as he did start with his ‘client’, it was probably best to admit that the sexual tension was high. The room felt stuffy as the both of them remained there until midnight, with her sitting on the tattoo chair, and him doing her tattoo to her left. His eyes were intently focused on the intricate patterns he was doing on her arm, but also couldn’t avoid seeing the contours of her breasts since she was wearing such a thin tank top. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen them before. He’d seen every part of her body from her neck down to her toes. He’d put her in every position from missionary to doggy. Goddamn, he could even remember how warm she felt around his cock. Didn’t she like it when he came inside her? Or when he made her swallow every drop of his seed? 

Sukuna cleared his throat, shaking his vulgar thoughts away as he continued with Yorozu’s arm. He may not be cheating, but thinking back on those intimate experiences with someone else other than his girlfriend was definitely not morally right either. But what sexual experience could he reminisce about with you? That ridiculously embarrassing night you two had shouldn’t even be counted since he was trying so hard to forget about it. 

He cleared his throat. Again. For the third time. “What, uh, what’ve you been up to?” 

Yorozu, who had no clue about his thoughts, turned her face to look at him happily. “Not much, actually. The bar I worked at closed down, but I got myself a new job in this club as a full time hostess and part-time promoter. You should come by. Drinks on me.” 

By not exactly accepting or refusing, Sukuna decided to just smile it off. “That’s why you moved to this city?” 

“Yeah, I mean… obviously, the rent here is higher, but it’s closer to my job. I get paid decently, too.” 

“That’s nice.” He was just trying to make small talk at this point. “Do you know your way ‘round here? How are you gonna get home?” 

She considered her options. “Probably a bus or something?” 

Sukuna paused, contemplating the situation. “There's no bus here at midnight,” he remarked, concerned for the girl who would have to navigate her way home alone at such a late hour. She was new to the area and clearly still adjusting to the commuter lifestyle. Unlike her, he had a vehicle that could safely transport her home. There would be no harm in offering, right? “Look, I have a bike and I usually take midnight rides, anyway. I can drop you off on my way home.”

“Really?” Her voice echoed excitement in them. “I’d appreciate it, Ryo. Thanks so much.” 

Life was ironic, truly. He didn’t see this situation coming because he never expected that he would even come across Yorozu ever again. They didn’t have any contact prior, but he still saw her on social media whenever he (on very rare occasions) decided to check his accounts. He never had her blocked, either, which was why you knew about Yorozu after snooping through his phone and reading through some of his old messages with her. Sukuna used to tell you not to worry about her, and that she was just his ex, and that she had nothing on you—which were all true, of course, but it was funny to him now that the woman his girlfriend was most threatened by was back in his life. 

And she was riding at the backseat of his motorbike, her arms latching at nothing else but around his torso. She was seated at the seat reserved for you, wearing the helmet that was bought for you, and holding onto a man that was rightfully yours. It all didn’t feel right. 

But because Yorozu delighted in his habit of speeding on the highway, he had somehow forgotten about the guilt that was forming in his heart. 

**

“You still have your ex’s Instagram?” Your questioning eyes met his defensive ones as he joined you in the living room, finding his space on the couch next to you. “I read your dms. Why haven’t you blocked her?” 

Sukuna’s breath remained steady. “Only toxic people do that shit.” 

“But I’m not comfortable with it!” you nagged, letting him snatch his phone from your grasp. 

“Do you see me talking to her still?” he asked, trying to be as patient as he could be, “Baby, I don’t even talk to her. I don’t think she’s active there, either.” 

You crossed your arms. “Then, block her?” 

“You’re being ridiculous.” 

“I’m being fair. You shouldn’t be keeping tabs with an ex.” 

“What are you—” Sukuna decided to cut his own sentence after realizing that the argument was plain stupid. “You know what, I’ll just delete my insta.” 

**

“How many times do you two do it?” you asked out of nowhere, sitting at the waiting area while he was closing his shop. “Your ex. How often do you have sex with her?” 

What kind of trap were you setting now? If he told you an honest answer, you would get mad. If he lied or even sugar coated it, you would also get mad. 

“Does it matter? Why do you keep asking questions about her and then get upset with me?” Sukuna’s frustration resonated in his sigh as he tidied the space where he tattooed his client a few minutes ago. “She’s an ex for a reason, so get over it.”

He was starting to get annoyed by your never-ending questions about his past experiences, but he knew you were simply coming from a place of no experience. You probably wanted to know what he liked in bed, what pleased him the most, what kept him from wanting more. Was that too much? No. Were you overdoing this entire thing? A little bit. 

“Why are you defensive?” you asked softly, still sitting on the couch as you watched him avoid your eyes. “You make me feel so insecure every time.” 

He scoffed, shaking his head as he turned around. “I don’t know, baby. If you’re feeling insecure, then do something about it.” 

**

“Thanks so much for the ride, Ryo.” 

Yorozu stood by her door, returning the helmet back to him while she kept her eyes locked on his. Her gaze was inviting, tempting him to give in and submit to his carnal desires. Any man would read her intentions the same way; Yorozu stared at him like that because she wanted to invite him to her place. She wanted him to spend the night and do unforgivable things. To remember the passionate exchange they once shared. 

But Sukuna wasn’t like that. No, he wasn’t a cheater. “I, uh, gotta get going.” 

“Oh…” Disappointment clouded Yorozu’s face. “Okay, then.” 

“See you tomorrow?” 

“...Alright.” 

“Okay.” 

“Wait!” Yorozu pulled his arm just as he was heading back to his motorbike. The sudden closeness in their proximity made his heart race fast. He knew what was coming. “I missed you, Ryo.” 

He knew what she was about to do next. 

And holy fuck did he guess right, as he was taken aback when Yorozu suddenly leaned in to press her lips onto his. Her soft, cherry lips moved desperately to taste his sweet kisses. 

But he didn’t return it. Instead, he immediately pushed her away. “Yorozu,” he spoke softly, “I have a girlfriend.” 

“You do?” She didn’t need to hide it. He could see the heartbreak on her face. 

“Yeah,” Sukuna confirmed, maintaining a more appropriate distance now. “We’ve been together for some time, and I live with her.”

Yorozu tried to maintain her facade of indifference, making it appear as though she was unfazed by his revelation. “That’s... That’s cool,” she said, “I’m sorry for, uh, the kiss.”

Sukuna nodded, “It’s fine. I should’ve told you sooner.”

“You’re alright,” she reassured him, “It's totally my fault. I hope she won’t be upset with you or something.”

Sukuna had no plans to tell you, knowing well the additional turmoil it would bring to your already strained relationship. However, he realized the importance of clarity in his intentions and the need to set boundaries. “We’re just friends. We’ll keep things civil. I’ll finish your tattoo in a couple more sessions, and then we’re done. Sounds fair?”

Yorozu nodded her head with a reluctant smile. “Fair enough.” 

— —

5 more days. Her sleeve required five more sessions, and days went by too fast for him to count. He had busied himself with his clients, while you had busied yourself with yours. He couldn’t even spend time with you because his shop took a chunk of his time from him, and even at home, things had become too awkward ever since your unspoken night. 

So, in some ways, Yorozu became his routine. She visited his shop for the past four nights and he had taken her home afterwards. She was in absolute love with her rose sleeve and they weren’t even complete yet. He still owed her one last session and told himself that it should also be the last time she should be around him. It wasn’t right and he didn’t want to create another source of argument with you. 

And in truth, he certainly felt a little guilty for spending more time with his ex than his own girlfriend. But did he purposely do it? No, it was fate that brought her to his door about a week ago. 

In spite of his stubbornness to admit his wrongdoing, he still ended up stopping by the flower market to get you a nice bouquet of white lilies. He knew you could make a prettier bouquet than that, but he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to surprise you with flowers that didn’t exactly come from you. Besides, he had some making up to do. 

Later that night, when he returned to your shared home, he found you sitting at the couch seemingly waiting for him to come home. The lights were dimmed and the television was turned off. For some reason, you were wearing outside clothes and had a somber expression on your face, too. That alone caused the loud thumping of his heart. 

“Hey,” he greeted, nonetheless, sitting next to you on the couch and kissing your cheek. “Everything okay, baby?” 

Your eyes carried sadness in them as you looked at him and searched for answers you couldn’t find. “Where were you?” 

Sukuna handed the bouquet over. “Got you flowers.” 

You didn’t accept them. Instead, every second seemed to torture you. “Where were you before that?” 

“In the shop…?” He didn’t know where to start, but he was definitely scared. “Why? Sorry I’ve been busy lately. I’ll make it up to you, angel.” 

“You close your shop at nine,” you pointed out, voice breaking in the middle of your sentence. “Why do you always come home at two in the morning?” 

Fuck. Fuck! What should he say? Should he make an excuse for it? Should he say he’d been checking on Yuuji after his shifts? Should he say he’d been riding to other cities to clear his mind? He didn’t fucking know what to say, especially not when you were clearly on the verge of bursting out. 

“Answer me!” you cried, finally releasing the bottle out in the open. The tears that welled in your eyes now streamed ceaselessly down your face. “You’re an asshole. I-I hate you! I fucking… you think I don’t know? You think I’m too stupid to know?!”

Sukuna calmly received the fists you had swung on his chest as he tried to grab ahold of your arms. “Baby, I’ll explain everything.” 

“No, damn y-you!” The tremor in your voice squeezed his heart in the most painful way because he hated seeing you breaking down in front of him and over him. This wasn’t the first time he had made you cry, but this was the first time he had seen you actually sob like this. “I-I gave myself to you! I left my p-parents for you! And this is what you do to me? You’re cheating on me with your ex?!” 

He was desperate to hold you, hug you, cage you in his arms. He wanted to take your pain away. Wipe your tears away. However, you didn’t allow him to touch even a strand on your hair as you kept on pushing him off. Sukuna felt like he was going to lose his mind. “Baby, listen to me please. It’s really not what you think—”

“I don’t care!” you spat, moving away to wipe the tears off your face. “I don’t fucking care! You sleeping with her or not doesn’t change a thing. Don’t you get it? I’ll never be enough for you!” Despite your loud voice, the cracks in her facade only revealed your longing for validation and acceptance, etching into every tear-stained moment you two had shared over the course of your relationship. He watched you, paralyzed by the sight of you breaking down, as you grabbed a luggage you had been hiding behind the couch as if you were ready to leave. “I’ll never be the person you want me to be and staying with you will always remind me of it!” 

“No, no, no… Let’s talk.” Sukuna had to suppress his own tears while he tried to reach out for you. “Baby, please. I don’t feel anything for her, or anyone. It’s just you. You are enough for me, baby. I’m sorry, please.” 

You, on the other hand, were adamant at your decision. “I can’t stand what you’re doing to me anymore. I don’t like how you make me feel about myself. I hate how you make me question my own choices!” Tears continued to flow, and your voice wavered, transitioning from anger to a more subdued, pained tone. “I hate… I hate that I love you so much, that I lost all my backbone just to make you happy.” 

“You don’t need to.” He was feeling more and more miserable now, his heart sore from all the emotions he had seen from you. “Y/N, you don’t need to. I’m sorry, I love you. I love you so fucking much.”  

…

…

…

“It’s over, Sukuna,” were the last words he could recall hearing before passing out drunk in his bed that afternoon. “We’re done.”

— —

It was your first heartbreak. Your first actual relationship. Your first everything. Surely, people shouldn’t expect you to move on easily, especially not when the subject of your heartache worked across the street from you. 

You were a mess. You had cried enough tears after you moved out of his apartment that night, screamed your heart out as you suffered from the pain of loneliness once more. You couldn’t even bear the thought of returning to your parents and hearing them say they told you so, because loving Sukuna was a choice you thought was good for you. 

In the end, he was just a poison without any antidote. A toxin without remedy. The most effective solution was to sever all ties to prevent further contamination.

But strangely enough, you hadn’t seen him in his shop ever since that night, either. The tattoo parlor remained closed for more than two weeks without any notice. While a small part of you worried for him, a bigger part of you cared for yourself. He no longer held any importance to your life, and you should let it remain that way. 

What you should focus on, instead, was living your life without any trace of him. A life of independence, away from the toxicity of a manipulative man who constantly made you doubt yourself and what you offered. As they say, you have to learn to love yourself first before you can fully learn to love others. 

And in your journey of knowing the truth of that saying, a certain white-haired man entered your floral shop on a somber Friday afternoon just as you were arranging preordered bouquets for multiple customers to pick up. 

“Hey,” you greeted the man, surprised at his sudden appearance at your shop. 

Satoru grinned as he approached you closer. “I’m here to pick up two bouquets.”

“Oh, it was your order?” Your eyes widened. Silly you. Of course, Suguru would order on his friend’s behalf. He wouldn’t even get his girlfriend some flowers, let alone his mother. So this being Satoru’s order made much more sense. “Okay, you got a bouquet of blush peonies and another bouquet of pink tulips, am I correct?”

He smiled handsomely, displaying his set of perfect white teeth while listening to you talk. “Correct.” 

“For your mom?” you asked before you made your way to pick up the bouquets, handing them to him carefully. 

His response came with a soft, affirmative hum. “Mhm. One for her,” he said, taking only the bouquet of tulips, “The other is for you.” 

Oh, no, no, definitely no. You had seen this before and it didn’t go well. 

“That’s lovely, but…” You offered a smile. “I’m not taking those peonies.” 

Satoru acted innocent, his vibrant blue eyes coruscating under the ambient lights. “But it’s mother’s day.” 

You playfully shook your head. “I’m not even a mother.”

“Yes, you are,” he went on teasing, “the mother of my future kids. I like to think in advance, you know.” 

Honestly? This man started off with a bad impression on you, but he wasn’t actually so bad. He was an easygoing, happy-go-lucky person who carried positive energy around him. That, and he was decent, too. He was the type of guy your parents would have surely approved of. He was a degree holder like you, even pursuing graduate studies to run a business that was already generating an income that you could only imagine of getting. He was set for life with no uncertainty with what he wanted for his future. 

“Satoru?”

He met your gaze. “Yeah?”

“About your offer last time,” you recalled, recalling his earlier jest about teaching you some things in bed, “I think I'd like to take you up on that.”

[arievir]

— ex-husband! gojo x reader [2]

read part 1 here

read part 3 here

cw: angst, co-parenting, hospitalisation, mentions of car accidents, hurt, comfort, brief fluff

a/n: thank you sm for the love you guys gave part 1. i was pleasantly surprised to see it doing SO WELL especially considering it’s my first piece of work on here. hopefully part 2 is just as good! this may or may not have turned much longer than i initially anticipated but it is what it is.

i decided to make a part 3 which will (hopefully) be the final part, due to part 2 being quite long. i never really established a tag list for this fic, but if you want to be tagged, then just let me know!

ex-husband! gojo who had lived the last three years in regret, consumed by the memories of your laughter and love that once filled his days.

ex-husband! gojo who found himself lost in thoughts of you at the most unexpected moments, a stray scent or a familiar melody triggering a flood of bittersweet memories. each recollection was a reminder of the happiness he once knew, now tinged with the regret of its loss.

ex-husband! gojo who had convinced himself that he could live with the ache in his heart, that he could bear the weight of his mistakes and the consequences of his actions. but when a message about sayuri's injury flashed across his screen, all semblance of composure was shattered, replaced by an overwhelming sense of panic and guilt.

ex-husband! gojo who rushed to the hospital as soon as he received that text from you about sayuri being hospitalised, his heart pounding with worry. the text message had been brief and cryptic, but the tone in your words was enough to send a wave of panic through him. he fumbled with his keys, heart racing as he raced to the car.

ex-husband! gojo who drove as fast as he could, his mind filled with thoughts of sayuri and you. the guilt and regret of the past three years weighing heavily on him as he replayed memories of your time together, the happy moments overshadowed by the pain of separation. his knuckles turned white from gripping the steering wheel, desperate to reach the hospital to be by your side.

ex-husband! gojo who finally arrived at the hospital, his heart in his throat as he rushed through the doors. the harsh fluorescent lights and sterile smell of the hospital threatening to suffocate him as he frantically searched for the emergency room.

ex-husband! gojo who arrived at the emergency room as quick as he could, and was taken aback to see his own mother shouting profanities at you and questioning your ability as a mother. you were holding back tears as you endured his mother's verbal attacks, remaining calm and composed.

ex-husband! gojo whose heart broke at the sight of you desperately holding back your tears and keeping your head low. he was saddened to see you refuse to defend yourself against the wrath of his mother, choosing to prioritize sayuri’s well-being above all else.

ex-husband! gojo who stood firmly by your side as his own mother points fingers at you, blaming you for sayuri’s condition. the tension in the hospital room is thick, but satoru’s resolve is unwavering as he defends you against his mother's accusations.

“if only she had been a better parent, this wouldn’t have happened! can’t you see that, satoru?!” his mother’s words cut through the air like a knife, her tone filled with accusation. “that woman is incapable of taking care of my grandchild properly. how could she let this happ—”

“mum. stop. this isn’t the time for this. y/n’s a good parent, what happened was simply just an accident.” he said, his patience running thin by the minute.

but his mother, stubborn and relentless, continues to push the blame onto you. "how can you defend the woman that broke your heart!? she divorced you without a second thought!" she spits out, her words laced with venom. “she’s the reason why your family fell apart! stop making excuses for her just because you’re blinded by affection!”

ex-husband! gojo who sends you a look of pity, feeling absolutely horrible for how his mum’s been treating you ever since the divorce. you could feel a lump forming in your throat as you heard her harsh words. the same woman that you had been calling ‘mum’ for the duration of your marriage with satoru was now hurling insults at you, questioning your worth as a parent and disregarding all the love and care you had given to your own daughter. and on top of all that, your ex mother-in-law just had to bring up the divorce between the two of you.

and yet, despite all that, ex-husband! gojo still stood by your side, through and through. “mum, i’m not gonna stand here and listen to you belittle y/n. she may not be my wife anymore, but she will always be the mother of my child. i know that she’s an amazing mother, and she does not deserve an ounce of what you said to her. if you can’t be civil around her, then i need you to leave for the time being.”

ex-husband! gojo who, despite the lingering pain of the past, stood up to his mother and defended you, guiding her out of the hospital room when she couldn't be civil.

ex-husband! gojo who turns around so he was facing you once more, his expression softening as he took in your tired and worried demeanor. "i’m so sorry you had to go through that,”

ex-husband! gojo who felt the weight of your gaze as you met his eyes, a coldness creeping into your tone. "i don’t need your pity, satoru," you said firmly, your words laced with a hint of bitterness.

ex-husband! gojo who was taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor, the warmth he had tried to offer met with cool detachment. he knew there was still pain and hurt lingering between you, but in this moment, all he wanted was to support you through the ordeal with sayuri’s injury.

ex-husband! gojo who tries to hide the pain in his eyes as the doctor arrives to discuss sayuri’s injury from the car accident. he listens intently, his jaw clenched as the severity of her condition is explained, his heart heavy with worry. despite his efforts to remain composed, a flicker of sadness flashes across his face before he quickly composes himself.

ex-husband! gojo who remains steadfast beside you as the doctor leaves, leaving you both alone in the stark hospital room. the silence between you is heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable as you both grapple with the reality of the situation.

ex-husband! gojo who eventually decided to get some food to try and bring a sense of normalcy to the situation. he remembered your favorite dish and went out to a nearby restaurant to pick it up, hoping that it would bring you some comfort in the midst of the chaos.

ex-husband! gojo who held the bag of your favorite food tight in his hand, the aroma filling the car as he drove back to the hospital. despite the distraction of the delicious scent, his mind kept drifting back to you and the tense situation in the hospital room.

ex-husband! gojo who felt a lump form in his throat as he pushed open the emergency room door, only to be greeted by the sight of you sitting alone, tears streaming down your cheeks in silent agony. the sight pierced through his defenses, shattering the facade of strength he had struggled so hard to maintain. in all the time he had known you, you were always the one who held back tears, who stood tall even in the face of adversity. and yet, here you were, vulnerable and raw, your pain exposed for him to see.

ex-husband! gojo who immediately pulls you into a tight embrace, offering you a shoulder to lean on and murmuring words of comfort as you both struggle to hold back their emotions. “d-don’t leave…” you whispered, your voice almost cracking as you sobbed into his chest.

ex-husband! gojo who held you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as you trembled with suppressed sobs. "y/n,” he whispered softly, his voice a gentle caress against your ear. "shhh… i’m here. i’m not going anywhere. you don't have to face this alone."

"i-i just can't... i c-can’t do this… i can't lose her, satoru," you whispered, your voice filled with fear and vulnerability.

ex-husband! gojo who felt your body shudder with each choked breath, the weight of the situation pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. "i know it's overwhelming," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "but we'll get through this together. you won’t lose her. i’ll make sure of it… i promise."

ex-husband! gojo who presses a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment too long, a gentle gesture filled with unspoken understanding and empathy. in that brief touch, there is a silent promise to stand by your side through whatever challenges come your way.

ex-husband! gojo who leans his head against yours, his touch a gentle reminder of his unwavering support. despite the past hurts and uncertainties, all that matters is being there for you in your time of need. for even divorce could not diminish the love he still carries in his heart for you.

© MISSUKIYO | do not repost, copy, translate, or alter my work

[arievir]

First things first. I love your writings. Especially the ex-husband ones❤

Two I hope you don't mind me requesting a ex-husband geto?

-🌼

Ex husband Geto

A/N: Ohhh you ATE with this idea I’m getting butterflies just thinking about it 😫 Happy late valentines my loves!! 🫶🏽💗

Ex husband Geto is a terrifying blend of ex husband Gojo and Nanami’s worst traits. He is extremely unhinged like his white haired best friend but good at playing nice guy like Nanami.

He’s ‘respectful’. Always paying a sum of money to spend on yourself as well as child support, always bringing chocolates when visiting, always insisting to stay over and help out with your daughter when you’re on your period (he knows your cycle because he refuses to log out of your Flo partners account from back when you were married hehe), and he does it all with a small smile on his face.

He loves his precious baby daughter so much! She inherited his dark hair but your enchanting eyes and smile. His eyes soften at the way she giggles just like you when he presses kisses to her rosy cheeks. His little girl loves playing with her dad’s long black hair. He was born to be a girl dad.

However Geto still struggles with boundaries. You try to shake it off when his fingers touch your waist or when he ‘accidentally’ still calls you sweetheart. “sorry bad habits” he dry chuckles. He’s admitted he’s struggling to get over his feelings for you so you try to be nice about it.

But what you can’t shake off is the way he always happens to know where you are, or he always happens to turn up just before a date, or the way he always whispers a question to your daughter when you leave the room.

Geto’s fixation with you definitely makes his own mental wellbeing spiral, but this man is self aware, this man knows the effect you have on him since the day you left.

So if you ever had the audacity to break his heart and see another man behind his back, it’s over for you.

You’ll be confused when you hear the doorbell ring at 11 in the night. Once you spot the familiar black Bugatti, you open the door, “Geto? The kids are at my moms so-“

“And why’s that y/n?” he cuts you off, his chilling voice suddenly calling you by your actual name rather than sweetheart, as he barges into the house and towers over you, black stands of his hair falling forward.

“You just throw your daughter away to go on dates?” He accuses you and the change from his usual gentleman demeanour unsettles you as his dark eyes burn into you.

“W- what are you talking about? I’m allowed to go on dates and take my daughter to her nans Geto! And how did you know I-“

“You knew-“ he seethes as he inches closer to your face. “You knew I’m struggling to get over you but I’ve been so nice to you and this is how you thank me?”

Some part of your subconscious knows you don’t owe him anything but the rest of you wants to give in. You gulp down your nerves but it was futile in front of a man who could easily have his way with you.

You take a deep breath before beginning, “listen Geto, I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to hurt you, that’s the last thing I want.” Is it?

“Don’t let it happen again” he says in a voice that is so soft, contradicting his threatening words. But you know best not to take it lightly.

See that’s the thing with ex husband Geto, he lures you in with his sweetness so well, you become too scared to get on his bad side, you always want the good side.

You watch him place a bouquet of Japanese pink camelia flowers on the table, making your eyes widen. “Geto-“

“I came here to give you some flowers for valentines” he explains quietly, “all I wanted was to show you my feelings are sincere whether we’re married or not” he guilt trips you and you know you’re falling for it when he towers over you and holds your face in his large hands. You always do when it came to your beloved ex husband.

So you’re complicit when you picks you up and places you on the sofa, his large hands move to your thighs, groping and kissing them, chuckling when you gasp at his fingers fiddling with the lining of your underwear.

“I know you just needed some love sweetheart, but you don’t have to go to other men, that’s what I’m here for” he convinced you as he ties up his long black hair but his eyes are still interlocked with yours.

And that’s how you always end up getting fucked by your psycho ex husband. Legs dangling in the air as you scream while he gets all the right spots with that skilful tongue of this.

Pink camellia flowers (aka/ tsubaki) are known to express a deep romantic longing and persistent desire.

[arievir]

I’m always on your time

Summary ✰ A mini story, in which, you happen to catch feelings for your fuck-buddy, Gojo Satoru, who just so happens to have a girlfriend you didn't know about until... however, someone's there to pick you up when you're falling. Geto Suguru.

,, gojo satoru x fem! reader x geto suguru , depictions of sexual/suggestive themes , mentions of alcohol usage , light choking + manhandling + spanking + dirty talk , angst w/ comfort + fluff , satoru is kinda shitty + reader (in the past)

wc: 3.6k

based on the song, 77 degrees, by mariah the scientist

+ full masterlist of “seventy-seven degrees…”

tagging: @r0ckst4rjk @unmatchxd @chugao @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @fvsm4x @ivyshiyo @shadowfoxey @aliyalala @sexeyess @magalimachete @tokenblckgirl @melancholysanatomy @nekkobi @eumorele @polarbvnny @msmarklee1213 @mellow-mewow @qmsvpx @miauna @mwtsxri @ba-ks @slammynics @sugurulefttesticle @hinachaaan @kaizestar @butterskyy @caslistener @watyousayin @bontensbabygirl @creolequeen11210 @3rdmonday @xx-ieri @kazbrkker @rubynixy @thirtykiwis @gianteagle @kdlkan @ven1cez @girlwith-kalei-do-scope- eyes

Dividers @/enchanthings

and ty guys for 2k followers, enjoy! also, the last part for this series is the bonus!

it was last august when you and suguru had sex for the first time.

he had come over to your apartment to fix your shower head, after hearing your pouty voice on the phone, complaining all about needing to take a nice hot shower after a long day.

and who was he to not help?

it was definitely worth it. first, he was greeted with sight of your tired form, wearing a skimpy t-shirt and some shorts you probably threw on. of course, the whole time he tried to be respectful, you just kept getting so close, holding onto his arm while you led him through your home as if he wasn’t already familiar with it. he even tried to ignore the way you pulled his arm, so close, that it laid right between those beautiful breasts of yours.

all the while, you looked up at him with that cute innocent act, whining about the troubles at work you had been facing that day. but he knew from the way you bit your lip just from some little teasing, you were hoping to reward him with something other than money…

and suguru? he gets what he wants. falling into your seductive act before pinning you to the door of your bedroom and asking one simple question..

“you want this?” suguru whispered. his body towered over your smaller form, eyes admiring your doe and delicate form. it was the best way to examine how the emotions in your body reflected across your face. like the way your lips parted slightly, as if you were eager to say yes. he wouldn’t have minded though. he loved catching your not-so-hidden glances, lingering touches and subtle flirting that you two had shared over the few months. if anything, it turned him on, knowing how much you longed for him, and finally giving him a sign to make his move after all that time.

the pause between you is only resumed by your sigh, “yes. please suguru.” and he chuckles, a hand wrapping around your neck and traveling to your chin as he steals away your lips. and your legs wobble from how intimate his hand placement is. the way his hand tightens, like a way of telling you that he's taking you. his lips don’t stop, hungrily leaving traces around you as you two stumbled into your room. you had always liked his blunt attitude, going for what he wanted without question.

that day, it was you.

suguru wasn’t one to play around. well, not all the time.

he was never shy in showing how much he cared for you, whether it was picking you up from your girl nights, even when you’re giggling and flirting with him drunkenly while he’s scolding you for almost making him crash, or giving you monthly baths, your bathroom filled with aromas of your choice as his rough hands would treat your skin with the utmost delicacy.

he wouldn’t think twice about kissing you deeply if you ever got jealous when a woman, sometimes men, would come up and ask for his number, completely ignoring the lady by his side. the lady he’s so enamored with. his hand would find it’s natural place on your neck, murmuring something about already having a girl while pulling you closer. and he’d steal away your breath and thoughts before you can even bother thinking about the person in front of you two.

suguru made you feel safe, and he knew that. he knew it when you’d always find yourself by his side no matter what. your arm usually tucked under his while you clinged onto him in public outings. usually, the only time you would ever let yourself be apart from him was when you were around people you both equally knew. so he never had to worry.

whenever you’d get all bubbly and wasted with a bottle in your hands, suguru would be right there beside you. either taking away the drink from you or deciding to just be extra watchful of you, but letting you drink to your heart's content. during that time of your life, you were fighting to get through a bit more in life, working at a bad fast food establishment, along with private matters in your family. he knew how overwhelmed or stressed you could get. so he didn’t mind letting you have your moments.

honestly, you appreciated how much he took care of you, how he supported you and guided you, even during your tough times.

it was the middle of october, when he went on a small family vacation that lasted for about two weeks. yea, you two talked still, face timing and checking up on him, even having a conversation with his mom excitedly when she told you about the few things suguru have said about you.

but, that’s probably where things went downhill.

you had gotten fired from your job, which forced you to spend a lot of time doing side hustles throughout the days so you could pay your bills. suguru would help out sometimes, but you always reminded him that he had a life of his own to take care of, even if you were a part of it. to which he respectfully took a step back, but still assisting you from the sidelines, helping you look for good jobs and such. he was the one who told you about the cafe downtown.

and eventually, they hired you. after getting used to it, you immediately asked for more hours, which they granted. and.. the time between you and suguru slowly became less.

he’s a family man, and you don’t mind that. you just didn’t have the time to go with him when he spent time with his family over the holidays, going out to the country with them while you went through a routine of work and sleep, all while working for a new house, car, and a better, comfortable, living condition.

then came january, where you slipped out of his fingers like it was nothing.

suguru felt.. bitter. sipping on his margarita as he watched you and satoru interact.

everyone decided to hang out together on valentine’s day since they were all quite lonely, taking up a nice bunch of space in the buffet restaurant and dining with drinks in hand.

nanami was listening to haibara’s jokes while utahime and shoko laughed at some of them, sometimes getting up together to go pick out a few desserts. and of course, you and satoru, lost in your own little world with an undeniable tension everyone could probably feel as you two giggle and fed each other. way too touchy for suguru’s liking.

but he won’t say anything, not when you look so happy with another.

at that time, he accepted that perhaps he missed out on his chance, and that satoru swooped you up with a swiftness he could never compare to.

so suguru didn’t bother bringing up the past, and you didn’t either. but fuck, he wishes it didn’t hurt so much when you two, somehow, fell back into your boring old friendship. acting as if what happened last year was nothing.

“suguru…” you sigh, fiddling with the leather pocket of your purse as the dark haired man waits for your explanation. after he had found you in your car, he forced you to sit in the passenger’s seat.

always the gentleman.

“don’t you think i deserve to know? i even stayed silent for your sake while you messed around with my best friend. shit, he didn’t even ask you out, came and went just like you did huh? i promise you i would’ve.” he scoffs, tone lower in disappointment with his last sentence. and you feel like an even deeper hole has formed in your heart, like something’s carving into you. “i… i hate to say it like this, but we didn’t have a title, suguru. and when you were gone, i was busy focusing on myself—“

“sure as hell didn’t seem like it.”

“suguru.”

your puffy eyes narrow at the man, who only shrugs, glancing over at you with a look that just screams, “am i wrong”. you shake your head, collecting your thoughts and words as the red light flickers green, suguru’s large arm raising up to the wheel again.

“i was busy, like i said. y’know, working for money and we weren’t seeing each other as much anymore..and me and satoru just.. happened.” there wasn’t anything else to say. but you didn’t have the confidence to say that aloud when he waited expectantly. “and i don’t think i deserved to suddenly find out my best friend was fuck buddies with my girl. hearing all about you from a guy who doesn’t even know you like i do. did he even fucking know? know about us?” suguru scoffs, and it makes your heart flutter when he still claims you as his, yet you know.

you know you shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“no. i just.. i got attached, suguru. and i feel bad for what i did to you. but you never brought up.. us. so i just.. i let be. i was too scared.” your voice wavers, staring down at your lap with tears threatening to leave your eyes. you don’t get to do this.

“you don’t get to cry— not about this. i admit, there was miscommunication and distance. but it’s fucked up and you know it. and maybe you finally understand how i felt, when i had to sit and watch you two act all comfortable n’ shit, as if i wasn’t in his shoes before. you two didn’t even bother hiding it.” suguru’s stern, but his hand clenched tightly on your wheel cover, looking in the corner of his eye at how you nod your head, without even looking at him. you search for your glove box, quickly finding the tissues you keep in there and dapping away the tears that trailed down your face.

suguru sighs, voice softer as he keeps his eyes on the road. as angry as he is, he knows he can try, you two, can try. as much as he didn’t deserve to go through that pain, he doesn’t have the heart to watch your broken one swallow you whole. “we’re gonna talk this out at my house. okay?” you nod again in response, sniffling. “nu uh. speak baby. i gotta know you’re listening.” you purse your lips, looking up at him and studying the gentle expression on his face. “okay suguru.” you murmur, and his hand reaches over, giving a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.

you don’t deserve this.

your hand runs through the black strands of hair that brushed your stomach. you two were naked after spending your evening together. you and suguru talked about each other's feelings over a dinner that he cooked, deciding that you two would try again. what bothered you was that he didn’t ever question what you felt for satoru, and you didn’t either.

maybe it was the attention that attracted you towards the white haired man, something you had lost from suguru at some point. but it was suguru’s love that yanked you away and pulled you back into his arms.

you let suguru make love to you that night.

and here you two are now, basking in the afterglow with his head laying on your stomach, probably tired but knowing you two should clean up soon before you pass out.

as much as you love the familiarity of your warmth mixing with his, you’re scared, again. what if there’s still feelings for satoru, it hasn’t even been a full day. surely there’s leftovers. even if he’s clearly moved on, perhaps you haven’t. and that’s probably why you’re scared, you realize. but at the end of the day, it’s not about satoru.

you look at the man lying comfortably on top of your lower half, his lips that placed kisses on your belly slowed down, his breathing too. and you worry that you’ll probably have to wake him up now. you most definitely don’t want to awake on wet sheets in the morning. “suguru. c’mon..” you mumble, patting his head and making him groan, groggy. “not asleep.” “you’re about to be. i can tell.” his deep sigh makes you smile, watching as he shifts from his oh so favorite spot.

at the end of the day, what if you can’t give suguru what he deserves?

“that guy over there has been staring at you, isn’t he haibara’s friend? i think he’s sitting with someone..” your co-worker points at a figure in the corner of the cafe. your eyes follow, and you can see suguru already waving, giving you a charming smile to which you return. “yea, he’s also a friend of mines.” your smile must’ve been too dreamy for her to brush it off, giggling and looking at you suggestively. “of course~ he’s waiting for his favorite waitress isn’t he?” and you scoff, cheeks hurting, trying to form into a grin that you hide as you walk away.

suguru studies your flushed expression as you walk over, “i’ve always wanted to see you in that get up. you make it look cute.” you cringe, about to comment on the hideous yellow and orange waitress outfit that had an even more ridiculously short skirt that made you wear tights for comfort. however, you notice satoru who sat across from suguru in the booth. his presence makes you stop for a moment, but you stay level headed. “oh please. would you two like anything?”

suguru is the first to speak up, “a strawberry shortcake scone with an iced mint latte please. maybe a few kisses while you’re at it?” his words make you roll your eyes, flustered from how shameless he’s being at your workplace. “don’t make me get security.” you joke. you two banter a bit, oblivious to how satoru watches you two interact. it’s so casual between you two, as if he can see the natural connection between you two.

the slight bubbly feeling in his chest almost makes him forget about the women he was just texting.

“geez you two, make out while you’re at it.” satoru whines. “as long as she consents.” suguru winks, and you have half the mind to grab that menu out of his hands and bonk it on his head. “anyways, do you want anything satoru?” as you wrote down his order, satoru watched the way you smiled at a few of suguru’s sidebar comments, even letting him place a small kiss on your hand before you left.

surely his best friend wouldn’t be pinning the girl he... what were you two?

it’s the beginning of september, a fresh month and a fresh you. ever since what happened a few weeks ago, you and suguru have been better. spending time at each other's houses and going on dates every weekend. it’s nice, new. you figure satoru buried his past with you, but since you’re doing better, you don’t let that fact get the best of you. you even got to hang out with his girlfriend a lot more, she’s a true sweetheart in your eyes, but you did find out she was his ex, someone you had only heard about last summer and never got to meet. but they recently got back together over the summer..and it makes you wonder if satoru…— no. he wouldn’t. you hope.

however,

you and suguru are currently making cupcakes at your house. well.. the sweet desserts inside your oven were forgotten as you two ate some of the frosting suguru brought instead. an odd choice yes, but vanilla icing is just so good. good thing suguru had gotten two extra cans.

“you’re taking all of it!” you huff, stealing away the spoon in suguru’s hand, and he scoffs, watching you eat up the white icing coating it with a smile gracing your lips. “maybe you should’ve thought twice before trying to hide it— oh look at you.” he snickers when you make a visible expression of discomfort as you feel a shiver run through your body. sometimes too much sugar isn’t the answer.

“hush.” although, you savor the sweet delight, humming in happiness and licking your lips. tasty. but suguru’s eyes are stuck on the way white still staining your lips, the muscle of your tongue lolling and fuck. he’s already hard, imagining your how your tongue always rolls around the head of his dick before you take him in your mouth.

his gold-like eyes darken, silently grabbing the can and spoon from your hands, setting it aside despite your cute confusion. “got somethin’ right here.” he mumbles, stalking closer until you’re pressed against your counter, looking up at him as his hand holds your chin, thumb wiping some of the icing on the corner of your lips.

heat rushes to your face as you feel the tent in his pants pushing on your thighs, your eyes trying to dart everywhere but his. suguru cocks his head, smiling and leaning closer. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he coos. “suguru..” you try to find your words, but he’s already kissing you, humming at the taste of icing on your bottom lip and nipping at it. “sug. i can feel you.” you whisper against his lips, only fueling the rising feeling in his body as he holds your neck up to him. “yea?”

“mhm.”

before he can pinch those perked nipples of yours, you two begin to smell the burning of your cupcakes. “wait— oh my god.” you push him away gently, and he groans in response, but hands you the mittens on the table besides him. “well?” “they might be a bit.. crunchy?” you chuckle, pulling out the muffin pan you used for the cupcakes. setting it on top of the stove, you swat away suguru’s hands when he tries to touch one. “i just took them out!” “aw you care?” you ignore his teasing with a shake of your head, smiling and taking off the mittens.

“wanna watch a movie while they cool down?” you turn away, walking into your living room with a stretch and suguru follows, with something in his hands. “not what i was thinking of sweetie. i still need some.. help.” and you turn to see him walking closer with a smug smile, the can of frosting in hand. “please? i’ll even let you put icing on it— okay don’t get too damn happy.”

maybe you did get too caught up in the luscious taste of icing, and something else, unable to hear the periodic pings of your phone.

you and suguru honestly thought it clear to everyone that you two were dating, sure, whether or not you guys are in an actual relationship was your business to be discussed, but you two were no secret.

well, satoru may have been the only one in the dark. or just, oblivious?

you aren’t sure, but trying to flirt with you at the club in front of suguru spoke volumes to all of you. and unfortunately, to his girlfriend whom he was on a “break” with. you learned two things tonight, that satoru was a shitty boyfriend to her.

and that suguru can hate satoru sometimes.

“can’t even think about that fuckin’ loser right now huh? too full of cock?” suguru scoffs, voice laced with annoyance as he presses the arch of your back. you were stuffed with his thick cock, his pelvis flush against your ass with your head deep in his sheets. but you make an, ‘uh huh!’ sound, making him grit his teeth as he slides out a bit. “thought so. he’s a damn idiot ain’t he? tryin’ to get my girl, heh.” suguru holds your hips tight as he angles his cock inside you, giving harsh thrusts while spanking your hot and marked ass.

you’re adorable like this, clutching whatever you can and taking what he gives you with your dumbed out mind. “mhm! only yours sugu~” your moan is muffled, but it was loud enough for suguru, his hands pulling you back to make sure you meet his thrusts, his mushroom tip practically fighting your cervix. “sure are mama. gonna let me cum in you? gotta send a nice lil present to him so he knows, yea?”

but through your mushy mind you comprehend his words, lifting up your head and trying to push him away with your shaky hands. “w-wait.. sugu! what about his girlfriend, she might see!” you whine, tears slipping down your face from how good he fucks you, but he stops. and you think he plans on hearing you out but he only flips you over.

shit.

still, you can’t get over his disheveled state. suguru’s so attractive, breathing heavily and biting his bottom lips as he slides back into the home of your cunt. his long black hair was slowly slipping out of the rushed bun he put it in, some strands tickling the skin of your legs as he raised them onto his shoulders. “won’t be a problem hun. sure she probably dumped his ass for good.” you give a breathy chuckle, only for it to turn into a mewl as he fills you up to the hilt and leans down.

“tongue.” he mumbles, and the second you stick out the muscle, he’s intertwining it with his, your saliva connecting and strings of spit forming as he then finally kisses you. you never knew what his obsession was with the nasty act. but it always makes you clench tight around him. you moan against his lips as he slowly rocks into you, a hand squeezing one of your tits while his arm keeps him upright. “won’t go anywhere right? you’re my girl— my girlfriend.” he whispers, and his eyes, despite showing the deep irritation he felt from earlier, you could see the affection they held. “yea, i’m your girl.” you mutter and he soon seals it with a kiss. you swear you can feel the smile on his lips.

you don’t know what he deserves, it isn’t your choice after all. but the least you can do is give him what you both want.

[arievir]

“Seventy-seven degrees…”

A mini story, in which, you happen to catch feelings for your fuck-buddy, Gojo Satoru, who just so happens to have a girlfriend you didn’t know about until... however, someone’s there to pick you up when you’re falling. Geto Suguru.

gojo satoru x fem! reader x geto suguru

contains, smut , angst , fluff , + any other warnings that may be added in each individual chapter.

CH1. “Pride and feelings aside…”

CH2. “I’m always on your time…”

+ bonus ?

based on the song, 77 Degrees, by Mariah the Scientist

Dividers @/enchanthings

comment or ask in inbox to be tagged <3 closed!

[arievir]

LIMERENCE (II)

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

part i here

summary: Gojo is uncharacteristically insecure and unsure to the point of double guessing himself—something practically unheard of for the self-proclaimed Honored One. Meanwhile, the ever-feared blood-laden flowers make an unwelcome appearance.

word count: 6.7k

warnings: mentions of sickness and blood, descriptions of vomiting (caution to fellow ppl with emetophobia), characters are anxious and stressed!, cussing (obvs), use of (Y/N), kidnapping!

genre: hanahaki disease au, hurt/comfort, lowkey mystery?

a/n: Here is part 2 (finally lol)! It is a whole 6.7k words (😫) to make up for not updating until now haha. This chapter features serious!Gojo and worried!Gojo 😳. It seems out of character but it’s intentional (or so I claim). Also, I kinda make a pun out of Utahime’s name—hime (姫) means princess in Japanese! Two last notes: for clarification—I use italics to emphasize things, but also for characters’ thoughts. Geto is still alive (still excommunicated tho) in this timeline. More notes at the end of the chapter!

“Hey, ‘Hime, when’s your lunch break today?”

He hears a scoff that hardly conceals the crackly laugh that follows through his speakers. Her laugh is delicate and bright, even over the phone.

“Don’t call me that, Gojo. Never been into the princess thing.”

“We’ve been over this, it’s Satoru. And what should I call you then? Hime is perfect, it’s literally in your name.”

“I’ll call you Satoru if you call me by my real name: Utahime.”

“You’re so boringgg! Come on!” He whines, pretending to pout.

Utahime breathes in sharply at his words, “Satoru…you shouldn’t say things like that.”

Gojo stops walking. His brow creases in confusion: this is how he has always behaved, with obviously facetious and playful words. Even the people that claim they can’t stand him the most, like Shoko and Nanami, recognize when his words are intentionally over the top or ridiculous. Utahime also knows this: he has not concealed this aspect of his personality from her.

He can’t stop his next words from being spoken with a twinge of annoyance. “I was kidding, you know. Is something wrong?”

Utahime sighs, “No, no. Sorry, I’m just a bit stressed since the higher-ups asked for a meeting with me. Have no idea what it’s about…”

“They did? So, you’re not free for lunch? Please say you are…”

His words feel unnatural and stilted, but he brushes the feeling aside. He’s probably just nervous since it’s her, right?

“Yeah, I’m going to my meeting in a few, but I should be able to make it. Could you get the reservation for us?” Utahime asks, tone leaning on snippy.

“Mm, maybe. What’s the magic word?” He teases with a playful tone, trying to lighten her mood. This should work, it should make her feel better. He has experience with this.

“C’mon Gojo, not now,” She groans, apparently disgruntled. “But, fine, could you please make the reservation?”

He frowns. Not exactly the reaction he anticipated.

“Okay, but next time you gotta call me Satoru,” He says with a small awkward chuckle, this time easing up a bit on his teasing tone. “I’ll let you off the hook this time, though.”

“Sure,” She snorts, but not in the way that she would if she thought it was funny. It’s a sardonic snort, rather, and he would bet money that her eyes are rolling.

A loud click signals the end of conversation, but his phone remains pressed to his ear. He lowers it slowly, a strange feeling swirling in his chest. It’s an uneasy, heavy feeling from deep down, but he can’t discern what exactly it means.

“Why would I expect that to work?” He mutters to himself. “That’s so annoying, who would tolerate that?”

Suddenly, an image flashes under his eyelids, almost making him flinch at how intensely it conjures itself. A vivid apparition of you doubled over in laughter appears in his mind. It’s a memory, he realizes: you’re leaning on him as tears part from your eyes, unable to catch your breath due to how hard you’re laughing at one of his horrible, stupid jokes.

He remembers this moment well. You had been crying for real before—quietly sniffling, trying to hide it from him. He knew that you hated crying in front of others—trying to always appear strong, he knew this feeling well—so he started direct attention away from it with the corniest jokes he could make. That’s when your tears, first full of the hurt that he could clearly see in your crumpled expression, turned into ones of relief and joy. Your eyes had sparkled with some other emotion he couldn’t identify—something familiar, something that made him feel warm in the chest, but also made him feel so, so scared.

He never did figure out what it was. Or, rather, he has tried not to dwell on it. Every time it pops into his head, he pushes it down, the fear rising in him each time he comes closer to the answer.

Utahime never made him feel like that. That must be better. He never feels scared like that when he thinks of his feelings for her. That must be better, it has to be.

He enjoys talking to Utahime. He likes that he can get under her skin with little effort, likes how easily he can get a rise out of her: and most of the time, she’s amused by it, giggling and slapping his arm. He’s never scared with Utahime, but…why does something feel wrong?

His fingers, typing in his name for the reservation, pause and begin to tremble when he sees what he typed. He typed your name. His eyes widen beneath his blindfold—he’s grateful it helps to conceal his expression, even if nobody he knows is around. In truth, this is partly why he seldom removes it; he masks his true emotions more often than not. Not that anyone suspects it, though, too convinced by his saccharine smiles and forever jocular personality.

The blue horizontal line blinks in and out of existence as his fingers hover over his keyboard. Your name, though written in normal text, appears bolded to him: it sucks his attention away from anything else on his screen. He begins to break out in a sweat.

Sweating just from their name? How pathetic…

He shakes his head, frantically backspacing, trying to erase all traces of you from his mind. He’s been trying to do this for months, ever since he began to distance himself from you. There is a legitimate reason he has been giving you the cold shoulder, but it feels like an excuse to drive away this fear that grips him when he thinks of that warmth, that sparkle in your eyes.

Fuck. Now he can’t get that image of you out of his mind—his chest aches, his breathing comes quicker, but he does not know why.

He walks almost endlessly in the town he booked the restaurant in, in a pace-like fashion. His large stature and height make the brisk pace he walks at look absurdly hurried to passerbys: they stare at him unabashedly and he barely notices.

It’s only when he checks his phone that he realizes how much time has passed since he called Utahime. His reservation is soon: he will be late if he doesn’t start walking there now. Shit.

His breath comes heavy when he finally reaches the restaurant. It’s a casual yet nice ramen place—something familiar yet suitable for a lunch date. He’s wearing a baby blue button down shirt, nice slacks, and trades in his blindfold for heavily shaded sunglasses: also suitable for a lunch date.

A date. Yes, that’s what he’s on. A nice lunch date with a girl whom he kissed before the first date. A bit untraditional, not that he would be one to mind.

He approaches the hostess, about to ask for a table for two, but then he spots a familiar red ribbon perfectly adorning the dark strands of hair she always pulls back. She’s already here, sitting alone in the corner.

Gojo sighs. Fuck, ‘messed up again.

He hurriedly stumbles over to Utahime, probably looking a bit disheveled. She gives him a questioning glance at his appearance—Gojo laughs and immediately plasters on an easy smile.

“Hey,” He says nonchalantly, slowly lowering himself into the chair opposite her.

“Hey. You’re late,” She notes, but she doesn’t sound as bothered as he thought she would. “Did something happen? You look…like something happened.”

He goes along with it, sighing dramatically, “How’d you know? Yeah, Yaga was bothering me about some mission stuff. Dumb paperwork I’m supposed to do and whatever.”

She smiles, but it’s tight lipped, “Of course. But that doesn’t explain why you’re all sweaty.”

“I am?” He questions, feigning confusion, but his next words are partly true. “Ah, well, I realized I was gonna be late since he was pestering me so much. Guess I walked too fast.”

“Hmm,” Is all she says. She stirs the tea in front of her with a small spoon, expression blank as she does so.

Once he realizes she isn’t going to initiate talking further, he takes it upon himself, “How did the meeting go?”

She stops stirring. She sets down the spoon more harshly than she means to: it clangs loudly on the tea tray.

“I have some questions,” She says seriously.

“Questions? About what?” He asks.

Her dark, stormy eyes meet his. “…About you.”

He gulps, “Sure! What type of questions? You know, people ask me a lot of stuff. I’m sure I can handle anything.”

He winks at her, his usual smirk spreading across his face. Maybe if he jokes he can diffuse this god-awful tension. Not that it worked before, but he can try.

Utahime blinks slowly, exhaling deeply, as if attempting to calm herself down. He can see the fire in her eyes between blinks.

“How about that the higher-ups were asking me about my relation to you, when they believed you to only show interest in someone else?”

No. They can’t still believe that.

Terror strikes Gojo’s heart, electrifying his nerves, but he tries to play it off. He breathes out a chuckle and a few weak words, “That wasn’t a question.”

“For once in your life, be serious! We’ve only been dating for 3 weeks and I–” She inhales deeply. “I don’t think it’s a good sign that you’re intentionally avoiding answering me about this.”

“I’m not, I just don’t know what you’re talking about. Who did they even ask about? I can’t think of anyone they could say that about.” He’s lying through his teeth. Alarm bells are ringing through his head, and he dreads her answer.

She narrows her eyes, but seems convinced enough at his alleged cluelessness.

“They were asking about (Y/N). Asking about…your relationship with them. About how close you are. Asking if it’s changed.”

Gojo takes a sip from his glass, avoiding her eyes.“Well, did they say why? Seems awfully strange to ask you about it.”

She’s silent for a few seconds, mulling over her next words. They end up making Gojo bristle. “Satoru, you know I couldn’t tell you even if they did.”

His tone is abruptly serious. “The hell does that mean?”

She blinks at him slowly, with anger flashing in her dark eyes. “Gakuganji is very involved with them. If I told you, it would definitely get back to him. Who knows how he would punish me.”

"So you'd rather possibly endanger (Y/N)?" Gojo scoffs.

“Who said anything about danger?” Utahime says lowly, suspicion clear in her voice.

“Well, when the higher ups ask questions about my life, it usually isn’t just for fun,” Gojo says with a shrewd smile. “I don’t know what the hell they’re thinking so I can only assume the worst.”

“Does this really matter right now? (Y/N) is capable enough if it does turn out like that, and besides, I sorted it all out. Told them that your ‘relationship’ is fine and dandy and yada yada.”

Gojo sucks in a breath, nerves beginning to turn in his stomach. No. No! That’s not what I wanted…

Utahime doesn’t seem to notice his discomfort and continues, “You two have always been close…didn’t you have a thing for each other in high school? They have always had these eyes for you.”

Her tone is strange, gushing and gossipy yet also jealous.

“What?” Gojo says more loudly than intended as he takes in all of the information Utahime just casually dropped.

“You know, I even told them that you two were meant to be together,” She chuckles. “Funny how things work out—or, rather, don’t work out.”

Gojo’s stomach twists painfully at her insinuation—even though it shouldn’t. He likes Utahime, he’s with Utahime. Not with you. He’s not with you, he has never been with you.

“Gojo,” Utahime says suddenly. He blinks rapidly in surprise, eyes finally landing on hers. “Can we agree to be honest with each other?”

“Of course. What do you mean?” He says easily, nervously.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” She shakes her head. “You’re deflecting at every question I ask. You’re not as slick as you think you are.”

Gojo lets himself sigh this time.

He studies her expression. She’s beautiful, he has to admit. She’s beautiful, but she’s not you.

“Utahime…what is this all about?” He asks slowly.

“I should be asking you that,” She counters. “Why did you ask me out if you won’t actively participate in our relationship?”

“What do you mean? I’m here, aren’t I?” Gojo responds carefully.

“But you mind isn’t,” Utahime sighs. “You’re miles away, Satoru. You always are. When you’re with me, you’re not thinking of me, are you?”

The question is so accurate that it seems rhetorical to Gojo, to the point of him not responding for many moments before he realizes she is genuinely asking him.

It’s so true and yet he physically cannot bring himself to admit to it. “I mean, I think about the higher-ups and work related stuff a lot. I’m sorry I haven’t been that present on dates and stuff, but–”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it, Gojo!” Utahime hisses out, tone bordering on venomous. “You’re always thinking about them. You make decisions thinking of them. I bet even when you kiss me, you think about them. Are you going to deny that?”

“Utahime…” He says softly, guilt constricting his vocal chords.

“I don’t understand you, Gojo. You asked me out and have taken me on fancy dates as if you want a committed relationship, but then your mind is always wandering away. I know that you still care for them, but then I heard from Shoko that you’ve been ignoring them for months. And then the fucking higher-ups ask me your relationship with them. Why would they ask me that and why would they even care? Something isn’t adding up. What’s really going on here?”

Gojo blinks in surprise at the depth of concern in her voice. It’s like she has already moved on from her jealousy towards you, and now is worried for you.

He must look surprised, because she adds on, “Just so you know, I’m not that sad. You’re kind of a shithead for doing this to me, but this wasn’t that serious for me. Obviously not for you, either.”

Gojo winces. Everything she has said so far has been true, but he wishes it wasn’t.

“Iori, I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t even realize that…that I was doing that,” Gojo sighs. “And to answer your question—I didn’t want to tell anyone, but I think I owe it to you. I don’t know what’s going on either, and that’s what scares me. I have no idea what they want or what they’re plotting, but it can’t be anything good.”

Utahime sits there with a small smirk on her face. When he raises an eyebrow at her expression, she just chuckles and shakes her head. “You can’t even say their name. Just how much denial are you in?”

He can’t even answer. He just sits there, a hand brushing his cheeks in order the cover the warmth the rises at the mention of the depth of his denial concerning his feelings for you.

When she realizes he isn’t going to answer, Utahime rises out of her seat. “Well, I guess I can say I’m officially breaking up with you, not that you or I really care. Just…if you need help with this, just know I’m in your corner, yeah? Unless it’s something to do with Gakuganji, and in that case my hands would be tied. Otherwise, just ask. You know, I wasn’t joking when I said I rooted for you guys in high school. That’s a fact and I can’t deny it.

You should really figure this out—for their sake. It sounds like they’re not having the best time with it. And besides, as much as it pains me to say it, you owe it to yourself after fighting against whatever feelings you have had for them for so many years.”

He doesn’t interrupt her even once, instead quietly absorbing her advice. He fidgets at the mention of his feelings for you, still uncomfortable even at the thought of them. Still scared.

“Goodbye for now, Satoru. I hope you figure all this shit out. Have a nice lunch,” She says coldly as she readies her things. Her coldness stings a bit, but what else could he expect?

“Oh, one last thing,” Utahime pauses. “I’m surprised you didn’t ask me this, but I guess you’re too in over to head right now to think straight. I think I might know partly why they have taken an interest in (Y/N).”

Gojo’s gaze turns to her sharply, blue eyes bright with curiosity behind his shades. “Why? How do you know?”

“I think the higher-ups must have asked Yaga about them. I forgot until now, but they were asking me if I knew anything about (Y/N)‘s identity. And who would know better than anyone? Your nosey principal who digs deep on everyone,” She rolls her eyes, huffing out a small but humorless laugh. “Well, that should be it then. Bye, ex-boyfriend.”

She gives him one last look, then struts away with her head held high. He sincerely hopes she isn’t hurting too much, despite her very “okay with it” façade.

So it has to do with your identity? In Satoru’s view, you have somewhat of an average identity for a sorcerer. A grade one sorcerer who comes from a sorcerer family. You had not inherited your clan’s special innate technique, but you are still pretty strong regardless. There’s nothing unusual about your background, or at least to the best of his knowledge.

And yet this sickening feeling has begun to creep into his stomach, that feeling that something is horribly wrong. What he does not know is what he cannot control, and each heartbeat and breath of his feels tortured with the knowledge that you may not be safe.

Shoko won’t stop texting you, almost on the hour, despite your radio silence. It’s strange when you think about it—she has always hated texting, always grumbling that it’s going to give her carpal tunnel someday. And yet here she is, blowing up your phone with notifications.

You haven’t been to school in weeks, taking mission after mission instead. It’s very obvious that you’ve been avoiding Shoko and Gojo, but you won’t admit that.

The missions have been grueling and gruesome—your stomach turns when the curses you exorcised spring to mind. They were ghastly and frankly were some of the most mentally scarring curses you’ve encountered. So, you’ve decided to take a break.

You feel your skin crawl when you’re sitting at home doing nothing—the curses come to mind much more easily, and also thoughts of him—so you abandon being cozy for the sake of your mind. It’s cold outside, so cold that your breath greets you in a cloud with every puff of air you release. Winter has arrived, and it nips at your cheeks and numbs your extremities just to remind you.

You haven’t been coping well, and you know it. Avoiding thoughts of Gojo has not been working very well, even after physically avoiding him. You try to forget what you heard that day, but it won’t escape your mind no matter how much you distract yourself. You think of Utahime: her beauty, her quiet strength, of how she always seems so calm and collected and yet somehow always makes her voice heard. She has everything that you lack.

The skin of your face burns with envy when you think about her. And when you picture her with Gojo—her dark eyes looking into his pooling blue depths, her leaning forward and up to kiss him—your chest crumbles in on itself.

It hurts. Right now, everything surrounding Gojo Satoru hurts.

But today, you will change that. This will definitely help. You’ve taken yourself out of your apartment and straight into a place that has always lifted your spirits—the local florist.

You scour the aisles, wincing at the very romantic red roses and the bright yellow daffodils. But then something catches your eye: an array of festive bouquets.

You end up picking out a bouquet fit for the season: it features a string of cranberries, enveloped by branches of pine and pinecones, with a striped garland draped around it all. Despite all of your poisonous feelings inside, you crack a small smile at the sight.

You take it home, putting care into the beautiful and yet flowerless bouquet. You carefully mix the plant food into a vase full of cool water, cut the ends of the stems under running water, then submerge the bouquet.

It brings a sense of homeliness that you’ve been desperately missing ever since you’ve starting living on your own. It almost soothes the ache in your chest.

But, as always, reality swoops in to remind you that you cannot run from your feelings within. Within only minutes of arranging the new bouquet, you accidentally swipe at the vase. It crashes to the floor, the glass shattering everywhere, glinting beautifully as it spins through the air. The cranberries begin to bleed into the water, the impact too much for them to tolerate.

You bend down, slowly processing the collision. When you stare into the expanding pool of water, you see wild eyes brimming with pain. Brimming with heartache. It is then that you are painfully reminded what cranberries represent: a cure for heartache.

The irony is not lost on you. You begin to howl in laughter, and the voice that reverberates back to you sounds crazed.

Then, it begins. You abruptly stop breathing; you are choked, silenced, almost as if something is blocking your airway. And then your throat begins to convulse, an instinctual reaction to choking, and you have no choice but to obey your body. You stumble through the shards of glass and collapse at the foot of your toilet. You heave and heave—whatever is lodged in your throat is large, making it difficult and painful to retch up.

When you finally use enough force to hack up the offending object, you freeze at the sight in front of you. Vibrant hydrangeas the same color as his eyes float in a murky red cloud. Blue hydrangeas: a symbol of rejection and regret.

Your chest bursts in pain at the realization. You are in love with Gojo Satoru, and he doesn’t love you back.

You feel another bloom emerging from within. You shudder in fear, knowing that you have little time left. Once the flowers present themselves, death is almost always imminent.

You spend the next few hours by the toilet, conjuring a newer, more painful bouquet than the one that lays in shattered remains in your living room.

“You told them what?” Gojo exhales deeply, a sigh following his exasperated words. He pinches the bridge of his nose—a gesture uncharacteristic for someone as self-assured as him.

“That (Y/N) is important to you,” Yaga Masamichi states calmly. “Satoru, there is no reason to fret. Their intentions concerning this matter are pure.”

“Do you even hear yourself right now? The higher-ups intentions are anything but pure.”

“I can sense that you are agitated,” He observes, eyebrows beginning to furrow. “But you are blinded by your bias. They first and foremost protect our community. (Y/N) is of no threat to Jujutsu society, thus they should be in no danger.”

“You don’t understand,” Gojo shakes his head. He is clearly angry, but now his nerves are showing through more: his voice is uneven and his tone has an air of desperation. “The higher-ups are out to get them. I don’t have any answers for that, even though I’ve been searching for months. I’ve had to show indifference towards (Y/N) to convince them that there is nothing between us, and it was starting to work. Why did you tell them this without consulting me first?”

A frown etches Masamichi’s stony features. Behind his shaded glasses, his eyes rake over his former student, taking in his state. Gojo isn’t one to openly show fear or anxiety, yet his breathing is audibly shaky and his fingers twitch by his side.

“I see I have made a mistake,” Masamichi concedes. “But why are you so convinced the higher-ups have ill intentions toward them?”

Gojo begins to pace back and forth in front of Yaga’s desk—also very unlike him.

“They called me to meet them a few months ago, asking what my relationship with (Y/N) is. I brushed it off at first and basically told them to stop sticking their nose into my business, but then I started to notice something.”

Gojo pauses by a window. The light streams down onto his face, illuminating his rather uncommonly stoic portrait.

“They started assigning (Y/N) missions that were labeled as second or first grade, but actually turned out to be special grade. And it can’t be coincidental—the incident rate of this happening is much higher for (Y/N)’s assignments than any other person.”

“That does seem to be true,” Masamichi comments, thinking back to reports he’s reviewed.

“No, not seem,” Gojo snaps. “That is the reality of this situation. Ever since I realized that, I’ve acted coldly towards (Y/N), distancing myself as much as possible. And guess what? No more special grade missions. Less injuries. And—”

“Satoru!” Masamichi raises his voice, pulling Gojo out of his frantic spiel. He blinks in surprise; he didn’t even realize how much or how fast he has been speaking.

“I don’t know what they are thinking or planning, but stressing like this will not help the situation. This is our world; this is how they operate,” Masamichi says, leaning forward and resting his chin on steepled fingers. “We will find a way around this.”

“It shouldn’t be like this,” Gojo says, voice rumbling deep and low, dangerously quiet.

“They are resistant to change,” Masamichi counters. “We can’t directly influence their decisions.”

“Not if they can’t make them anymore,” Satoru snorts, a dark and bitter smirk curling his lips.

“That is completely out of the question,” Yaga says firmly in a warning tone.

“Their thinking is antiquated,” Gojo argues. “I think we need a complete refresh.”

“And yours is too radical and rash. No, Gojo. I will not even entertain your idea.” Yaga says with a note of finality.

“Won’t you let me have my fun?” Gojo sighs, exaggerating his disappointment. “You’re such a drag, old man.”

Yaga almost smiles. He’s back to his normal antics.

“So, there is nothing that you can think of that would cause the higher-ups to go after them like this? I know you looked into all of your students closely even before you became principal. You must know something.”

Yaga frowns. You were his student and, as Gojo claims, he did thoroughly look into your background. But—how can you truly be thorough when the information presented is so little?

“There was little to nothing on them,” Yaga says. “Even when I tried digging further, I didn’t find much. However…there are rumors that they have made a Binding Vow.”

“A Binding Vow?” Gojo echoes back. “That’s very vague. That can mean practically anything.”

“But it’s still interesting, is it not?” Yaga says with a wry smile. “If the higher-ups have heard, we can only assume that the Binding Vow is with another entity, not with themselves. Otherwise, why would they be interested? That is assuming this is true, of course.”

“Who did you hear this from?” Gojo asks. “Someone credible?”

“I’m not sure about their credibility. And you can’t really go out and interrogate them, even if you wanted to. If you did, there would be another expectation for your visit.”

Gojo grows suspicious from his obvious attempt at a non-answer, “Yaga, who?”

He sighs, “Geto Suguru.”

There’s silence. Then, Gojo cackles—it’s a bitter and sardonic laugh, slightly crazed as well—and shakes his head.

“Of course. Of course it was from him,” Gojo continues laughing, a hand covering his face this time. “Guess you’re right—there’s no avenue for conversation there. In that case, I’ve gotta go. See ya, old man.”

Yaga bristles at the nickname, but does not attempt chastise Gojo as he walks away without waiting for Yaga’s response. It simply doesn’t work, so why waste his breath?

Gojo walks out, digging his cell phone out of his pocket. He opens his text conversation with you, fingers twitching over the keyboard. But what would he even say? The last texts are all from you, scattered over a few weeks from literal months ago. He didn’t respond to any of them. He feels the need to contact you, but how would he even start that? ‘Hey, I know I’ve been ignoring you for months, but I heard that you might have told Geto that you made a Binding Vow and I think the higher-ups know about it.’

Nope. That’s not gonna work. He swipes the texting app out of existence, then locks his phone and puts it back in his pocket.

He leans back on the pillar, resting his head while he closes his eyes. Why does everything surrounding you have to be so complicated? Then, a series of hurried footsteps meets his ears, and he doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it is. Gojo is ambushed by someone he hasn’t seen for a few days—your mutual friend, Shoko.

“I heard what happened from Utahime,” She says immediately.

Gojo exhales loudly, not even trying to conceal his annoyance, “Shoko, I really don’t have time for this right now.”

“No. Tell me what’s going on.” She says firmly, her tone hard.

“What? We broke up. What’s more to say?” Gojo says dismissively.

“No, Gojo. That’s not all there is. Things have been going on. She told me that she’s concerned for (Y/N) but wouldn’t tell me more. And it just so happens that I have been texting them just about every day for weeks and have heard nothing back. Tell me there’s ‘nothing more to say’ again! Because obviously something is going on.”

Gojo inhales sharply, his breath suspended at her words. He shifts his weight forward, finally leaning away from the pillar. Shoko takes notice of his surprise.

She sighs, deciding to clarify one detail, “They’ve still been taking missions so I assume that they’re fine…but they’ve never ghosted me like this. Even back then, when Geto…they didn’t…agh. Well, you know what I’m saying. I don’t know what they’re thinking.”

He only really gathered one thing from that. So you’re safe for now. Gojo recovers, his expression evening out into something more normal.

“Shoko, I don’t want to complicate things further,” Gojo sighs. “Too many people are already involved in this, ones I had no intention of involving. I’m sorry, but I don’t know if I should say anything.”

“You ass!” She shouts at him, making his eyes widen under his blindfold. Shoko never blows up like this—she’s always indifferent and sort of passive. “They’re my friend too, and I want to know what’s going on!”

“I don’t know what’s going on!” Gojo blurts out. Shoko blinks rapidly, shocked by the volume of his voice. He hates getting emotional like this, but he can’t help it when he’s so fucking worried. “I don’t know, Shoko. The higher-ups have been probing into my life, but this time– this time it’s about them, and I don’t know why they want to know. I don’t know what they’re looking for. I’m just praying every day that they stop, but then somebody else in our circle tells me that the higher-ups keep mentioning them. I don’t know what’s going on, but it can’t be good.”

She looks at him, finally noticing how…un-Gojo-like he looks and sounds. Worrying about others isn’t something that Gojo does, or at least not something he ever speaks about. He never has his brow creased like he does right now. He doesn’t bite his lip in worry, either, so why is he biting down so hard he’s almost pulling blood?

“Okay,” Shoko yields. “Okay. I believe you. I didn’t realize…I didn’t believe that you still cared so much.”

“You don’t even know,” He mutters under his breath, but Shoko still hears it. She acts like she doesn’t.

“Well, if you hear anything, tell me, okay?” Shoko asks him with a low exhale. “They’re really stressing me out.”

She pulls out a lighter and a cigarette, prepared to light up. The blinks, and the cigarette now lays on the ground, mysteriously absent from her grip.

“Fuck you,” She grumbles. “You know, that’s littering.”

She hates to say it, but her chest, heavy with worry, lightens a bit as his regular smirk spreads across his face. She feels a bit more hopeful as Gojo disappears in front of her, the wind from the teleportation blowing her hair and lab coat around furiously.

“If only you two weren’t idiots, this mess might have solved itself ages ago,” She chuckles to herself. “The densest people I know.”

Your lungs ache. You wheeze with each breath. You blink blearily, rubbing your eyes with one hand. You’ve been drifting in and out of sleep while you’ve been laying on the cold tile in your bathroom. The air is tinged with iron—the smell of your own blood curdles your stomach.

“What time is it?” You mutter to yourself, and jolt at the sound of your own voice. It’s raspy and weak; you almost don’t recognize it as being your own.

Your hands skate across the smooth tile as you try to locate your phone. When you finally do, you grab it and bring it close to your face. Your eyes, barely cracked open, ache at the bright light of your screen.

The time reads as 3:31 AM. You’ve really been here for that long? Under the time, a plethora of texts from Shoko appear. You groan and slam your phone back down on the ground, ignoring the guilt that rises from how long you’ve been flat out ignoring your friend.

I’m being just like Gojo. Your lips curl down at the realization.

You feel a wave of weakness wash over you, and you are forced to lay back down on the ground. You are half conscious, vision swimming half through dream and half through reality. You can barely think, barely process your own actions.

You feel cold metal in your hands, smooth glass under your fingers. You are tapping randomly, the light blinding you so much that you can’t open your eyes to see what exactly you’re doing.

All you hear is your own horrible breath. And then you hear a voice.

“(Y/N)? You called me?”

You blink blankly in confusion. Did you? You can only assume that you did.

“‘Guess so,” You try to say, but you can barely get it out with how sore your throat is. “Who…who is it?”

“What do you mean? You called me, silly.” They say with a small chuckle. “It’s like 3 am. Are you drunk or something?”

Why can’t you recognize their voice? Their voice sounds underwater to you. Your head is spinning so much and your ears begin to ring. Your feel yourself slipping from reality.

You hear yourself saying words, but you don’t remember thinking them.

“No…gonna pass out. Or die. Can’t tell.”

“What? (Y/N), what’s going on? Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you right now.”

You swear you know that voice. It’s deep and smooth, but filled with so much worry that you barely recognize it. He’s never sounded this scared before.

“Oh, you’re…you’re Satoru,” You wheeze out. “Why? Why you?”

You’re not making much sense, you don’t think. But you can’t, not with how far from reality you are right now.

You called him? It’s just too painful, too cruel a fate, that you accidentally called the man you’re in love with and who doesn’t love you back while you’re knocking on death’s door. You cough violently and choke on the bloody petals that rise to your throat. You wince in pain and struggle to breathe.

He is bordering on panic now, but he fights to keep it out of his voice. “It’s okay, (Y/N), just tell me where you are. You’re on a mission, r-right? I’ll come get you. Just hold on.”

Confusion floods your brain. A mission? Are you on a mission? Is that why the scent of blood is clogging your nose?

Your heart beat pounds in your head, faster and faster. It’s scary just how confused you are—how do you not know where you are?

“I don’t know,” You choke out. You didn’t even realize you were crying. “I don’t know where I am.”

“It’s okay, c-can you check your phone for me? It’ll tell you your location. Just open it and–” His breathing is fast. “And check in your maps. Please. Please (Y/N), I need you to do this for me. Then–then everything will be okay. Okay?”

“Okay,” You answer softly. “How do–”

You startle at the sound of a loud bang, your own gasp cutting off your words.

The door to your bathroom—that’s where you are—is knocked down, nearly missing your form where you lay on the tile.

Satoru is calling your name desperately, his voice louder with each repetition of your name. You can’t decipher any other words, but you know he’s shouting things, trying to get you to say something, to say anything so that he knows you’re okay.

A dark shape towers over you. You can’t make out who it is with your blurry vision and with how dark it is—but you are immediately intimidated by their large, broad frame.

“There you are,” They snarl. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this to happen. I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

You scramble to get up, grabbing your phone while you unsteadily rise on your shaky legs. You are an inch away from passing out and you fight the feeling with every ounce of your strength.

“Not looking too good, are we?” He says, tutting mockingly. “That’s perfect. Remember what we agreed on, my dear (Y/N)?”

You stare at him blankly, no recognition in your eyes.

“Silly me! Of course you don’t remember. That was intentional, you know. A good move on my part,” He chuckles, and it’s a soft sound that juxtaposes his words. “While you’re the one who has to suffer. Don’t blame me too much, though…this is all situational. It’s not like I ever disliked you or anything. It just has to be like this.”

You hear Satoru’s voice again, and this time it sounds dangerous, “Who the fuck is that?”

Anger runs through the man’s features, and he strikes the hand that carries your phone harshly. You yelp loudly both in surprise and in pain. Your phone clatters to the ground, instantly silenced. Probably broken beyond repair.

His words are chastising and almost playful, but he is furious. “You shouldn’t talk to him anymore, (Y/N). That’s not part of our agreement.”

Then he grabs hold of you and begins dragging you out of the room. You scream loudly, kicking and punching him as much as you can as you’re moved against your will. You are a strong sorcerer, but all of your cursed energy and strength has been sapped away by this horrible disease that afflicts you. You are powerless to stop this man.

There’s one thing you were mistaken about. With the crunch your phone made as it shattered against the ground, you assumed it was completely broken. That’s only partly true: the speakers were damaged, no sound coming out, but your phone actually survived. Your microphone continued to pick up every scream and cry you made as you were dragged against your will—kidnapped. He heard every whimper of pain and every plea of yours for the man to stop! and to let you go!

Even in this state, your heart would ache if you had heard the unadulterated fear that gripped his voice as he shouted and screamed for you through his phone.

Even if you didn’t recognize the man who manhandled you out of your apartment, Gojo Satoru has no doubts about who it was. It makes his blood boil thinking about it—he’s never going to forgive him for this, even if they used to be best friends.

a/n 2: Thank you so much for reading, it means a lot!! This got a bit out of my hands, I will admit…I ended up writing some details I hadn’t planned on (and a lot more lol) 😅 But I think it actually makes it more interesting!

TAGLIST: @certainduckanchor @kawaiivillainess98 @arehzhera @starrylibras @mandysfanfics @rain-and-a-nice-nap @csillana @sup-hoes-its-me @llliissuu @hawkdaddy1111 @unoriginalidea

@dcvilxswish @angel-kyo @eliz-lovesgojo @5268r @wooasecret @timetobegone @ceronnica @torusblindfold @mo0nforme @crookedlyaddictedone-blog @dasztasha

@soapysofi @qualitygiantshoepsychic

Some of these tags didn’t work, but I hope it still tags you…Lmk if I typed anything in wrong haha. 😌

[arievir]

| Bully!Satoru Gojo x F!reader | Part 2 |

-> Part 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna. Chapter Summary: After humiliating Gojo in the cafeteria, he has better ways to force pay-back. Hey! That shirt you ruined, was expensive.

Warnings: Oh he is a real piece of shit here with a barely there moral compass. Mentions of humiliation, bul!ying, belittling, teasing. The reader is slowly getting into an auto-pilot mode.

New chapter every week, comment down below if you want to be tagged! ^^

Taglist: @mc-reborn @tvdumarvelhpsimp @alula394 @getoxmahito @knanamii @he4rts444mi @localginger22 @animeisforkings @ran6ia @creative1writings @lenaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @nerdiel-has-no-braincells @zoemaelol @shoutascoffeepot

It feels like pure humiliation, the way you walked off from the cafeteria. Satoru stood there, the warm, sticky gravy sticking to him. It feels like a sensory nightmare. White hot rage simmering through the very marrow of his bones. He exhales, glancing up just to see if there was anyone dumb enough to enjoy his misery he could stomp on. Nobody had the balls to, nobody has the balls to until you come across.

What was your fucking problem?

He walked away from the cafeteria, long strides eager to seek you out and punish you ruthlessly for your deranged and depraved, bratty behaviour. Satoru Gojo is worshipped like the literal god, who the hell are you? Meanwhile, you, amidst all your molten courage flowing in your veins, were the epitome of anxiety. You can't mistake his blazing steamy rage filled blue eyes greying… to be anything but merciful. You're not delusional.

A veiny, pale hand gripped your hair, the other wrapped around your mouth as you were dragged through the lonesome corridor. You whimpered at the burn in your scalp and before you could register what was happening, Satoru was standing in front of you. Baring his hostile teeth as he grits. "You've done it." He's almost amused, contemplating what more he can do to you, what more can you really handle… then again, does it matter if you can or can’t handle?

"Here's what's going to happen…" He pushed himself against your chest, unrelenting at how disgusting you might feel, transferring the filth on his shirt to yours. You struggled like a fish out of water. Satoru is taller, bulkier, stronger and you realize that soon enough.

"You will be my silly little pet, because guess how much this shirt costs?" He chuckled, whispering gravely against the shell of your ear. "1800 dollars, missy."

You feel shocked upon hearing the price, eyes widening as he slowly leaned his hand away so you could speak.

"Either you fucking pay me back, with interest for each day. Or you shut the fuck up and be my silly little pet for a month I will stomp on, my little useless errand girl. Sounds fitting to someone who looks like you, no?" He smirks, watching the colour fade in your eyes. He is sort of impressed by himself, the way he instantaneously thought of such a brilliant idea. That money means nothing to him, but not everyone is that blessed.

Once you finally gathered what was happening, you raised a brow. "Why should I be an errand girl to someone who collided against me and is now begging to be paid for his filthy shirt? Learn to walk properly asshole!" You spit back, eyes siren and jaw gritted.

"Kay then, I will ask your mommy and daddy to pay for their daughter's bullshit." He left your hair, the pain subsiding into a dull ache.

He wasn't fucking serious was he? You and your parents weren't essentially on the best terms, they have just shifted to Tokyo and while they would be willing to pay, your self-respect wouldn't allow you. Your mother would keep taunting you about this for the rest of your life… you really don't want that.

Satoru noticed the shift in your behaviour when he mentioned your parents - "Heh, guess they don't like you either huh?" He smirked, not caring how hard it would jab you. It kinda did.. but you couldn't care less. Not coming from him especially.

"10 days, of me being your errand girl." You wanted to be ploughed down into death once you uttered these words. There was nothing you could do anyways. Parents involving, not so much…

"A month." Satoru shrugged, smirking. He has you exactly where he wants. His sole goal is to make you cry every single day and make sure you apologize for being a little shit to him.

"And, you do whatever the fuck I say you to. If I tell you to clean my shoe with your tongue, you 'fucking' clean my shoe with your tongue."

Oh it felt like dying, like you were stabbed endlessly by a thousand swords when he said that.

"How do I know after a month you wouldn't bother me or my parents with the money?" Satoru raised a brow, smirking. "I'm a man of my word, little bitch." He squeezed your face in a single hand, watching your puckered lips. "I say you're free after a month, then you're free after a month, though you'll wish every single day that you paid me back." He chuckled, rolling his eyes as he let go of your face with a jerk, letting the back of your head collide a little with the wall.

You were so cute, small, stompable…

"See me when the school ends."

Satoru walked away with that, and your shoulders slumped. This is what it has truly come to? You needed some time to yourself after this, why are you always so pushy and so cocky? What if you didn't humiliate him… a month of sheer torture is what you've signed up for, just to not be tortured by your mother. Besides, it's a lot of money and you don't think your parents owe you because a shitty ass senior got pissed.

You dragged your feet to him, after the school ended. His whole group was present, they were busy chitchatting. Satoru perked up like a spoiled brat the moment his eyes glazed through you beneath the glasses. "My little lap bitch is hereeee~" He perked, walking towards you and smirking at how you grimace when you see the way he was treating you.

"Go, fetch us popsickles." He grinned, giving you the money. You didn't say anything, trying oh so hard not to slap him across the face and breathing out. "Mkay."

You looked up, counting the number of people, "Excluding yourself, no popsickles for you." He simply shrugged.

Oh he was getting beneath your nerves so bad. "I wouldn't buy them for myself." You explained anyway, "Don't wan' em." With that, you walked away, getting to the vending machine and getting those fucking popsickles which you rather wish were poisoned so he dies for good.

When you're back, he made sure you give them to everyone, made sure you give it to him- after opening the packet- and then dropped it.

"Whoops, gotta run again lil girl." He chuckled, his friends were… stunned too. Satoru is a cunt, they all know that. He pushes people through their limits but he's never been this much of an asshole towards any girl. Maybe because none of them did anything except slither around him and worship him.

You tear up, you have never… felt this humiliated in your life ever. Nanami gives his popsickle to Satoru, "Here, Gojo san. I don't want it. Please take it." He is so polite, kind… but his Senpai had other plans.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" He raises his voice a little, and you are left with nothing but a reminder of him demanding this money from your parents. Your feet are stoned to the ground though, unmoving. "Okay." You managed to say again, taking a deep breath as you force yourself to the vending machine yet again, bringing back his popsickle.

You thought highschool would be fun, you would make new friends, go to karaoke parties, excel in subjects, in extra curriculars, whatnot.. you never expected yourself landing into the clutches of rich asshole Gojo Satoru.

Once you're back, you unwrap it again and give it to him. For fuck's sake he finally accepted.

"Kay, gimme your number." He extends his hand with his phone on it, letting you reluctantly add your number and saving it as 'Servant'. Showing it to you to rub salt on your wounds. "Off you go, see you tomorrow." He smiled. You were relieved you don't need to see his face for the rest of the day.

Once you reached home, you cried. All the emotions overwhelming you all at once. Guess he was right, he will make you cry everyday..

The rest of the day passes by in a haze before you find yourself back in school again.

"OH good morning little errand girl!" Satoru's presence looms, he was waiting for you at the entrance, you looked up at him. Not responding for now. You needed to get to class. OH so you're being indifferent now? Satoru is pissed…

"So eager to go to class, I have a job for you though!" He snickers, watching your stompy feet come to a pause. Good, you were still listening. He will push you a little more. "During the lunch time, go and bring my lunch for me, kay? You won't eat unless I finish." He smirked, walking away.

The problem is… it's not fun anymore. At least… not how it was when you retaliated. Maybe he shouldn't have used the money thing and just teased you when you had the means to push it back. You just nodded and left.

During the lunch time, you did as directed. Bringing his plate to him in front of everyone… oh it satiated his silly little ego so much.

Though he wonders if you will snap… finally. If not, he can just push it. No? He extends his hand to Haibara who reluctantly gave his water bottle to Satoru.

Before you could process what happened, you were drenched. The white shirt now translucent, showing your bra. Everyone laughed, some of them were gawking at how the shirt does no justice to you, now that it sticks to your skin, you look much more delectable. "Oops, my hand slipped." He says again, though he knows he's pushed this one too hard. Today was only the second day. Besides, a vile feeling erupted beneath him when he felt others gawk at you. Look away. Look. THE FUCK. AWAY.

Rolling his eyes, he puts his blazer on you, "Here, go get changed.." He mumbled, your silence was not helping. Not fucking helping when you shivered at the coldness of your body, how you just… took it. You didn't even cry, this was to be expected from him anyways.

You nodded, walking towards the infirmary alone. "For fuck's sake…" Satoru snarled, whatever left of his inner conscience slapping him hard as he followed you to it. Making sure you change your clothes and gave you a juice.

You were silent again, taking it from him. "Got nothing to say?" He raises a brow, "I thought you were all big and mean…" He emphasized again.

"Nothing to say. I expected worse." You shrugged, walking away. You expected 'worse'? What kind of worse…

"What the fuck do you mean?" He holds your wrist, "You know, like beating me the fuck up or something." You looked at his eyes. Wow… you truly think of him as vile and disgusting don't you? Why does it pinch him so hard? He's done nothing but bother you and made you believe he is trash.

"Kay." He mumbles, walking away. He's the one bullying you and he's the one being bullied at the same time.

Satoru Gojo doesn't bother you for the rest of the week and the weekend after.

Monday… he asks you to hold his bag for him all the way to his home. Watches you cutely manage both yours and his bag when he could easily hold your bag and you…

You're panting softly when you reach the Gojo estate, cutting the call from your mother and texting her you'll be late. "Here's your bag." You gave it to him and he took it from you easy peasy. "Alright, well.." He can see the sweat beads on your forehead, the way you are twisting your shoulder for relief. Suguru has already stopped talking to him because of this behaviour. You look cute, even when you piss him off so bad.

"Go run home." Satoru scoffs and leaves. Maybe he should just shorten the duration from a month to 15 days… but then, would you become the rebel he liked you to be or would you just ignore him…. contemplation, contemplation… and lots of contemplation.

[arievir]

Sundered 9: RESOLVE

Pairing: Gojo x reader

• Part 1  |  Part 2   | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 …+

Genre: Angst

tags/cw: angst, babydaddy!gojo, babymomma!reader, motherhood, insecurities, arguments, mentions of abortion

word count: 7.8k

a/n: sorry, it took so long. i had problems lol mb

You can’t remember at what point everything started going right but you’re not complaining.

 “I don’t think I can continue like this. I don’t think we should continue like this.” 

“Like what?” You looked up at him, a look of worry filling your wide eyes. He stared down at you with an expression you can’t read. You felt his hands trail beside you, before cupping your cheeks, kissing your lips softly. “Toji, was I not-” And he was quick to quell you

“No, Y/N. It’s not on you, stop putting everything on yourself, baby.” He hates that the first thing you think when something fails is your fault. He hates that he’s making you feel like you’re the only one who needs to put in the work. 

After your arguments, Toji’s been thinking that his emphasis on how you’re being pointlessly jealous of a dead person is why you think you’re the only one who has to make big adjustments. That’s probably why you think you have to put in the most effort to make this work.

“Then, what is it? I thought we were doing well, Toji.” The worried look on your face mixed with frustration as you took a step back from him, rubbing your face with your hands. “We are doing well, Y/N.” He was firm with his answer, and you know he’s telling the truth. But why? “We work so well together. But this isn’t the relationship we deserve.” He sighed.

“That doesn’t make sense, Toji.” You pursed your lips, emotions getting stronger. “If we work so well together, then how can you say that this isn’t what we deserve?” You sat on the bed, patiently waiting for an answer.

“We deserve to be in a relationship where we don’t have to remind ourselves how we should be constantly.” Toji mentally cursed himself for putting you in such a situation early in the morning but he doesn’t think he could sleep another peaceful night with everything in his mind. 

“Relationships are things that flow naturally, Y/N. You do not do things just because you have to, or just because somebody told you to do it. You shouldn’t feel like you have to remind yourself what to do.” He breathed heavily, sounding as if he’d been practicing this in his head for a while now. “Is that how you feel with me?” You tried him, only to get the question back.

“Is that not how you feel with me?” Your silence answered his question. There was a pool of hot liquid in your eyes that you wouldn’t allow to fall. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Think of the strain that you’ve been putting on yourself, Y/N. Tell me you had not once thought of letting it all go even just for a second.”

A sob erupted from your throat; one that you didn’t see coming. It’s a thought you always choose to ignore because you really want to try hard for him, for this thing to work. Now, you understand when they say that sometimes it’s more painful to hold on than to let go.

As if getting burnt by holding on to a rope too tightly, hoping that the other end would stop pulling away.

But right now, Toji’s slowly being torn away from you. And you can’t do anything about this unbearable pain that feels like it could tear you apart; limb for limb. You realize that even if he doesn’t pull away, you’d still end up being hurt for this rope that you are holding on to is too far out of your reach. 

“Toji… I don’t know, I thought I found something good with you. And now it just felt like I’m losing all of it like I’m losing—” Toji quickly shushed you, hugging you ever so tightly to him and it scared you. It almost felt like he was letting you memorize the comfort of his body against yours because this was the last time you’d be feeling it.

“You’re not losing me, love.” He consoled you and though, you can’t express it, the words brought you comfort. “I just don’t think we’re meant to be in this setup but that doesn’t mean you’re losing me.” And just like that, the pain was back again.

“Do I not deserve it?” You asked him, almost flinching at your words when you promised yourself you’d never ask anyone that. Toji sighed, taking both of your hands and bringing them to his lips. “Not this. You deserve more than this. You deserve to be genuinely happy without sacrificing anything, without feeling spent.”

You can’t remember, or more like you chose not to carve into your memory how that day ended. The only image you can see in your head is how he cuddled you to sleep, woke you up to eat with him and the kids, and went home. You remember him saying that they could always visit. And you hated yourself for doubting him.

“Mama, look it.” You heard your baby talking to you as she showed you the screen of your phone. It was Toji. It surprised you that you weren’t crying, or hurting as much as you thought you would. Maybe it’s because of the reassurance that you received from him. 

And it’s not something like hoping that you’d be back together again but it’s more of a security that you didn’t just lose such a good man in your life; even as a friend. “Yeah?” You answered, pulling your toddler closer to you just as she started to move near the edge of the bed. “Just wanna know how you're doing.” 

You chuckled, finding it funny that your now ex is calling you, indirectly checking if you’re still crying. It’s normal for him to expect that kind of thing but the difference between this and other breakups is that you actually ended on good terms and with valid reasons, seeking only the best for each other.

“I am a bit ok, surprisingly.” You answered, you heard a sigh from the other end of the line and a tiny laugh from Megumi, probably watching something on his iPad. You looked at your daughter, thinking if she’ll start looking for her little friend tomorrow and how you’re going to handle that. 

“I’m sorry.” You rubbed your eyes, humming at his words. “This is for the best, I guess.” You spoke, remembering how you used to tell that to yourself when you found out that Satoru got himself a new girlfriend; throwing all his promises out the window and choosing to move forward away from you. 

“You know Yui can still come over for play dates, right?” He spoke as if reading your mind. Toji knows of your concern about this matter as you expressed it earlier to him. Yui has spent a lot of time with Megumi and you know how she is with him because he’s her real first close friend.

“I won’t mind if she’ll be dropped off by Satoruf, he could even accompany her with you guys. I won’t mind, really. I know Megumi will ask for Yui.” He laughed lightly, patiently waiting for your answer, only to receive a hum.

“Y/N, you’re free to make decisions now—” You know that he’s talking about your reconciliation with Satoru but to be very honest, that’s not in your mind right now. You might be yearning for that whole family, and you can see Satoru’s progress but that doesn’t mean you can just bounce back like that. 

“I don’t know, that’s not how I really feel, I think  I should focus on building myself as an independent person for now.” You pursed your lips and you could just imagine him nodding his head to your words. “It’ll happen if it’s meant to happen.” You know that Yui needs her father, and you know that if she could talk to you right now, she’d probably wish for the two of you to be together with her.

But you want to know if this thing you’re feeling for Satoru is real or if it’s only because you longed to give your daughter that fulfillment. It’s not a bad thing to want that for her but you don’t know if you can handle another heartbreak for rushing things. “I’ll just let things be for now.” You added, sighing deeply.  

The conversation with Toji went on for a couple of minutes before you said your goodbyes. You know it won’t be like this every night and that makes your chest squeeze but it’d only feel like forcing things if you asked him for that. You’ll move forward. Like you always do. Your child is growing and maybe it’s about time she learns something valuable from you.

—---------------------------------------

“Da!” The little girl squealed as her father entered your apartment. She got up and ran to him, almost tripping on one of her toys. “Careful. I’m not going away.” He picked her up, kissing her cheek. You closed the door behind you, rushing to kick away the things on the floor. It’s still a bit messy because you’re trying to get her ready for the day before you head to work.

“You’re early.” You spoke to him, watching them sit on the couch. “I’m…uh, cooking something. Have you had breakfast?” You bite your top lip as you turn away from them. “I had coffee.” Yui was trying to put a clip on his hair, laughing when she thought she got it done. “Come, eat with us, then.” You picked your daughter up, heading to the kitchen.

“Mama! ‘Gumi?” You put her in her chair, sighing lightly at the mention of her playmate. It has been almost three weeks and you still haven’t told Satoru about what happened with Toji and you. He’s not asking either, but you can tell he’s curious, eyeing you as he enters the small kitchen.

“He’s at daycare. Maybe next week, when Mama’s not busy, alright?” You spoke, placing the food in front of her, and pressing on the plate to make sure that it was stuck on the surface. “Haven’t seen them around.” Satoru cleared his throat, playing it cool as he didn’t want to seem like he was intruding into your “love life.”

“They, uh, they won’t be around so much anymore.” You put the plates on the table, tucking a hair behind your ear as you turned. Satoru pursed his lips, not wanting to pry any longer but the next sentence made his eyebrows raise. “We kinda…Toji and I broke up. So, if not for the kids, we won’t-“ 

“Since when?” If it was before Satoru would probably be thinking about how this is a chance for him but right now, as he sat on that kitchen table, all he could feel was worry. He thinks that you really love Toji and he became your rock during the times when your baby daddy’s acting up.

“Almost three weeks ago. It’s, uh, nothing too heavy. The relationship just became too much.” Satoru doesn’t know if it’s right for him to say “sorry.” He’s scared that it might break you and he doesn’t want to see you cry again. 

He made you cry many times and he hated himself for it. He can’t help but feel like any anger he might harbor towards Toji would be… invalid.  “I didn't think dating when you both already have kids would be so different than when you don’t.” You chuckled half-heartedly. 

“We just don’t think it could stand in the long run, so…” You shrugged, finally sitting down after you placed the glass pitcher on the table. You peeked at Satoru, attempting to read the expression on his face. 

“Look, I know Yui’s always been our priority but if you need a bit of time for yourself, you know you can leave Yui with me.” He cracked his knuckles, not sure of how to help you with this. “You should take a break from work, if you think that’s what you need, I will-“ You placed a hand on his arm, stopping him.

There’s not much he can offer that wouldn’t make it look like he’s trying to take advantage of the situation. That’s the last thing he wants you to think. He thought you were a bit gloomy during the past couple of weeks and assumed it was just a lover’s quarrel or something.

“Thanks. But it’s alright. We’re good, we’re just…not dating anymore.” You let out a laugh, retracting your hand away as you reached for the towel to wipe your daughter’s food-stained cheek. “Megumi and Yui still play together, I mean they’re besties now, right?” Yui giggled at the mention of her friend.

“That’s nice, he’s her first friend.” Satoru smiled genuinely. Aside from Yui’s occasional babbles, Satoru and you ate in silence. Eating together at your home is beginning to become a normal, regular thing now. And for some reason, it doesn’t worry you anymore. 

Getting Yui ready took a bit more time than it should have when she wanted her Dad to pick her clothes. Of course, none of you could say no. You quickly brought out your phone to take a photo of her and her father, holding hands as they stood before the clothes she took out of her drawer.

“It’s chilly. You can’t wear that.” You commented on the shirt she brought out. With a pout on her lips, she continued to pull on her clothes. “We’ll pair it with something. Yeah?” Satoru consoled her, earning a smile from the little girl. “I’ll make the two of you fold all of that.” You joked before turning to pick up a few scattered clothes. 

You checked her bag one last time, counting all the things she needed in your mind. You can hear her laughing as Satoru struggles to put on her boots. She is the happiest when he’s in the house. You fear that she’ll soon start asking about why her father lives in a different house, unlike most kids. 

“You don’t have to worry so much if she left something. We’ll probably be here tomorrow, you know how she is.” Satoru laughed, lifting the child. It’s true that even during the days when she’s supposed to be with her dad, she still asks him to see you. There was one time when they showed up at your work and everybody thought that you’re back together.

“It could be something important.” You sighed, leaning in to give your daughter a kiss. “Be good.” She nodded her head, wiggling her brows in the process, knowing that it never fails to make you laugh. Satoru can’t help but stare, statued by how close you are to each other; paralyzed by the fact that this could’ve been better if he never did what he did.

“Don’t forget the face creams at night, please.” You reminded him, stepping away as you locked eyes. “Of course.” He took the bag, walking towards the door with you trailing closely behind them. “Buh-bye!” She waved at you from her car seat. You watched as Satoru made sure it was locked before closing the door behind him.

“See you in a few days, Mama.” He spoke playfully, and you know that he’s just trying to say it for your daughter but it made your heart swell for some reason, a blush forcing its way to your cheek. This has been happening a lot with him, even when you were still with Toji. You tried to convince yourself that you were just “caught off guard.”

Work kept you busy for the whole day. It wasn’t long until you found yourself on your couch, smiling at the video Satoru sent you. Yui was holding an elephant bowl full of ice cream, focused on the movie playing on the screen. Their matching lilac pajamas made everything more adorable. After sending a reply, you put your phone down.

Days and weeks went by fast. Megumi and Yui played at the park together last week. You thought it’d be awkward but it was pretty much the same with Toji minus the intimacy. He was still chill to be with and he was still very caring towards you. And you admired him for all of it.

“I ran into them at the mall once. I think they went toy shopping.” He spoke, looking over at the kids as they struggled to understand how to make the seesaw work on their own. “Oh yeah, he mentioned that one time.” You replied, before giving a warning to your daughter who’s now so ready to climb the metal board.

Your mind went back to the image of Satoru coming in with boxes and bags, and a little kid trailing behind him, holding on to the hem of his jacket. He couldn’t even carry her because of everything but she was overjoyed, showing off her new stuff. 

“You can’t leave all that here. Her room isn’t big, Satoru.” You sighed, picking your daughter up, “You already have so many toys.” You reminded her but she wasn’t listening at all. “It’s alright, I’ll bring them to my house,” Satoru spoke as he put them on the couch. 

Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever save up enough to get a bigger space for you and Yui. Satoru once brought it up, offering help but you don’t want that. You’re not together, so to you, being able to provide and improve on your own for your daughter is a goal. You trust that things’ll get better for you, even if you’re alone.

“You two working it out?” Toji's voice brought you out of your memory. You looked at him for a couple of seconds, and he just stared back at you, like he just asked the most normal question an ex could ask. “N-no. He’s not even trying, I mean he never even explicitly tried to show any hint. I doubt that any of us are thinking about that right now.” You rambled and he just nodded.

You didn’t mean to blurt out something like that so casually. But in all honesty, that made you more comfortable and less tense about all of this. He doesn’t make you feel awkward at all. He doesn’t make you feel like you’re stuck in your past with him. It’s almost as if he’s just been a friend, a very close one, all this time.

There was a moment of easy silence between the two of you. You can only hear the noises from the other kids and the two in front of you. But it wasn’t long until it was broken by Toji. “He loves you, you know?” You feel like even the sound of your breaths paused. “I’m not saying that you should force yourself to try again with him. I just want you to know that Satoru genuinely loves you.”

Thinking about it now, you realize that you and Toji never really talked like this about your relationship with Satoru before. It’s always just the problems and the past that you always claimed to be only bitter memories now. 

Toji leaned back on the chair, not caring if you were answering or not. He’s good at sensing the atmosphere, and you’re not in a way bothered by the topic. You were surprised to hear it from him, of course, but you don’t feel troubled at all. 

“Satoru and I had a talk once, just the two of us. I was expecting less from him due to how he treated you before.” He crossed his arms on his chest, eyes wandering as he recalled, “But he was so sure with his words, I was kind of taken aback.” He chuckled, and you wondered what his exact words were.

“No offense, but I feel like that was the only time I really looked at him as a man; a grown man.” He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “I know 'cause I’ve been there.” He nodded, sounding softer and you just know who he’s thinking about. “The resolve; the determination in him even when he knows that it’s impossible.”

“He has to work on a lot of things. He’s got so much to reflect on.” You sighed, unsure of how to react, not because you rejected the information but because it got your heart drumming in your chest. “We gotta grow as individuals. And if we’re meant to be together, it’s…it’ll happen on its own.” You chuckled, swallowing dryly. 

You don’t know if that scares you or excites you for the future. But you know that it’s gonna be so much better than before.

—---------------------------------------

6 Months Later

“Mama why? Mama why?” You heard Satoru laugh loudly at your daughter's words. She’s been repeating the same words over and over since you started getting her ready. Her hair was up extra nice today and she’s staring at her gown hanging near the dresser.

“Mama whats go on? Huh, Mama?” She asked again, sending Satoru into another fit of laughter. “Baby, I’ve been saying. It’s Yui Day today. Your birthday.” You smiled at her kindly, securing the cute hair clips on her head. “I don’t think she’s fully taken any of this in.” Satoru sat on her bed, looking at the two of you.

Her grandfather volunteered to take care of the preparations at Satoru’s house. The helpers arrived early in the morning and Satoru left him there to pick the two of you up and to help get his little girl ready. You’re still in your house clothes and you’re not even a step closer to being ready. 

“Go take a shower, I got her.” Satoru arrived just as you were fixing Yui’s hair. “Okay, the shoes are over there. Put the headband on after the dress so it won’t mess up her hair.” You reminded him as you stood up. “Yes, Ma’am.” The little girl jumped towards him pointing at her dress. You stepped out and got ready as quickly as you can. 

You were supposed to wear the dress you bought the other week. It wasn’t much and you were worried that it might not look that good, especially with the guests that will come over. You didn’t want to look cheap but you wanted to save so you went for something that goes in the middle. 

To your surprise, when Satoru brought Yui’s gown and shoes, he got another set with him. You thought it was for some outfit change but he soon revealed, albeit shyly, that he thought the dress matched the theme of your daughter’s party so he got it for you. It was a designer dress and a pair of shoes. 

“I’d…I’ll pay for this, alright? I can’t just—” He cut you off with a close-lipped smile and a gentle sight. “Y/N, I know it’s hard to accept this but I already had lots of shortcomings with you and Yui. This doesn’t mean anything, don’t worry. I’m not trying to, you know, I just want you to feel your best during our daughter’s birthday.” He spoke, nervousness still clear in his voice.

“B-but you’re free to decline it if you don’t feel comfortable, sorry, I can take it back to the—” This time you cut him off with a laugh, “I’m sorry this is just so… expensive. I don’t know how to feel if I just openly accept it from you.” You placed the box on the table behind you, sitting down in hopes of changing the atmosphere. 

“Okay, then…just consider this as a gift since I, uh, failed to get you one on your last birthday.” He breathed out the last part as if it was a heavy feeling in his chest that he couldn’t push past his lips. It isn’t as heavy as it was to you though.

Your last birthday was painful to remember, probably the worst one you had ever since you were born even if you never had a big celebration your whole life aside from when you were with Satoru. Last year, your birthday was on the same day as Satoru’s co-parenting schedule. 

That time you were hoping that he and Yui would celebrate it with you. But that morning, he came in with Naomi. With hickeys peeking from his jacket, messy hair, and swollen lips, they picked Yui up. You remember your daughter babbling about “Mama day” in a much less understood baby talk that Naomi still caught.

“Oh, is it your birthday? She said ‘mama day’, right?” Her bright eyes shined at you, dimples showing as she smiled but it didn’t lessen the ache in your chest. “Oh, sorry. Happy birthday.” Satoru spoke, proceeding to take his daughter’s belongings. “We should’ve picked Yui up in the afternoon so, they could spend time together.” She suggested, laughing awkwardly.

“What time did you book the Children’s Museum trip?” Satoru halted, his back turned to you. You were about to interrupt, afraid that you were starting to look too pitiful for the lovebirds in front of you and your child. “It starts at 10:00.” She spoke, adjusting the toddler on her hip. “It’s 9:19.” Satoru read his watch, biting his lips with his eyebrows scrunched together.

“We can’t really leave her now, the Children’s Museum isn’t open every day. You can…uh—” He tried to think, turning to you but you can’t take it anymore. “N-no. It’s alright. You—Yui have fun, baby, alright? We’ll go out when you’re back home.” You waved at the child and her smile soothed you. Almost.

“Happy birthday, Y/N, sorry.” Naomi smiled, avoiding your eyes and you hated it. You hated that she felt sorry for you. You hated that they felt sorry for you. “Enjoy your day.” She added, turning around as she urged your daughter to wave again. “We’ll get going, sorry again. Happy birthday.” He spoke lowly, earning a fake smile and a nod from you.

You closed the door before you could even see him put his hand on her waist and guide them to his car. It was supposed to be. That should be the three of you. You wiped the stray tear that fell from your eyes with the back of your hand. That day, you stayed at home, slept until your mother came and brought food, and refused to tell her the story. 

That night you stayed awake, wondering how many falls a heart can take before it turns to dust, never to be recovered again.

“Done?” Satoru’s voice brought you back to reality. Your eyes flickered to the reflection of the door in the mirror. You were about to respond when the door burst open, and your child trudged in, almost falling as she squealed. “Mama! Pretty Mama!” She pulled at her skirt, turning. “Wow, lovely. You’re so beautiful, baby!” You cooed at her as she hugged your robe-covered waist.

“Dada put this. Dada! This!” You can tell how excited she is by how she shows off everything; from her headband to her anklets and shoes. She even shows it to her father even if he’s the one who dressed her up. You chuckled in amusement, all the pain numbed as your eyes focused on the present.

You looked over at Satoru who tries to look everywhere but you. Your hair’s still wet from the shower, and you’re still in your robe, all bare underneath and you can’t believe it took you this long to realize that. “You’re so pretty, how about we take pictures downstairs? Or with your toys?” He tried to convince her, wanting to give you time to dress up.

“Mama come!” She pulls at you, “Mama has to wear her pretty dress too, so you’ll be twins.” Satoru quickly picked her up, smiling at you as her daughter babbled excitedly, allowing him to distract her as he closed the door behind them. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror once more, drying your hair quietly.

Thinking back on what Toji said, you can’t just believe them after everything Satoru has done.

—---------------------------------------

You can feel Satoru’s light touch as the three of you pose for the final picture of the day before the party ends. It has been such a long day. Yui happily walked around, clapping at the guests when they sang her a birthday song; quite the opposite of what you thought would happen. You and Satoru received a lot of statements and questions as you were greeting the visitors too.

“Oh, you’re back together again, that’s great!” His aunt said to which he quickly answered with a chuckle, “I’d love that, but no.” You smiled at the old lady, thankful for the understanding face rather than pushing.

“I knew you’d be back to Y/N!” His cousin winked at you, raising a fist bump which you couldn’t really reject. Satoru nodded his head, glancing at you awkwardly at how loud the man was being  “When did you guys get back together?” He elbowed him like he was so sure of the information. 

“We’re not…really back together. We’re…This is co-parenting.” Satoru took Yui from you. “Say hi.” And that’s how he changed that topic. He met Yui once when she was a baby and to say that he was mesmerized by how much she looked like Satoru now is an understatement. “How did you manage to turn yourself into a little girl.” He and Satoru laughed and you excused yourself to greet some of your relatives who attended. 

“I would be mad but, oh well, anything that makes that little doll happy.” Your grandma sighed, smiling as she hugged you. “We’re not back together. I’ll bring her here in a bit.” You muttered, pulling at your dress. “That’s a nice dress you have, it looks expensive, honey.” Your mother complimented.

“Yeah, Satoru got it…f-for me. So, uh, we could match the theme. He organized this.” You smiled nervously, worried at how her eyebrows raised. “I’ll be back, Mom.” You added with a little wave before going back to Satoru and Yui who were now looking at you in distress as she got taken by Satoru’s friend.

“Don’t take him back.” was Shoko’s first words to you as you reached them, making the whole table and you laugh. “Stop it.” Satoru grunted, “Give me my kid back if you’re going to be like that.” He rolled his eyes playfully before meeting yours. “He’s still far from that.” You replied, making them laugh again. Satoru knows that you aren’t joking at all.

It’s funny how the people around you have different views regarding reconciliation with him. And you, you don’t want to think of it. Or more like you’re scared to think of it. 

Because you fear that deep in your heart, you still yearn for all of it.

“Yui!” A voice called and when you turned around it was Megumi in his cut little outfit that almost matched Yui’s dress. “Oh gosh, you’re so cute ‘Gumi!” You cooed, hugging the little boy. He would look down at his shirt and back at you as if to show it off. Your eyes wandered around for Toji and you found him speaking to your Mother. You smiled as he waved at you.

“I didn’t see you guys come in.” You spoke as you got close to them. “Sorry, we’re a bit late. He wanted to get another gift.” Toji laughed, nodding at Megumi’s direction who was now walking towards your table with Satoru and Yui. “Thanks for coming.” Satoru encouraged, a little awkwardly.

“Megumi wouldn’t miss his best friend’s birthday.” Toji reached over to fix his son's clothes. You stayed for a bit to talk with Toji and your mom, Satoru took the kids to the photo booth to play with the other kids at the party. 

And now you’re walking the last few of the helpers out the door, thanking them for the smooth flow of the event. Yui already fell asleep on Satoru’s shoulder, just like her little friend. Toji went home with a sleepy Megumi who refused to get carried by his dad and insisted on walking despite the constant stumbling.

Thanking Satoru’s Dad before he heads home, he gives the two of you a piece of advice: “I hope you two are not thinking too much of what to do with what you have.” You both didn’t know what to say. You don’t even get it at first but when he spoke again, it all made sense.

“It will happen if it’s meant to happen. Like before. When you were blessed with this angel.” He softly stroked Yui’s cheek, chuckling when her nose twitched. “Well, that’s all. You’re both doing just great. Satoru, stop worrying about the things with your mom. Leave that to me.” With that, he bid goodbye and left. 

You had to stop yourself from being too curious about what happened with Satoru and his mother. All that you know is that he broke up with Naomi and you thought that she probably tried to stop him, of course. What’s bugging you is the fact that his father had to comfort him about it. Would it be too much to ask?

“Let’s go inside.” He ushered, adjusting his daughter in his arms and patting her head as she wiggled a little before going back to sleep. “I’m glad we hired helpers. I don’t think I can handle cleaning after all of that.” He laughed, carefully sitting on the couch. “I don’t know how celebrities do meet and greets. I feel so drained.” You agreed sitting down on the loveseat.

“I can’t believe she’s three now. It’s like she was still so tiny a few months ago.” His whispers were low; gentle. You could hear all the love in his voice and the tired yet contented look on his face as he gazed lovingly at his child. She could be getting a sibling now, but you fucked around. You caught yourself thinking, biting your lip at the realization of how silly you’re being.

After a short conversation, Satoru decided to put her in her bed. You’re sure that she’ll be awake in an hour or two. You agreed to stay the night here since you considered that Yui might want to open her gifts by the end of the party. She already opened some earlier due to curiosity but got distracted multiple times and ended up forgetting about them. 

“Oh, shit.” You whispered, rummaging through the baby bag with her feet on your lap. You were trying to clean her a little but you ran out of wipes and you forgot to put the extra pack due to the rush this early morning. You carefully placed her feet down to get up and find Satoru. You saw him in his front yard, putting away some things that had been used earlier.

“Does she have wet wipes here? The one in her bag ran out.” You asked him, stepping out of the house. “Yeah, it’s in my bedside drawer, do you mind getting it?” He spoke, carrying a foldable table to the other end of the yard, “Okay.” You found his bedroom door ajar and let yourself in.

Did he specify which one? There are two bedside tables. You went to the closest one, opening the first drawer. You knew you were looking for the wipes and that’s why you came here, you mentally noted that anything in here does not concern you and thus, must not be meddled with. 

But right now you’re staring at the brown envelope with a hospital address and a name with the  “MD, OB-GYN” title plastered on it. You don’t have to have a degree to understand that. You can feel your heart slowly picking up a pace as you think of all the possible meanings of it.

Was Naomi pregnant and they decided to abort it? Did Satoru make her do it? What if he made her do it because of the fact that he still wants to be with you? You can’t really do anything if that’s why but it makes you feel…accountable. Is this why they broke up on bad terms that even his mother doesn’t want to see him anymore?

The envelope was staring back at you and you can’t help but feel like touching it; opening it. You can get your answer right now if you just read what’s inside this quickly. You won’t have to think about all of this anymore. The voice in your head silenced the approaching footsteps and the sound of Satoru’s voice calling your name.

A shadow was cast upon you and the paper. You looked up to see Satoru staring at the envelope with slightly wide eyes. He quickly closed the cabinet, swallowing as he avoided your eyes. “Sorry, I forgot to mention.” He moved away to get the wipes from the other drawer. “It-it’s here.” He walked quickly, urging you to get moving. “Let’s go before she wakes up—”

“What was that, Satoru?” You don’t care how this made you sound as you grabbed his arm preventing him from leaving the room. He wouldn’t have reacted that way; he wouldn’t have disregarded the matter if it wasn’t something to be hidden. Why did he look so alarmed that you saw it? Like you’re not supposed to know about it.

“It was an old test, I forgot to throw it away.” He rasped, staring at your lips; staring everywhere but your eyes. “I know how to read. The date it was delivered shouldn’t be far from the day the test was done, right?” You half blinked, breathing in as you told yourself to calm down. You don’t know how you’d feel if he told you that’s none of your business. 

“Was Naomi pregnant when you broke up with her?” Your voice was a bit more steady, “No.” He sounded small and you could tell that whatever was going on inside his head wasn’t easy to verbalize. “Then, what’s there to hide about it?” You don’t need him to tell you, you could tell that you weren’t supposed to see that.

“I fear that I might be getting a little too overconfident about your feelings for me but—” You lowered your eyes, embarrassed at how that sounded and a bit thankful for being cut off. “She was never pregnant. Sh-she tried…while I was intoxicated. I got her examined.” Satoru rambled, obviously triggered by your words. 

“She what?” You looked at him, brows furrowed and eyes wide, finding it hard to believe the assumption in your head. “I got drunk. She…she tried to…” He walked towards that drawer, pulling out the envelope and the paper inside. 

“Y/N, read it. I couldn't… I didn’t want to tell you. I didn’t want to vent about this to you because that’s all I’ve been doing, I just want to give you all the good now. I’ll try, Y/N, I promise.” At this point, you don’t even know what he’s trying to explain to you but the welling tears in his eyes and the coldness of his fingers against your skin was enough to pull you to him.

The papers were dropped to the floor as you held him to you. His head was bowed down as he cried on your shoulder as if this was the first day he was allowed to cry about this; as if this was the first time he could hold on to someone while the fear, anger, and shame tore him to pieces.

He held onto you as he sobbed his heart out after holding it all in for so long.

He doesn’t deserve this. No matter what he did or said, Satoru doesn’t deserve this. After everything, you can see how much he’s trying. Despite not being promised anything, he’s giving his all. It wouldn’t be easy to forget and it won’t be easy to trust. But the love you feel for this man comes too naturally to be contained.

“You didn’t deserve that…” You hushed him, hearing him blame himself was shattering. Does his mother know? Why did she disappear as well? What really happened? “Satoru, what happened with your Mom?” His breath hitches. The grown man in the room is now in the form of a child, looking for a hand to hold.

“She knew about it.” His cheeks were wet and his eyes bloodshot as he looked up, running his fingers through his hair. You thought there was something wrong that day. But you didn’t think it could be this bad. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t want to ruin this day, this is our baby girl’s day, I shouldn’t have-“

“Satoru, don’t talk like that. That’s beyond your control.” His breaths were shaky. You doubt that even his closest friends knew about this. “My dad and I placed a restraining order against them. I can’t look at those people the same way anymore.” His eyes were closed as he took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about what you’d feel or think if you accidentally found out…like now. I should’ve explained earlier.” He was referring to your assumptions earlier. “I know it’s hard. I’m sorry, I jumped to conclusions.” You don’t know how long the two of you were staring into each other’s eyes but a voice took you out of the little world that you share. 

“Mama…” A cute, sleepy voice called out from outside of the bedroom. “I’ll get her. Calm your mind, Satoru. It’s over. We’re here.” You have no idea how big of an impact those words had on Satoru. He almost wanted to cry again, to pull you close and cry to you again. 

To see your back walking out of this bedroom door, but this time with the promise of being on the other side, waiting. 

He sat there for a few more minutes, releasing all the heaviness in his chest before getting up to wash his face. Leaning on the doorframe of his daughter’s room, he saw you putting on her little sweaters as you sat barefoot on the floor. “Gumi sing me.” The child spoke with enthusiasm. “He did? What did he sing?” You encouraged, fixing her clothes. 

“Can you sing me a song too?” He interrupted, walking in to sit down with you. It was all it took for Satoru to forget what happened earlier. Eating at home with the two of you always feels like an answered prayer. After that, you helped the child open her gifts until way past her sleeping hours.

Walking you to the guest room felt like the first time you lived together; awkward yet heartwarming. Of course, no boundaries were crossed. He wouldn’t try. And you won’t allow it. At least he got to wish you a good night and sweet dreams again.

—---------------------------------------

Days, weeks, and months went by fast. It’s already been 4 months since Yui’s birthday and now you’re walking with her and Satoru at a grocery store. “Yui, this is for the stuff we will buy, this is not a stroller.” You explained as she tried to get Satoru to put her in the pushcart. 

He wasn’t supposed to be with you here but it’s Yui’s pick-up day and you decided that you need to get some stuff. Satoru asked if he and Yui could join you since he doesn’t have anything planned except for an early movie night with his little girl. “You’re not a little baby anymore.” She hit Satoru’s chest as he pouted teasingly at her.

“Hey. We don’t hit.” You talked to her sternly, making her put her head on her father’s chest, whispering an almost inaudible apology. “Satoru, do not let her hit you, she’ll get used to doing that.” You reminded him, knowing that he can’t ever scold his baby girl.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He replied absentmindedly, bouncing the kid in his arms to get her to laugh. These days, you’ve been getting comfortable with things like this. You’ve been getting comfortable with compliments like “Oh you make cute babies” from old people who take a liking to your daughter.

You’ve been getting comfortable with Satoru pushing the cart for you as you look for what you need, reaching for the items on the top shelf, carrying your bags for you, and driving you home as you sit in the passenger seat.

Like right now.

“Her sleeping schedule got a lot better when she changed her vitamins, yeah?” You responded to Satoru with a hum as you chewed on your fries, handing a piece to your daughter as she kicked on her car seat. “Her doctor recommended that. I’m glad it works, she used to get up so early.” The car stopped in front of your apartment.

“Would you like to stay? I’ll be cooking.” You won’t deny that this isn’t the first time you asked, “I’d love to stay.” And this isn’t the first time he agreed. You don’t know why but you didn’t budge from the passenger seat, knowing that Satoru was rushing to open the door for you. You went to your baby and took her inside, not worrying about your things and the groceries you bought.

You can’t remember the last time it felt awkward with Satoru lying on your couch with your daughter. You also can’t remember how he had a pair of spare house slippers for him here. Walking past the fridge, you saw a photo of Yui and Megumi from their recent pool party. 

Satoru came to pick you and Yui up but you ended up staying for another hour. You can’t remember when Toji and Satoru shed a noticeable amount of awkwardness around them. At one point, you even heard them talking about business like they didn’t try to rip each other’s heads off when they first met. 

You can’t remember at what point everything started going right but you’re not complaining.

“Where’s her choccy-juice?” Satoru mimicked Yui’s words, laughing. “I told her we were about to eat in a few minutes but she won’t listen.” Taking the chocolate milk from the fridge, he stood beside you to fulfill his daughter’s request. “She’s not supposed to have a lot of that.” You sighed, “I’ll just let her have a taste so she’ll stop.” His voice sounded so much softer now.

“Dada!” She came running to the kitchen, holding onto Satoru’s leg as she tried to have a peek at what you were cooking. “Wanna see? Here’s your choccy.” He lifted her, letting her hold the sippy cup as they watched you cook. “Hmm…” Both you and Satoru can’t help but laugh at her reaction. 

You don’t know if it’s because a lot of things happened but they all feel like distant memories; some of which you can’t even clearly see in the back of your mind. Satoru felt like a new man and along with this, the pain of your past continuously fades away each time you see his face. 

You don’t want to name the feeling yet but, you know that all that’s meant to happen will happen. 

Like it did when you had Yui. Like it did when you got sundered. Like it did when you tried with different people. Like it does now, as you slowly, steadily fall back together.

PREV | ALT. Ending

taglist: @forever-war @astral-hydromancy @witchbybirth @starshinedowo @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @lost-lonnie @haitanifxn @dearsunaa @clairdelunaax @anxious-chick @tigerchaeee @gingerspicelattemix @tsukkisrightpinky @crowiechan @makimais @infinitemoonlight @iloveblogging2 @cloudsinthecosmos @uchiwife @bellaadonnas @lawlietily @lilxnvm @poopoobuttsy @yihona-san06 @luhvbot @sagekko @asbony @uhremmi

@kurookinnie @why-am-i-here-again-shitheads @galaxyfever @guenievresworld @y2kcy3brz @chocokaylarobin @hopeannalea @shizuuuuuuuu @tojirin @teapartyspilled @ackermendick @shadowarchon @vinkiesz @awkwardaardvarkforever @nvvacanesworld @wolffmaiden @underburningstars @rntrsuna @vampgguk @doulcha @creolequeen11210 @reosnagi

[arievir]

The dzaddies who didn't make it to 2024🤺

[arievir]

Chapter 9 - The crescent moon in the dark night

Masterlist TNBT

WN: mentioning; domestic violence, bullying, suicide, homicide, blood, hospital, vomit, suggestive imply, illegal activity, murder, kidnapping imply

__________________________________________

… When Gojo was a teenager …

He discovered how much he loved Utahime because his feelings toward her were different from others. Wherever he went, the thought of her never faded. This was why he was so frightened he would lose her if he told her how he felt. Yet he didn’t know how to behave at that time.

He confessed to her so many times and when she was mad, he pretended it was a joke. In fact, it was the truth. Nevertheless he was extremely selfish. He deeply understood why Utahime didn’t believe him.

He had dreamt of having her next to him many times. If he dreamt about her before going to bed, he always woke up with a heavenly feeling. That was just a dream, it certainly made him feel like heaven. He couldn’t wait to have her next to him and he was sure he would never change his mind. 

It was still unforgettable to him the day he saw her during high school. Like his breath was taken away for a moment, everything around him stopped but her. She was the only thing that was still moving in his ocean eyes. 

He knew when he got to have her, nothing would make him feel unhappy. 

____________________________________________

At the present 

You waited for them in the pavilion when they both went somewhere to talk to each other. You imagined Gojo may hug or even kiss her right now. He would make sure to console her. You decided to stand up and take a leave. 

You went to the entrance and were about to open the door. 

“Where are you going?” Gojo asked.

“Home” you told him.

“I’ll drop you”

Your jaw was clenched. You realized he didn’t even ask you to stay. “It’s ok. I can go back by myself. I think you need to be with her”

“Utahime will stay over my place, so it’s ok”

While he was driving, the surround outside the window caught your eyes. It was silent until Gojo started explaining what happened with Utahime. He told you that Utahime chose to be friends with Nanami because she just realized she didn’t love him that much.

She told Gojo Nanami only smiled and said he knew for a while. Gojo paused for minutes and you turned to look at him properly. It was like he was thinking about the words he would use.

“Utahime told me she has loved me since we were both young but she didn’t want to admit it and was too scared to lose me. She didn’t know if I feel the same or not, so I told her I love her and we decided to take things slowly”

You shifted your head back to the window again. You felt miserable and eyelids were so heavy. You needed to shut your eyes now.

“Good for you” you managed to speak without voice shaking.

“T-thanks” he managed to speak it without voice breaking. 

He parked in front of the house. You opened the door in an attempt to escape him fast, but he grabbed your wrist. “I’ll see you again to talk about Hanami, ok?”

You nodded.

Gojo watched your back. His heart was tight. He knew what the feeling was but he refused to believe it. He told himself to focus on Utahime only. 

Once he arrived at his house, he sat on the couch. He didn’t know how long it was but Utahime came to hug him and that was when he realized she was there.

“I heard your car engine an hour ago, but haven’t seen you in the bedroom, so I came to find you” Utahime sat on his lap. She enveloped her arms around his neck. 

His arms wrapped on her waist. “Sorry I was thinking about business”

“It’s ok. I just want to make up for the lost time that we wasted” Utahime told him before she placed her lips on him.

He was startled. It was like his dream for a long time, but somehow he felt it was wrong. It was guilt. He grabbed her face and pulled her away. She looked surprised while he was observing her face. He repeated in his head this was the woman he had loved. From now on, he should focus on her.

After that thought he crashed his lips on hers. He felt like his body was on fire. He put her legs to wrap around his waist. He walked to his bedroom, placed her on the bed, and his clothes were gone. 

He towered over her figure. His lips were like a paintbrush that drew on her body. Her clothes were nowhere to be found. A moment later, the room filled with the sound of love and passion. 

The next morning he woke up with the sunshine that shed through the window. He hated the first thought that was about you when he opened his eyes. 

He looked down to see Utahime lying on his naked chest. He saw her body was full of bruises. He shutted his eyes. This literally made him angry at himself. However, the anger was swiped away when Utahime called out his name.

“Satoru, you wake up?”

“Yeah” he replied.

“If I knew waking up next to you would make me this satisfied, I wouldn’t waste my time for so long” she put a kiss on his cheek.

He was blushing. He caressed her naked back lightly “Me too. I’m happy we get here”

“Really?” she smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I’m so so so happy” he said sincerely. He shifted his body and made her lay under him. 

She giggled and encircled her arms on his neck. “What are you doing?” 

“Just want to show you how much I love you” he laughed. Later on he made her chanting his name again and again affectionately. 

____________________________________________

On the same morning, you work up with a gloomy feeling that you refused to acknowledge. You scanned your phone and there were no messages from Gojo, instead 3 texts from Nanami. You replied and asked him if you could meet him. You decided to go shower while waiting for his text. 

You left your bedroom after finishing dressing. You walked past Yuki's room and saw she didn’t close the door properly. You reached to grip the doorknob but saw some photos lying down on the floor. You got in and gathered all the photos to place on the cabinet.

There were so many photos between her and her older sister. There was one of the photos was similar to the one she set on the cabinet. It was a photo of her and her sister when Yuki had green hair and her sister had black hair.

You remembered the story of it. It was something about Yuki wearing many colors of wig. To your surprise, the next photo also had Yuki, her sister, and a little child who sat on Yuki’s sister's lap.  

You scrutinized the photo quietly. Your body stiffed after that you sensed the phone vibrate from the text. 

Nanami - 

“Please come in an hour. I’ll be preparing some food for you”

You - 

“Sure 🙂”

An hour later you left the house. It was so hard with every move you made. It was so hard with everyone surrounding you. You glimpsed how everyone was so joyful. So you were curious if one day you could truly be happy like others. 

You walked until you arrived at Kento’s apartment. Even though he earned so much money, you wondered why he still rented instead of buying a condo or a house.

You knocked on his door and the next minute he opened it. He was wearing a pink apron. You made a stern face immediately to suppress your laugh. 

“Utahime gave me this before we umm…yeah”

You nodded while looking elsewhere. You stepped in when he gestured to you.

He made the Okinawa Soba. You seated on the chair and glanced inside the bowl in front of you. There were ramen noodles with pork belly slices and fish cakes. Also, it was decorated with green onions and red pickled ginger.

“Eat a lot” Kento tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

You nodded and began eating. You glanced at him from time to time while eating. When you were both done, Kento insisted you wait for him on the couch while he was watching the dish. You saw his broad back and the way his shoulders moved. He was always that person who you could trust. 

Suddenly you felt burned inside your heart. “I-I’m going to the bathroom”

“Ok. Quickly come back. We have ice cream” he said with a husky voice. 

You ran fast to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You eyed the shelf where his personal uses stood. You saw 2 toothbrushes, 2 combs, and some women's products. You guessed they were hers. You washed your face with water and finished your business.

You came to the couch and saw Kento carrying your favorite flavor of ice cream. You ate it while watching some movies with him. You didn’t miss to glance at him from the corner of your eyes.

“Ask” Kento smiled.

“Are you okay about Utahime?”

He leaned back to lay his head on the couch. “At first I was shocked. I think we could keep doing it, but later I felt better at least I don’t need to lie to myself anymore” 

“Lying to yourself?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I’m a fool” 

“Why?”

Kento moved close to you and looked into your eyes.

“Tell me please”

“You” he leaned forward.

You could feel his warm breath. “I don’t want to assume, Kento”

“I’ve fallen in love with you” he confessed.

You looked straight into his eyes. Now, you closed the gap between you and him. You set your lips on his. Slowly, the tongues were dancing together. You ran out of breath, so you pulled your head back from him.

“Sorry, I was too excited,” Kento chuckled with a deep voice. To you, it was an angelic laugh that you really wished to hear forever. Kento was about to kiss you again, but you heard the phone call first. You looked at the display and it showed Kenjaku’s number.

“I have to take this” you ran out the balcony in his living room.

“Yes, uncle?”

“You met with Hanami right?” the end of the call asked.

“How did you know?”

“I’m sorry y/n. I have someone following you because I was worried about you”

You were quiet till the man said again. “I want to see you at my place today”

“What? Last time I saw you I got-”

“Please. I do have something to tell you. How about you call the police when you arrive here? Tell them you see me get hurt. They will come”

“Do I look like a kid to you to believe you and meet you again?” you voiced.

He was quiet for minutes. “Check your phone. I just sent a screenshot”

You looked at your phone and saw the conversation that an unknown number and Kenjaku planned to kill Jogo. Your heart pounded so fast and you placed the phone close to your ears again. “What is this?”

“I have more, but I kept it safe in my room. I’ll give you everything you need. I only want your forgiveness. I’ll tell you what happened with your family too”

“Why now? I don’t un-”

“Because I love your father more than a friend or brother should feel. So, just believe me one last time, please”

You were shocked with his confession. You stayed quiet until you spoke again. “Okay, when do you want to meet?”

You hung up your phone and got in the living room. 

“Who was it?” Kento asked.

“Gojo. I’ll have to meet him right now” you lied.

He frowned. “Why?”

You bit your bottom lip and explained the reason why you and Gojo were close to each other and about the exchange that he would help with the case and you helped with Utahime. Suddenly, Nanami laughed.

“I-I can’t believe how stupid he was. If he liked her, he should have acted fast. Well, but I’m not the one to tell him anyway” he kissed your cheek.

“I’m going to tell him. I give up trying to find out what happened to my family. I realized I should focus on the present” you looked at your hands.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

“No, I want to stop by a place near his house first” you smiled and left Kento’s apartment. 

You arrived at Gojo’s house. The maid remembered you so they led you to wait for him in the living room. You heard someone run so quickly to the living room. You perked up and found Gojo with a nervous expression.

He breathed heavily from running and used one hand to intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yu h-here, w- not telling -e”

“I just want to stop by to ask for help”

“Tell me” he stood straight and raked his fingers with a free hand through his messy hair. 

You shoved a ziplock back with a hair inside to his chest. “Run the DNA test for me and find who the parents of this person”

“Whose hair is it?” he asked when using his thumb and pointed fingers to grab it and put it on the table close by. 

You were about to answer, but in the corner of your eye, you saw a woman standing there. You eyed her properly and saw Utahime with a big t-shirt. Gojo also followed what you looked at. The t-shirt was too big for her. You assumed it was Gogo’s. 

You hated your habit of always observing things quickly. You also saw a small purple bruise around her neck. Your heart twisted and you met your eyes with Gojo. His eyes misted over and his face contorted. 

“Y/n, I-” Gojo tried to explain something, but his voice cracked.

“Y/n, sorry I just went from our bedroom. I didn’t get to change my clothes. Is there anything I can help you?”  Utahime spoke and walked close next to Gojo. She intertwined her fingers with the free hand of Gojo.

“No, I’m done here. Sorry to interrupt. Bye” you looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions in those ocean orbs. 

Gojo couldn’t do anything. He could only stand there and watch you left. It was like you walked out with some parts of his because he felt so empty now. 

“Gojo, what is this?” Utahime grabbed the zip lock bag and held it in the air. 

“Nothing” he took the bag from her hand. 

“I’m heading out and will be back” he was about to go out when Utahime called him.

“At least change your clothes. You’re wearing pajamas”

Gojo stopped and walked to his bedroom. 

Utahime looked at his back before speaking to him. “If you haven’t told me you tried to get me with her help. I would have thought you fall for her”

“I love you, don’t think too much” Gojo smiled at her.

____________________________________________

You stood in front of Kenjaku’s house. You rubbed your puffy eyes with one hand. Thought about what happened in Gojo's house brought a pang to your heart.

You walked into Kenjaku's house and were curious that there was no one here.

You saw him standing next to the window watching the view in front of him. “Uncle? Why are you alone in the house? Don’t you think you need more people to serve you?”

He chuckled and turned to meet your eyes. “My house is full of evidence. I can’t risk people to find out, so they just come and go on the schedule I set. That’s why I’ve successfully kept the secret for these 10 years.  Did you call the police?”

“I called Yuki. She was panicking and stopped me, but I told her to pick me up here. I bet she’s calling the police later”

“She should. You know why?” Kenjaku smiled softly. 

“I do” you responded flatly. 

“You do? How?”

“I saw a photo of her and her sister”

“And that was how you figured it out?” Kenjaku raised his brow.

“No, just the assumption” you replied.

“Then, I’ll tell you. The person who killed you parents and planned everything i-”

Bang Bang Bang

You screamed in shock when you witnessed Kenjaku with red liquid flowing out of his head and his body. You blinked rapidly.  

“He should wait, don't you think? I told him I would tell you when the time comes, but he didn’t listen to me” someone said.

It was the same feeling you had experienced. Your body shivered and got goosebumps. You knew this voice. Your eyes were shaking in fear and your eyes met with brown orbs. 

“Kento, why did you do it?”

“Let’s go, my love. I’ll tell you everything unless you want me to kill Gojo” Kento stared at you. 

Chapter 8 < Chapter 9 > Chapter 10

[arievir]

Chapter 9 - The crescent moon in the dark night

Masterlist TNBT

WN: mentioning; domestic violence, bullying, suicide, homicide, blood, hospital, vomit, suggestive imply, illegal activity, murder, kidnapping imply

__________________________________________

… When Gojo was a teenager …

He discovered how much he loved Utahime because his feelings toward her were different from others. Wherever he went, the thought of her never faded. This was why he was so frightened he would lose her if he told her how he felt. Yet he didn’t know how to behave at that time.

He confessed to her so many times and when she was mad, he pretended it was a joke. In fact, it was the truth. Nevertheless he was extremely selfish. He deeply understood why Utahime didn’t believe him.

He had dreamt of having her next to him many times. If he dreamt about her before going to bed, he always woke up with a heavenly feeling. That was just a dream, it certainly made him feel like heaven. He couldn’t wait to have her next to him and he was sure he would never change his mind. 

It was still unforgettable to him the day he saw her during high school. Like his breath was taken away for a moment, everything around him stopped but her. She was the only thing that was still moving in his ocean eyes. 

He knew when he got to have her, nothing would make him feel unhappy. 

____________________________________________

At the present 

You waited for them in the pavilion when they both went somewhere to talk to each other. You imagined Gojo may hug or even kiss her right now. He would make sure to console her. You decided to stand up and take a leave. 

You went to the entrance and were about to open the door. 

“Where are you going?” Gojo asked.

“Home” you told him.

“I’ll drop you”

Your jaw was clenched. You realized he didn’t even ask you to stay. “It’s ok. I can go back by myself. I think you need to be with her”

“Utahime will stay over my place, so it’s ok”

While he was driving, the surround outside the window caught your eyes. It was silent until Gojo started explaining what happened with Utahime. He told you that Utahime chose to be friends with Nanami because she just realized she didn’t love him that much.

She told Gojo Nanami only smiled and said he knew for a while. Gojo paused for minutes and you turned to look at him properly. It was like he was thinking about the words he would use.

“Utahime told me she has loved me since we were both young but she didn’t want to admit it and was too scared to lose me. She didn’t know if I feel the same or not, so I told her I love her and we decided to take things slowly”

You shifted your head back to the window again. You felt miserable and eyelids were so heavy. You needed to shut your eyes now.

“Good for you” you managed to speak without voice shaking.

“T-thanks” he managed to speak it without voice breaking. 

He parked in front of the house. You opened the door in an attempt to escape him fast, but he grabbed your wrist. “I’ll see you again to talk about Hanami, ok?”

You nodded.

Gojo watched your back. His heart was tight. He knew what the feeling was but he refused to believe it. He told himself to focus on Utahime only. 

Once he arrived at his house, he sat on the couch. He didn’t know how long it was but Utahime came to hug him and that was when he realized she was there.

“I heard your car engine an hour ago, but haven’t seen you in the bedroom, so I came to find you” Utahime sat on his lap. She enveloped her arms around his neck. 

His arms wrapped on her waist. “Sorry I was thinking about business”

“It’s ok. I just want to make up for the lost time that we wasted” Utahime told him before she placed her lips on him.

He was startled. It was like his dream for a long time, but somehow he felt it was wrong. It was guilt. He grabbed her face and pulled her away. She looked surprised while he was observing her face. He repeated in his head this was the woman he had loved. From now on, he should focus on her.

After that thought he crashed his lips on hers. He felt like his body was on fire. He put her legs to wrap around his waist. He walked to his bedroom, placed her on the bed, and his clothes were gone. 

He towered over her figure. His lips were like a paintbrush that drew on her body. Her clothes were nowhere to be found. A moment later, the room filled with the sound of love and passion. 

The next morning he woke up with the sunshine that shed through the window. He hated the first thought that was about you when he opened his eyes. 

He looked down to see Utahime lying on his naked chest. He saw her body was full of bruises. He shutted his eyes. This literally made him angry at himself. However, the anger was swiped away when Utahime called out his name.

“Satoru, you wake up?”

“Yeah” he replied.

“If I knew waking up next to you would make me this satisfied, I wouldn’t waste my time for so long” she put a kiss on his cheek.

He was blushing. He caressed her naked back lightly “Me too. I’m happy we get here”

“Really?” she smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I’m so so so happy” he said sincerely. He shifted his body and made her lay under him. 

She giggled and encircled her arms on his neck. “What are you doing?” 

“Just want to show you how much I love you” he laughed. Later on he made her chanting his name again and again affectionately. 

____________________________________________

On the same morning, you work up with a gloomy feeling that you refused to acknowledge. You scanned your phone and there were no messages from Gojo, instead 3 texts from Nanami. You replied and asked him if you could meet him. You decided to go shower while waiting for his text. 

You left your bedroom after finishing dressing. You walked past Yuki's room and saw she didn’t close the door properly. You reached to grip the doorknob but saw some photos lying down on the floor. You got in and gathered all the photos to place on the cabinet.

There were so many photos between her and her older sister. There was one of the photos was similar to the one she set on the cabinet. It was a photo of her and her sister when Yuki had green hair and her sister had black hair.

You remembered the story of it. It was something about Yuki wearing many colors of wig. To your surprise, the next photo also had Yuki, her sister, and a little child who sat on Yuki’s sister's lap.  

You scrutinized the photo quietly. Your body stiffed after that you sensed the phone vibrate from the text. 

Nanami - 

“Please come in an hour. I’ll be preparing some food for you”

You - 

“Sure 🙂”

An hour later you left the house. It was so hard with every move you made. It was so hard with everyone surrounding you. You glimpsed how everyone was so joyful. So you were curious if one day you could truly be happy like others. 

You walked until you arrived at Kento’s apartment. Even though he earned so much money, you wondered why he still rented instead of buying a condo or a house.

You knocked on his door and the next minute he opened it. He was wearing a pink apron. You made a stern face immediately to suppress your laugh. 

“Utahime gave me this before we umm…yeah”

You nodded while looking elsewhere. You stepped in when he gestured to you.

He made the Okinawa Soba. You seated on the chair and glanced inside the bowl in front of you. There were ramen noodles with pork belly slices and fish cakes. Also, it was decorated with green onions and red pickled ginger.

“Eat a lot” Kento tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

You nodded and began eating. You glanced at him from time to time while eating. When you were both done, Kento insisted you wait for him on the couch while he was watching the dish. You saw his broad back and the way his shoulders moved. He was always that person who you could trust. 

Suddenly you felt burned inside your heart. “I-I’m going to the bathroom”

“Ok. Quickly come back. We have ice cream” he said with a husky voice. 

You ran fast to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You eyed the shelf where his personal uses stood. You saw 2 toothbrushes, 2 combs, and some women's products. You guessed they were hers. You washed your face with water and finished your business.

You came to the couch and saw Kento carrying your favorite flavor of ice cream. You ate it while watching some movies with him. You didn’t miss to glance at him from the corner of your eyes.

“Ask” Kento smiled.

“Are you okay about Utahime?”

He leaned back to lay his head on the couch. “At first I was shocked. I think we could keep doing it, but later I felt better at least I don’t need to lie to myself anymore” 

“Lying to yourself?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I’m a fool” 

“Why?”

Kento moved close to you and looked into your eyes.

“Tell me please”

“You” he leaned forward.

You could feel his warm breath. “I don’t want to assume, Kento”

“I’ve fallen in love with you” he confessed.

You looked straight into his eyes. Now, you closed the gap between you and him. You set your lips on his. Slowly, the tongues were dancing together. You ran out of breath, so you pulled your head back from him.

“Sorry, I was too excited,” Kento chuckled with a deep voice. To you, it was an angelic laugh that you really wished to hear forever. Kento was about to kiss you again, but you heard the phone call first. You looked at the display and it showed Kenjaku’s number.

“I have to take this” you ran out the balcony in his living room.

“Yes, uncle?”

“You met with Hanami right?” the end of the call asked.

“How did you know?”

“I’m sorry y/n. I have someone following you because I was worried about you”

You were quiet till the man said again. “I want to see you at my place today”

“What? Last time I saw you I got-”

“Please. I do have something to tell you. How about you call the police when you arrive here? Tell them you see me get hurt. They will come”

“Do I look like a kid to you to believe you and meet you again?” you voiced.

He was quiet for minutes. “Check your phone. I just sent a screenshot”

You looked at your phone and saw the conversation that an unknown number and Kenjaku planned to kill Jogo. Your heart pounded so fast and you placed the phone close to your ears again. “What is this?”

“I have more, but I kept it safe in my room. I’ll give you everything you need. I only want your forgiveness. I’ll tell you what happened with your family too”

��Why now? I don’t un-”

“Because I love your father more than a friend or brother should feel. So, just believe me one last time, please”

You were shocked with his confession. You stayed quiet until you spoke again. “Okay, when do you want to meet?”

You hung up your phone and got in the living room. 

“Who was it?” Kento asked.

“Gojo. I’ll have to meet him right now” you lied.

He frowned. “Why?”

You bit your bottom lip and explained the reason why you and Gojo were close to each other and about the exchange that he would help with the case and you helped with Utahime. Suddenly, Nanami laughed.

“I-I can’t believe how stupid he was. If he liked her, he should have acted fast. Well, but I’m not the one to tell him anyway” he kissed your cheek.

“I’m going to tell him. I give up trying to find out what happened to my family. I realized I should focus on the present” you looked at your hands.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

“No, I want to stop by a place near his house first” you smiled and left Kento’s apartment. 

You arrived at Gojo’s house. The maid remembered you so they led you to wait for him in the living room. You heard someone run so quickly to the living room. You perked up and found Gojo with a nervous expression.

He breathed heavily from running and used one hand to intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yu h-here, w- not telling -e”

“I just want to stop by to ask for help”

“Tell me” he stood straight and raked his fingers with a free hand through his messy hair. 

You shoved a ziplock back with a hair inside to his chest. “Run the DNA test for me and find who the parents of this person”

“Whose hair is it?” he asked when using his thumb and pointed fingers to grab it and put it on the table close by. 

You were about to answer, but in the corner of your eye, you saw a woman standing there. You eyed her properly and saw Utahime with a big t-shirt. Gojo also followed what you looked at. The t-shirt was too big for her. You assumed it was Gogo’s. 

You hated your habit of always observing things quickly. You also saw a small purple bruise around her neck. Your heart twisted and you met your eyes with Gojo. His eyes misted over and his face contorted. 

“Y/n, I-” Gojo tried to explain something, but his voice cracked.

“Y/n, sorry I just went from our bedroom. I didn’t get to change my clothes. Is there anything I can help you?”  Utahime spoke and walked close next to Gojo. She intertwined her fingers with the free hand of Gojo.

“No, I’m done here. Sorry to interrupt. Bye” you looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions in those ocean orbs. 

Gojo couldn’t do anything. He could only stand there and watch you left. It was like you walked out with some parts of his because he felt so empty now. 

“Gojo, what is this?” Utahime grabbed the zip lock bag and held it in the air. 

“Nothing” he took the bag from her hand. 

“I’m heading out and will be back” he was about to go out when Utahime called him.

“At least change your clothes. You’re wearing pajamas”

Gojo stopped and walked to his bedroom. 

Utahime looked at his back before speaking to him. “If you haven’t told me you tried to get me with her help. I would have thought you fall for her”

“I love you, don’t think too much” Gojo smiled at her.

____________________________________________

You stood in front of Kenjaku’s house. You rubbed your puffy eyes with one hand. Thought about what happened in Gojo's house brought a pang to your heart.

You walked into Kenjaku's house and were curious that there was no one here.

You saw him standing next to the window watching the view in front of him. “Uncle? Why are you alone in the house? Don’t you think you need more people to serve you?”

He chuckled and turned to meet your eyes. “My house is full of evidence. I can’t risk people to find out, so they just come and go on the schedule I set. That’s why I’ve successfully kept the secret for these 10 years.  Did you call the police?”

“I called Yuki. She was panicking and stopped me, but I told her to pick me up here. I bet she’s calling the police later”

“She should. You know why?” Kenjaku smiled softly. 

“I do” you responded flatly. 

“You do? How?”

“I saw a photo of her and her sister”

“And that was how you figured it out?” Kenjaku raised his brow.

“No, just the assumption” you replied.

“Then, I’ll tell you. The person who killed you parents and planned everything i-”

Bang Bang Bang

You screamed in shock when you witnessed Kenjaku with red liquid flowing out of his head and his body. You blinked rapidly.  

“He should wait, don't you think? I told him I would tell you when the time comes, but he didn’t listen to me” someone said.

It was the same feeling you had experienced. Your body shivered and got goosebumps. You knew this voice. Your eyes were shaking in fear and your eyes met with brown orbs. 

“Kento, why did you do it?”

“Let’s go, my love. I’ll tell you everything unless you want me to kill Gojo” Kento stared at you. 

Chapter 8 < Chapter 9 > Chapter 10

[arievir]

- The Truth Never Be Told -

⋗ Series Masterlist - Gojo x f!reader

Genre: fluff, modern au, angst, thriller, mystery, investigation 

Synopsis: She tries to find what happened with her family. He tries to know her more. However, the hazardous events always bring them together.

Warning: suicide, murder, death, hospital, manipulation, physical and emotional abuse, domestic violence, toxic relationship, diseases, sexual suggestiveness, mental health, mental illness, cheating, family issues, emotional issues, blood, gaslighting, age gap relationship [present time - all characters age 20+] (Please be aware of these) (Appropriate for 18+)

Disclaimer: I do not own any main characters of Jujutsu Kaisen that is created by Gege Akutami. I only own the plot of this fanfiction and some minor characters that are made up by me. The plot of this story and some minor characters are not part of the original property.

—————————————————————————

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, …

[arievir]

“HOW NEGLECTFUL…!!”

— telling gojo, nanami, geto, yuuji, megumi, and toji that they forgot the morning kiss (f!reader)

a/n: bathbomb with gojo and his son up next! [comment about the battery and we squaring up]

gojo, nanami, geto

yuuji, megumi, toji

taglist: @magenta-cat-drawingss @pompompurin1028 @scul-pted @requiem626k @nameless-shrimp @sonder-paradise @jessbeinme15s-notebook @todorokichills @ginneko @missrown @shrynkk @simplyxsinned @beautiful-is-boring @starlostlaiba @izukus-gf @irethepotato @thekaylahub @dazaisbloodybandages @aeanya @sweetcloudsimp @moon-catto @the-midnightskies@pianopuppygirl @gojosblackqueen @kryscent @kunikida-simp @whoami-72 @mx-0-child @fiona782 @kisakitwister @imjustasimpxd @psychopotatomeme @dreamcastgirl99 @watyousayin @doobiebochana @laylasbunbunny @hojicha-expresso @4sat0ruu @nineooooo @chuuyasboots @alekssashka7 @rieejjyubi02 @satoryaa @nothisispatrick300 @fallencrescentmoon @etheviese @ho34gojo @the-mom-friend-dot-com @the-weeping-author @stray-npc @libbyistired @anon1412 @anakalana @maehemthemisfit @satorustar @b4nka1 @sad-darksoul @ko-fi-heart @pumpkindudeishere @suyaaachin @babyqueen17 @chaosguy352 @murakami-kotone @sukun4ryomen @yumieis

copyright © tender-rosiey

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

[arievir]

Chapter 9 - The crescent moon in the dark night

Masterlist TNBT

WN: mentioning; domestic violence, bullying, suicide, homicide, blood, hospital, vomit, suggestive imply, illegal activity, murder, kidnapping imply

__________________________________________

… When Gojo was a teenager …

He discovered how much he loved Utahime because his feelings toward her were different from others. Wherever he went, the thought of her never faded. This was why he was so frightened he would lose her if he told her how he felt. Yet he didn’t know how to behave at that time.

He confessed to her so many times and when she was mad, he pretended it was a joke. In fact, it was the truth. Nevertheless he was extremely selfish. He deeply understood why Utahime didn’t believe him.

He had dreamt of having her next to him many times. If he dreamt about her before going to bed, he always woke up with a heavenly feeling. That was just a dream, it certainly made him feel like heaven. He couldn’t wait to have her next to him and he was sure he would never change his mind. 

It was still unforgettable to him the day he saw her during high school. Like his breath was taken away for a moment, everything around him stopped but her. She was the only thing that was still moving in his ocean eyes. 

He knew when he got to have her, nothing would make him feel unhappy. 

____________________________________________

At the present 

You waited for them in the pavilion when they both went somewhere to talk to each other. You imagined Gojo may hug or even kiss her right now. He would make sure to console her. You decided to stand up and take a leave. 

You went to the entrance and were about to open the door. 

“Where are you going?” Gojo asked.

“Home” you told him.

“I’ll drop you”

Your jaw was clenched. You realized he didn’t even ask you to stay. “It’s ok. I can go back by myself. I think you need to be with her”

“Utahime will stay over my place, so it’s ok”

While he was driving, the surround outside the window caught your eyes. It was silent until Gojo started explaining what happened with Utahime. He told you that Utahime chose to be friends with Nanami because she just realized she didn’t love him that much.

She told Gojo Nanami only smiled and said he knew for a while. Gojo paused for minutes and you turned to look at him properly. It was like he was thinking about the words he would use.

“Utahime told me she has loved me since we were both young but she didn’t want to admit it and was too scared to lose me. She didn’t know if I feel the same or not, so I told her I love her and we decided to take things slowly”

You shifted your head back to the window again. You felt miserable and eyelids were so heavy. You needed to shut your eyes now.

“Good for you” you managed to speak without voice shaking.

“T-thanks” he managed to speak it without voice breaking. 

He parked in front of the house. You opened the door in an attempt to escape him fast, but he grabbed your wrist. “I’ll see you again to talk about Hanami, ok?”

You nodded.

Gojo watched your back. His heart was tight. He knew what the feeling was but he refused to believe it. He told himself to focus on Utahime only. 

Once he arrived at his house, he sat on the couch. He didn’t know how long it was but Utahime came to hug him and that was when he realized she was there.

“I heard your car engine an hour ago, but haven’t seen you in the bedroom, so I came to find you” Utahime sat on his lap. She enveloped her arms around his neck. 

His arms wrapped on her waist. “Sorry I was thinking about business”

“It’s ok. I just want to make up for the lost time that we wasted” Utahime told him before she placed her lips on him.

He was startled. It was like his dream for a long time, but somehow he felt it was wrong. It was guilt. He grabbed her face and pulled her away. She looked surprised while he was observing her face. He repeated in his head this was the woman he had loved. From now on, he should focus on her.

After that thought he crashed his lips on hers. He felt like his body was on fire. He put her legs to wrap around his waist. He walked to his bedroom, placed her on the bed, and his clothes were gone. 

He towered over her figure. His lips were like a paintbrush that drew on her body. Her clothes were nowhere to be found. A moment later, the room filled with the sound of love and passion. 

The next morning he woke up with the sunshine that shed through the window. He hated the first thought that was about you when he opened his eyes. 

He looked down to see Utahime lying on his naked chest. He saw her body was full of bruises. He shutted his eyes. This literally made him angry at himself. However, the anger was swiped away when Utahime called out his name.

“Satoru, you wake up?”

“Yeah” he replied.

“If I knew waking up next to you would make me this satisfied, I wouldn’t waste my time for so long” she put a kiss on his cheek.

He was blushing. He caressed her naked back lightly “Me too. I’m happy we get here”

“Really?” she smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, I’m so so so happy” he said sincerely. He shifted his body and made her lay under him. 

She giggled and encircled her arms on his neck. “What are you doing?” 

“Just want to show you how much I love you” he laughed. Later on he made her chanting his name again and again affectionately. 

____________________________________________

On the same morning, you work up with a gloomy feeling that you refused to acknowledge. You scanned your phone and there were no messages from Gojo, instead 3 texts from Nanami. You replied and asked him if you could meet him. You decided to go shower while waiting for his text. 

You left your bedroom after finishing dressing. You walked past Yuki's room and saw she didn’t close the door properly. You reached to grip the doorknob but saw some photos lying down on the floor. You got in and gathered all the photos to place on the cabinet.

There were so many photos between her and her older sister. There was one of the photos was similar to the one she set on the cabinet. It was a photo of her and her sister when Yuki had green hair and her sister had black hair.

You remembered the story of it. It was something about Yuki wearing many colors of wig. To your surprise, the next photo also had Yuki, her sister, and a little child who sat on Yuki’s sister's lap.  

You scrutinized the photo quietly. Your body stiffed after that you sensed the phone vibrate from the text. 

Nanami - 

“Please come in an hour. I’ll be preparing some food for you”

You - 

“Sure 🙂”

An hour later you left the house. It was so hard with every move you made. It was so hard with everyone surrounding you. You glimpsed how everyone was so joyful. So you were curious if one day you could truly be happy like others. 

You walked until you arrived at Kento’s apartment. Even though he earned so much money, you wondered why he still rented instead of buying a condo or a house.

You knocked on his door and the next minute he opened it. He was wearing a pink apron. You made a stern face immediately to suppress your laugh. 

“Utahime gave me this before we umm…yeah”

You nodded while looking elsewhere. You stepped in when he gestured to you.

He made the Okinawa Soba. You seated on the chair and glanced inside the bowl in front of you. There were ramen noodles with pork belly slices and fish cakes. Also, it was decorated with green onions and red pickled ginger.

“Eat a lot” Kento tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

You nodded and began eating. You glanced at him from time to time while eating. When you were both done, Kento insisted you wait for him on the couch while he was watching the dish. You saw his broad back and the way his shoulders moved. He was always that person who you could trust. 

Suddenly you felt burned inside your heart. “I-I’m going to the bathroom”

“Ok. Quickly come back. We have ice cream” he said with a husky voice. 

You ran fast to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You eyed the shelf where his personal uses stood. You saw 2 toothbrushes, 2 combs, and some women's products. You guessed they were hers. You washed your face with water and finished your business.

You came to the couch and saw Kento carrying your favorite flavor of ice cream. You ate it while watching some movies with him. You didn’t miss to glance at him from the corner of your eyes.

“Ask” Kento smiled.

“Are you okay about Utahime?”

He leaned back to lay his head on the couch. “At first I was shocked. I think we could keep doing it, but later I felt better at least I don’t need to lie to myself anymore” 

“Lying to yourself?” you questioned.

“Yeah. I’m a fool” 

“Why?”

Kento moved close to you and looked into your eyes.

“Tell me please”

“You” he leaned forward.

You could feel his warm breath. “I don’t want to assume, Kento”

“I’ve fallen in love with you” he confessed.

You looked straight into his eyes. Now, you closed the gap between you and him. You set your lips on his. Slowly, the tongues were dancing together. You ran out of breath, so you pulled your head back from him.

“Sorry, I was too excited,” Kento chuckled with a deep voice. To you, it was an angelic laugh that you really wished to hear forever. Kento was about to kiss you again, but you heard the phone call first. You looked at the display and it showed Kenjaku’s number.

“I have to take this” you ran out the balcony in his living room.

“Yes, uncle?”

“You met with Hanami right?” the end of the call asked.

“How did you know?”

“I’m sorry y/n. I have someone following you because I was worried about you”

You were quiet till the man said again. “I want to see you at my place today”

“What? Last time I saw you I got-”

“Please. I do have something to tell you. How about you call the police when you arrive here? Tell them you see me get hurt. They will come”

“Do I look like a kid to you to believe you and meet you again?” you voiced.

He was quiet for minutes. “Check your phone. I just sent a screenshot”

You looked at your phone and saw the conversation that an unknown number and Kenjaku planned to kill Jogo. Your heart pounded so fast and you placed the phone close to your ears again. “What is this?”

“I have more, but I kept it safe in my room. I’ll give you everything you need. I only want your forgiveness. I’ll tell you what happened with your family too”

“Why now? I don’t un-”

“Because I love your father more than a friend or brother should feel. So, just believe me one last time, please”

You were shocked with his confession. You stayed quiet until you spoke again. “Okay, when do you want to meet?”

You hung up your phone and got in the living room. 

“Who was it?” Kento asked.

“Gojo. I’ll have to meet him right now” you lied.

He frowned. “Why?”

You bit your bottom lip and explained the reason why you and Gojo were close to each other and about the exchange that he would help with the case and you helped with Utahime. Suddenly, Nanami laughed.

“I-I can’t believe how stupid he was. If he liked her, he should have acted fast. Well, but I’m not the one to tell him anyway” he kissed your cheek.

“I’m going to tell him. I give up trying to find out what happened to my family. I realized I should focus on the present” you looked at your hands.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked.

“No, I want to stop by a place near his house first” you smiled and left Kento’s apartment. 

You arrived at Gojo’s house. The maid remembered you so they led you to wait for him in the living room. You heard someone run so quickly to the living room. You perked up and found Gojo with a nervous expression.

He breathed heavily from running and used one hand to intertwined his fingers with yours. “Yu h-here, w- not telling -e”

“I just want to stop by to ask for help”

“Tell me” he stood straight and raked his fingers with a free hand through his messy hair. 

You shoved a ziplock back with a hair inside to his chest. “Run the DNA test for me and find who the parents of this person”

“Whose hair is it?” he asked when using his thumb and pointed fingers to grab it and put it on the table close by. 

You were about to answer, but in the corner of your eye, you saw a woman standing there. You eyed her properly and saw Utahime with a big t-shirt. Gojo also followed what you looked at. The t-shirt was too big for her. You assumed it was Gogo’s. 

You hated your habit of always observing things quickly. You also saw a small purple bruise around her neck. Your heart twisted and you met your eyes with Gojo. His eyes misted over and his face contorted. 

“Y/n, I-” Gojo tried to explain something, but his voice cracked.

“Y/n, sorry I just went from our bedroom. I didn’t get to change my clothes. Is there anything I can help you?”  Utahime spoke and walked close next to Gojo. She intertwined her fingers with the free hand of Gojo.

“No, I’m done here. Sorry to interrupt. Bye” you looked into his eyes. There were so many emotions in those ocean orbs. 

Gojo couldn’t do anything. He could only stand there and watch you left. It was like you walked out with some parts of his because he felt so empty now. 

“Gojo, what is this?” Utahime grabbed the zip lock bag and held it in the air. 

“Nothing” he took the bag from her hand. 

“I’m heading out and will be back” he was about to go out when Utahime called him.

“At least change your clothes. You’re wearing pajamas”

Gojo stopped and walked to his bedroom. 

Utahime looked at his back before speaking to him. “If you haven’t told me you tried to get me with her help. I would have thought you fall for her”

“I love you, don’t think too much” Gojo smiled at her.

____________________________________________

You stood in front of Kenjaku’s house. You rubbed your puffy eyes with one hand. Thought about what happened in Gojo's house brought a pang to your heart.

You walked into Kenjaku's house and were curious that there was no one here.

You saw him standing next to the window watching the view in front of him. “Uncle? Why are you alone in the house? Don’t you think you need more people to serve you?”

He chuckled and turned to meet your eyes. “My house is full of evidence. I can’t risk people to find out, so they just come and go on the schedule I set. That’s why I’ve successfully kept the secret for these 10 years.  Did you call the police?”

“I called Yuki. She was panicking and stopped me, but I told her to pick me up here. I bet she’s calling the police later”

“She should. You know why?” Kenjaku smiled softly. 

“I do” you responded flatly. 

“You do? How?”

“I saw a photo of her and her sister”

“And that was how you figured it out?” Kenjaku raised his brow.

“No, just the assumption” you replied.

“Then, I’ll tell you. The person who killed you parents and planned everything i-”

Bang Bang Bang

You screamed in shock when you witnessed Kenjaku with red liquid flowing out of his head and his body. You blinked rapidly.  

“He should wait, don't you think? I told him I would tell you when the time comes, but he didn’t listen to me” someone said.

It was the same feeling you had experienced. Your body shivered and got goosebumps. You knew this voice. Your eyes were shaking in fear and your eyes met with brown orbs. 

“Kento, why did you do it?”

“Let’s go, my love. I’ll tell you everything unless you want me to kill Gojo” Kento stared at you. 

Chapter 8 < Chapter 9 > Chapter 10

#jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #thetnbt #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojou x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x y/n #jjk gojou #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen

[arievir]

Chapter 8 - The oblivious flower

Masterlist TNBT

WN: mention of; domestic violence, injuries, hospital, sickness, suicide, homicide, blood, illegal activity, murder, kidnapping, death

________________________________

…When Hanami was 15…

Her family always told her that she would marry a man from a wealthy family. She was told to learn how to behave as a perfect wife. She must need to learn how to be a perfect daughter.

She was told to be prideful and not easily let anyone or anything take what was hers no matter what. She needed to look out, to support her future husband.

One day she met a man during a dinner meeting. She fell in love with him immediately. She loved the way he lifted the corners of his mouth. Loved the way his eyes landed on the food, the way his fingers delicately grabbed the chopsticks, or the way he drank the tea calmy.

The picture of how she and him would live happily together flooded her mind. She visualized what she would make for him for breakfast, where she wanted to go for the honeymoon, or how many kids she desired to have with him. Those dreams made her heart full.

When she was 20, her family announced the heartbroken news that she wasn’t going to marry him anymore. He was going to marry the woman he treasured whom he met in Germany.

Her family let out that she was worthless and not good enough. Consequently, she would marry the younger brother instead. She had to do it though she didn’t wish to.

The day she got to meet the woman arrived, the same one who ripped off Hanami’s dream. She discovered that the woman was a doctor. Hanami was even more discouraged to find out how perfect your mom was with the beauty and intelligence.

It was like reality was yelling at her to emphasize how useless she was when comparing to your mom.

When she knew your family was long gone, she cracked up that finally things were in the right place. She was satisfied until you walked back into her life again.

First, stole a man from her daughter, and now stole the family from her.

____________________________________________

At the present

The surface you lied on was rocky, rough, and dusty. Your body was quite heavy as you made an effort to move painfully. You drew your breath to concentrate on the situation.

Gradually, you adjusted the body to sit properly. You discovered your hands were tight together behind your back.

Once you got more comfortable with the position, you looked around. The reasonable guess would be you were at somewhere like a warehouse.

The gate of the warehouse opened after you sat up for a while. It couldn’t be helped, but you chuckled to see who was presented.

“Why are you laughing?” Hanami asked loudly and went straight to slap your face.

The force of the hit made you flop on the floor again. “Well, I was just surprised you did this. I may not stop doubting you for being the culprit. Yet, your personality doesn't show to be smart or brave. Planning something like this is too complicated for you really”

“Y-you!!!” she slapped your face a couple more times until you felt numb all over your face. Breathing became more difficult as the blood blocked your nasal.

“I-I did this because of you. I knew you were the one who released the info. I won’t let you take down my husband” she yelled.

“H…How did you kn…ow?” you asked faintly while struggling to breathe through the mouth.

“You came home from nowhere. We also checked the place of the IP address and…and we didn’t see you but I knew it was you from the CCTV. I remembered your disgusted figure” Hanami smirked. She felt high and mighty compared to you.

You closed your eyes. You predicted somehow some people may know it was you. You never considered your plan was the best or you were wiser than others.

You just calculated your best move carefully in each situation. Of course, there was nothing perfect, but they found out you did it this fast. It was amazing indeed.

“And….you’re sure it…was me?” you asked while breathing hard.

“O-of course. We saw you were out from the-”

“We? Aunty, you didn’t…figure it out by yourself….but someone…told you? Did you stalk me…or send someone to do it?”

“I I did. I’m smarter than you or your mom!!” she shouted at your face.

You sighed and nodded exhaustingly. You just didn’t have much energy left to speak. However, Hanami took it as a mock. She grabbed the rock from the floor and threw it at you.

It did hit your right eye. Slowly there was a red liquid coating your eye and the pain creeping around the orb.

At the moment, you prayed. You begged to see your parents after everything was done. You could even tell your consciousness was about to leave the body. You inhaled and exhaled to settle the body up again.

The thought you had was to remember everything, so that once you left the human world, you could share with your family how brave you were.

You chuckled to yourself after acknowledging how foolish your fantasy was. Well, it couldn’t be blamed. You were once optimistic before becoming the blue person anyway.

“I hate this method but I’ll do it for the sake of my husband. I don’t want her alive anymore but make sure it painful" Hanami commanded her people, turned back, and walked to the gate. Her people surround you with a pipe in their hands.

You received strong force on the body and head a couple of times. Swiftly, you heard the bang and scream of the woman’s voice. One of the guys just dropped on the ground into his ruby fluid.

“Y/n!” Kenjaku shouted out your name.

“I told you JUST to TALK with her NOT to HURT her!!!” Jogo yelled at his wife.

“Stupid woman” Kenjaku whispered and ran to where you laid on.

“W-what? B-but”

“Shut up” Jogo looked at her furiously.

“Y/n admitted she did it” Hanami shared.

“And it should be ENOUGH. She’s still my niece” Jogo strongly confirmed.

The voice was heard quietly in the background but it wasn’t clear to understand. The vague symptoms completely took over the senses. You caught a glimpse of your uncles and Hanami who was crying.

A voice murmured in your ear. “I’m sorry. I have no choice but to agree with them. I’m sorry. Hang in there. They are coming. The police are coming” Kenjaku carried your body in his arms. He moved fast to the gate before Jogo stopped him.

“Y-you can’t take her. She’ll tell the police” Hanami nervously shouted.

“Then, Jogo will tell them we know nothing about this” Kenjaku replied with a serious expression.

“W-what?” Hanami darted between her husband and his close friend.

“She’s still my wife, Kenjaku”

Kenjaku sighed. “Then, go to the jail with her. I’ve been doing my best to protect you and your position already”

“What do you mean?” Jogo‘s face got pale and revealed nervousness.

The police arrived and arrested them instantly. Kenjaku yelled that he was the one to call the police and cried out for the ambulance to help you since you got seriously injured. Kenjagu peeked at Hanami with a blank expression.

____________________________________________

You heard a sound incomprehensibly. The eyelids felt heavy to lift them up. You gradually managed to open them. After several times of blinking, the vision was clearer.

The sound sent beeping. The white ceiling was caught. The body was too heavy to move as fast as you hoped. You shifted your head to the right and left. Then, you sensed smooth blond hair on your arm.

You raised your hand to caress his head. He turned to your direction a bit before sealing eyes with you. You saw his almond eyes rise before he stood up instantly. He pressed the button to call out doctors and nurses.

His eyes were shimmering from tears. He smiled gently and muttered sorry again and again next to your ear. The soft lips pressed lightly on your lips. Your head was in pain, so you couldn’t process what was happening

The doctor did the check up for hours. When they were done, they announced that you would have to be monitored at the hospital for several weeks. The CT scan demonstrated there was no harmful injury

Nevertheless, bones around your eyes were fractured and needed time to recover. The bruises and swollen tissue were shown around the eye. You recognized chronic pain repeating around there.

Yuki cried in a low moan and Toge hugged her. His large purple sad eyes scanned your poor body.

“I’m alive,” you said quietly and smiled to soothe them. Nanami fondled your head lightly as if he was frightened you would break right there.

It took several days until you recovered. You managed to ask what happened. Yuki explained how Hanami set up everything. She reserved the whole restaurant and had her people pretend to be customers.

She confessed she attempted to kidnap and kill you and she did everything alone. It occurred she would be the only one who would get to prison. Deep down in your heart, you had empathy for her.

You doubted if Jogo wasn't truly involved with any of this. You were also skeptical about Kenjaku. However, there was nothing you could do at the moment, especially with the condition of your health now.

Everything happened because of the family business that people desperately wished for. You never wanted to be a part of it or even cared about it.

Nonetheless, you couldn’t deny that there was a slight worry about it. After all, it was something your dad worked hard when he was alive to make it rise for you and your brother.

“Arghh” your eye felt slightly painful.

“Y/n!” Nanami spoke softly while carrying your face in his large hand. You smiled back to reassure him.

____________________________________________

Jogo glanced at his hands while waiting in the prison canteen. A moment later his wife was in front of him. He always requested a private visit every time he came.

His eyes drifted to meet with her. She was gorgeous before, but now she looked exhausted. Yet, her eyes shone when she saw her husband.

“Jogo, you’re here for me”

“Did they take care of you well? I can request them if you want anything in your room”

“N-no. I’m fine. How’s Miwa?”

“I sent her abroad. I think she needs…time”

“Can you talk with y/n? Tell her there was nothing. It was her fault”

“Hanami, I can’t. Gojo’s family stepped in the case, so Kenjaku told me you’ll have to stay here a bit l-longer…”

“Longer? It’s been several weeks here! Why? Can’t Kenjaku take the blame? He’s the one wh-”

“He can't. He's my best friend and if he’s not with me how I can take care of business? I’ll figure out just stay here ok? You don’t want us to lose anything right?”

It was like her heart shattering in pieces. Her lips were trembling. She did everything for him. In the end, Jogo still chose his best friend over her. She too hated how he was right. They both couldn't come this far without Kenjaku.

“Just take care of Miwa” That was the last thing he heard from his wife and this was the last time they met each other.

Jogo got back home. He went straight to his office. He stared at his computer, the one he knew deeply you got information from. He knew you did it. He saw the CCTV, but he let it go. How could he not when he was one of the reasons his brother died…

He strolled downstairs to the living room. No one was home. His wife was in prison. His daughter was across the world. The maids had left after finishing their tasks.

He was alone in the large house where he grew up. He drank whisky in hope to reduce his stress and emptiness.

Remembering the time he was young, his brother was there to take care of him. Now, there was no one except Kenjaku. He looked away at the lovely garden where many kinds of flowers were planted in the middle area of his huge house.

“Jogo?”

“Kenjaku, I’m in the living room”

“Why didn’t you turn on the light?”

“Forgot”

“Jogo, you can’t forget the simple thing, ok?” Kenjaku walked to sit in front of him.

“Hanami wants to be out” Jogo spoke softly.

“I want her to be out too, but I told you Gojo uses his connection to pressure the Zenin family. We can’t do much, otherwise you know what could happen. Actually, I’m surprised you loved her that much” Kenjaku stated.

“She’s a mother of my daughter and a wife who has been taking care of me”

“Hmm, I’ll see what I can do. You must be tired. You should relax” Kenjaku stood up from the seat. His eyes were full of the wave of despair and guilt.

He slowly walked past where Jogo sat on the couch. Behind that couch, there was the man who was sitting on the floor. That man was ready to do his assignment when Kenjaku nodded.

It was a real tragedy. Jogo who was slightly tipsy and placed his head on the top of the couch, suddenly felt suffocated. The physical response alerted him to remove the object that was wrapped around his neck. His body was jerking.

The man behind his couch held both ends of the thick rope and hung with all the power he could pull. Jogo couldn’t even lift his head from the sofa headrest. At the last moment, he wondered if this was the same feeling his brother experienced that night.

“I’m sorry, brother…” at the last moment of his life, he murmured the most sincere apologies from the bottom of his heart.

____________________________________________

You finally got out of the hospital. You changed the cloths and saw the white hair man was there. Utahime was between two men, Gojo and Kento.

It was a lovely sight. You thought whoever ended up with Utahime must have been over the moon. You truly admired her She was kind, attractive, and brilliant.

“Y/n, are you ok?” Utahime asked.

You nodded.

“Can I help you walk?” she asked nervously.

You shook your head.

Her lips got tight. She was more nervous and anxious. She believed you both were at least friends or something that you should be comfortable enough to speak to her. Last time you talked to her a lot, even asked her many questions.

In fact, she was uneasy before she came here. Gojo shown a serious look and got busier lately. He did countless things he could, just to make sure the people who hurt you paid the consequence.

She knew Gojo was a good person. However, he never did this much to help anyone before. Unquestionably, no one in his life was harmed like this. It was still irritating to see how far he could go for you.

All the pieces slowly came together when she figured out the last time you talked to her because you wanted to ask questions about him. Her body was numbed. Her head turned to Gojo immediately.

Her iris expanded when she attentively observed how much he worried about you by the look he gave to you. His eyes kept following where ever you went and his body kept shaking like he wished to jump next to you.

The radiant blue sky turned gloomy because of you. That look used to be reserved for her and only her.

She then met Nanami’s eyes. His eyes were soft and tender toward her. However, it didn’t help to calm her heart at all. Actually, it never did.

Ironically, she admitted it now. The feeling she had toward Nanami was thrilled and fresh. Yet, it wasn’t love. She just knew when she was afraid to lose Gojo.

Utahime, Gojo, and Nanami walked behind you when on your left was Toge and on your right was Yuki. You all reached the front of the hospital. You sensed the crowd and flashlight. People were running to gather around you.

Reporter 1: What did you think about the news?

Reporter 2: How did you feel about the loss?

Reporter 3: Why did he decide to suicide? Because of the corruption and what happened?

Reporter 4: Do you think it was your fault to cause this?

“What did you say? Who did what?” you asked in confusion.

“Jogo was found dead this morning. He hung himself from the ceiling” Reporter 5 gave you information.

Report 6 “it seemed he did it several nights ago, but the police just found his dead body-”

“Go away” Gojo stood in front of you and stared furiously at all the people. He was so tall, so all the reporters could see how mad he was.

Suddenly, you flopped down on the ground. No tears. No voice. Your brain stopped working. You couldn’t hear anyone calling for you. It was like you only heard the voice of the television when it had no signal and went black and white.

____________________________________________

Kenjaku seated in the president's room. After Jogo’s news, he got promoted from the board to the position of director of hospital chains since no one truly knew about the hospital better than him.

He expected it would happen because he worked side by side with your father to make it bigger and for a long time behind Jogo’s back.

He picked up his phone and called his secretary. “Take care of Miwa. Make sure she has everything she needs. Have someone check with y/n too. Ahh, let Hanami be in there. Have a lawyer tell her to admit everything for the sake of her daughter”

Kenjaku sighed before he texted someone.

Kenjaku -

“I did everything as you said”

Unknown number -

“Good”

____________________________________________

It had been weeks since Jogo passed away. You were back to yourself. A person who never spoke much, or did not go out of the room in a day, was always embraced and loved by pain. You ate a bit and slept a lot. Sometimes, you rolled yourself like a ball and cried till you fell asleep.

Today was no different. You watched the ceiling. A moment later, you heard a knock on the door which called you back to the world. You opened it and met with Toge who delivered you an envelope.

The door was closed, you sat at the end of the bed, and checked the sender. It was sent from the prison. You were curious and opened to see what it was.

The letter only said “It wasn’t Jogo'' and ended it with Hanami’s signature. Eyes were quivering. You unconsciously chewed your inside cheek.

You decided the best way to apprehend the message was to meet her. Legs moved to grab the belongings and went out of the home to call a cab. An hour later, you arrived at the prison.

You were surprised by how you got a private meeting with her. You visualized it should be the booth like a phone call or something that you saw in the movie. For a moment, you gave attention to the door that was open and shifted your head to where the sound was produced.

Hanami was skinnier and her eyes were lifeless. She used to look elegant, but now you could actually see her cheekbones and the dark circles under her eyes.

“Because of Jogo, I got treated well even though I am here. He made sure I got everything I needed. He told me I would be out soon, but why he left me like that”

You simply listened quietly. Of course, you felt empathy toward her, but you could not forget she was the reason who put you in the hospital.

“I know what I did was unforgivable, but Jogo wouldn’t leave me like that. Someone killed him. Someone who was behind Kenjaku. I didn’t know much about this but that was what I heard from Jogo. Please I’ll stay in here but don’t let Miwa get hurt”

You were shocked when she asked for your help. Even more stunned, when she began to sit on the floor and hugged your right leg. You were about to say something, but people started coming in and taking her out.

You were dumbfounded how everything played in front of you. You didn’t know why they took Hanami away. You watched her scream helplessly as she was unwanted to go. Two things she said before being dragged out were, ‘To help Miwa and Jogo get killed’.

You were more dumbfounded when the staff quickly asked you out immediately. You were speechless but still followed them to the front of the prison.

You stood there for a while. The cool breeze from the end of the spring season caressed your skin. You looked up at the trees around you.

The colors of the leaves had changed to brown and red. Some trees, leaves were dry and fell on the ground. Unforeseenly, you felt the large jacket over your shoulder. You were surprised to get a glimpse of ocean blue eyes.

“You?!”

“Sorry, I-I visited you at the house, but I saw you left, so I followed. And..I-I I’m not a stalker, y’ know. I was just curious. We haven’t talked for a while. I-I just want to know if you’re ok. I mean I-I…Do you want to go somewhere or do you want to head home? Or if you want to go other places, I ca-”

“It’s fine. I want alone time. Thank you for this” you gave him back his heavy black jacket.

You were about to leave, but he grabbed your wrist first. “Don’t Don't go. Please, I beg you. If you want alone time, how about my place?”

You frowned at his suggestion. You wondered if he even considered using his brain before asking this kind of question or not, “No, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to see you or stay near you at all”.

“Please. Please. At least thinking of Yuki and Toge, I’m sure they want you to be with someone rather than being alone after what happened to you. I-I think if they know I’m with you they may feel better”

You glared at him in annoyance at how he used your loved ones as the upper card. “I don’t need you”

Gojo was panicking. He watched you walking away from him. His legs shifted to match your pace and stopped in front of you. “I was wrong. I didn’t mean to stand you up. I didn’t know it was your family…”

“No matter whether you knew it or not, it’s not an excuse to break a promise without telling. But it’s alright, you don’t have to go anyway. I have Kento” you told him flatly without looking at him and walked past him.

“But I want you!” Gojo shouted behind your back.

You stopped, turned your head to look at him, and spoke calmly. “You want her”

Gojo enlarged his eyes and ran to you. He knew without shouting the name out loud who you referred to, “ I’m worried about you. I just want to help you with the case of your family and Jogo and stuff. Please I beg you”

You closed your eyes before deciding to face him in an attempt to speak your mind clearly. To your surprise, he kneed on the ground.

You asked “What is this?”.

“Begging?” Gojo blinked innocently while pouting.

“Why are you kneeling?” you tilted your head to the right.

“To show how sincere I am?” he tilted his head to the same side as you.

“No, it’s pressuring me. I don’t appreciate it. People are looking at me. They may think I am bad if I don't forgive you, but in fact, we both know you and I don’t owe anything to each other. Do you understand? We’re using each other and that’s all”

Gojo was stunned by your explanations. Like a million daggers piercing his heart, he never thought that what you thought and felt at all.

He slowly stood up. “I’m sorry. Can you take me with you? Just think I’m one of your belongings like I'm your wallet? I won’t say anything to disturb you”

You observed him. His figure towered you. His shoulders slumped. He kept his head down. The wind played with his snowy hair glowing. You couldn’t see his sky blue eyes. Nonetheless, his hair mirrored the twilight shined on the waves of the ocean.

“Don’t leave me this time” you sighed.

Those blue eyes were glistering. The corners of his mouth lift up showing his bright tooth. He stepped forward close to you. “I won’t!”

In your head, this slash of blue shone brightness and warmth more than anything else.

____________________________________________

You waited for him in a tea pavilion at his house. Next to the pavilion was the big pine tree. The breeze from the beginning of winter was pretty cold.

However, the steam from hot tea and the heater warmed your body. The atmosphere was quiet enough to hear the leaves rustling and falling tardily.

Thud Thud Thud

The footsteps were heard loudly from someone who was running. “y/nnnnnnnn”

You swirled your head to his shouting sound.

“I got this. Hmm, don't remember who bought it. I think someone gave me a souvenir. It’s like an egg. Inside is a sweet black bean. Eat it, eat it. Ahhhhhhh open your mouth”

You were bewilded, but decided to do as he requested.

“Good? I like it a lot!” he crawled quickly to sit next to you.

You both enjoyed chatting with each other. He listened to what you told him, being with you made him feel nothing. It was like he was being with himself, nothing more and nothing less.

When you looked at him, he didn't feel longing for you, but it made him unable to find things to replace you. Your giggle wasn't so special, but he refused to hear anything else. Your sweet scent couldn't race his heartbeat, but he couldn't think of other scents he liked anymore.

Eventually, you told him about what happened when Hanami took you and what Hanami told you in the prison.

You didn’t expect his next move nor expect he would console you. Abruptly, an arm encircled around your head and another arm enveloped your body.

You sensed how two body had size differences. He stroked your back up and down. His warmth wrapped your body, “I’m here and I won’t leave you. Let's do this together. I’ll use all my power to find the truth and protect you”.

Your smaller body felt relieved in his delicate embrace. As if all the tension and sorrow were melting away because of him. Both of you didn’t hear someone coming until the soft voice of a woman calling Gojo’s name.

Gojo and you turned to see who it was. You both found Utahime stood still.

“Utahime?” Gojo voiced.

“Satoru, you didn’t pick up my calls”

“Huh?” he was confused with the first name she called.

“Sorry, I placed my phone in the living room I think?” Gojo tilted his head while one arm still hugged you.

You tried to move away from his body, but it seemed like his arm intended to keep you in his hold.

“What is it?” Gojo questioned her.

“I just came here to tell you that. Nanami and I came to agree to be just a friend” Utahime informed.

You could feel how he tensed his body just like you could tell how tight your heart was. Immediately, his eyes landed on yours. It was humorous, but his eyes didn’t show a sign of bliss at all.

You were used to looking at his eyes which were identical to a clear blue sky on a sunny day. However, at the moment, it was rather like dark blue clouds on a stormy day. You wondered if your eyes reflected the same sadness as his or not.

Chapter 7 < Chapter 8 > Chapter 9

[arievir]

- The Truth Never Be Told -

⋗ Series Masterlist - Gojo x f!reader

Genre: fluff, modern au, angst, thriller, mystery, investigation 

Synopsis: She tries to find what happened with her family. He tries to know her more. However, the hazardous events always bring them together.

Warning: suicide, murder, death, hospital, manipulation, physical and emotional abuse, domestic violence, toxic relationship, diseases, sexual suggestiveness, mental health, mental illness, cheating, family issues, emotional issues, blood, gaslighting, age gap relationship [present time - all characters age 20+] (Please be aware of these) (Appropriate for 18+)

Disclaimer: I do not own any main characters of Jujutsu Kaisen that is created by Gege Akutami. I only own the plot of this fanfiction and some minor characters that are made up by me. The plot of this story and some minor characters are not part of the original property.

—————————————————————————

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, …

[arievir]

mamagumi will hear about this