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I don't know how many "gojo is coming back" i got left in me

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when your card declines at therapy they explain satosugu lore to you in depth

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JJK Text Message AU makers are going straight to heaven.

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haikyuu (said while crying and sniveling and wailing)

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I love Haikyuu fanfiction. Like yeah, let's put these dudes in some situations

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never skipped haikyuu S3 OP that's my national anthem HIKARIAREEEE 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

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idiosyncrasies - satoru gojo x gn!reader

summary: part one︱after listening to geto and shoko's theory, you finally decide to do something about your unspoken feelings.

contents: fluff, little bit of pining, highschool!gojo, dessert cafés, the most awkwardly written confession ever, still ooc and still self indulgent

word count: 2.0k

a/n: ask and you shall receive !! i'm so sorry or the wait 😭😭 i really couldn't work out where i wanted this fic to go, but hopefully you'll enjoy how it ends :) feel free to send any requests to my ask box, i'm always grateful for ideas !!

in the days that followed shoko and geto sharing their revelations over an otherwise uneventful lunch period, you found yourself unable to shake your keen awareness of satoru's actions and behaviors around you. it was as if a spotlight had been cast on his every move, making it impossible for you to dismiss the possibility of deeper feelings hidden beneath his friendly facade.

your interactions with gojo became increasingly awkward. you couldn't help but scrutinize every touch, every glance, every shared laugh, searching for signs that he too yearned for more than friendship for you.

in doing so, you discovered even more of his peculiar habits.

one particularly mild october afternoon, you had accompanied satoru to a local coffee shop. it was a place you both routinely visited, sometimes alone but often together. the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet ambiance had hosted more than its fair share of your group study sessions and whispered conversations.

as you sipped your coffee and engaged in light and casual conversation, you couldn't help but to let out a sigh of satisfaction and softly hum along to the familiar melodies playing in the background. your gaze was intermittently drawn to satoru and eventually, you took notice of your companion carefully arranging the froth on his cappuccino into a somewhat wonky heart shape with the end of his spoon. he almost appeared to be glowing under the dim lights as he playfully peered over his usual sunglasses to meet your gaze.

"what's with the latte art today, satoru?" you asked, tilting your head in an attempt to get a less obstructed view of his masterpiece.

he shot you a boyish grin, leaning in closer to you from across the table as if he were sharing a secret, his eyes holding a mischievous glint. "it's for you." he replied with a cheeky wink.

you blink up at him, feeling your face flush as your mind races in an attempt to come up with some sort of response. you bring your hand up and gently push his face away from yours with your palm, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. in a feeble attempt to reground yourself, you take another hurried gulp of your coffee, making a point to not look at him.

on another night a few weeks later after a particularly grueling solo mission, you returned to the dorms exhausted and covered in small cuts and bruises. despite your injuries being mild, satoru insisted on taking care of your wounds, pestering you until you finally relented. his touch was gentle and warm, a shocking contrast to the unrelenting blows you had previously endured.

"you really don't have to do this, satoru." you said, trying to keep your voice steady as he tended to one of the nastier scrapes spanning the length of your forearm. "really, it's not that bad. i'll just ask shoko to look over it in the morning."

he keeps his gaze trained on his self-appointed task. "you know that i'll always take care of you."

the silence that followed was comfortable, both of you watching his nibble fingers continue to work at disinfecting and bandaging every wound.

when he finally finished looking over his handiwork, he stood from his position on the floor of the common room. wordlessly, he helped you to your feet from the couch and gently guided you down the hallway before stopping right outside of your dorm room.

unsure of how to end the exchange, you wait for him to speak first. instead, he tenderly presses his lips to your temple, mumbling a quiet "sleep tight." before disappearing from your sight, presumably heading to his own room for the night.

you stand still in your own doorway for a few minutes, still feeling the lingering warmth of his touch. you let out a soft sigh, faintly smiling to yourself before crawling into your bed and immediately drifting into a deep slumber.

"you've ruined my life!"

shoko doesn't even look up as you slam your hands onto her desk, too preoccupied with her phone. "what are you talking about?" she drawls.

"what am i talking about!? you know exactly what i'm talking about, shoko. what you said about satoru!" you hiss at her.

shoko finally lifts her gaze from her phone, her eyes locking onto yours. she raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "oh, that? we were just speaking the truth, you know."

you groan in frustration, flopping down into your designated chair beside her. "you and geto have planted this idea in my head, and now i can't stop thinking about it. it's driving me crazy!" your words are muffled as you buried your face in the crook of your crossed arms on the desk in front of you.

shoko turns to face you, giving you a somewhat sympathetic look. "is it really that bad that he likes you? i know he's kind of annoying, but he is your friend..."

your head shoots up at her suggestion. "what? no! it's not that i don't like him!" almost as if shocked by the volume of your own voice, you clamp your hands over your mouth. you stare at shoko with wide eyes as she laughs at you. "i just... wasn't prepared for this, that's all..." you mutter, embarrassed.

shoko tilts her head thoughtfully as her laughter subsides. "i get it, i get it. you're worried about what might happen to your friendship if things change."

you nod your head rapidly, grateful that she understands your hesitation. "exactly! what if this is all a huge misunderstanding, it would make things so awkward, right?" you reply, before quietly confessing. "i really don't want to lose him as a friend, shoko."

your friend leans back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "i don't think you have to worry about that, it's still gojo after all. he doesn't exactly seem like the type to let something like this to get in the way of his friendships." she gives you a reassuring smile but before you can thank her for the encouragement, the classroom door swings open and in walks the final two members of your class.

you and shoko are quick to drop your conversation as you both shift your focus to satoru and suguru's loud bickering, which works to quickly lighten the mood in the room.

you can't help but to let out a genuine laugh, satoru's wild gestures and suguru's deadpan responses creating an entertaining spectacle. although you're not completely sure what the topic of their debate is yet, it's clear that the dynamic duo's spirited conversation brings a sense of comfortable familiarity to the room.

they make their way towards their desks, they quickly pull you and shoko into their conversation. boisterous laughter fills the room for the next several minutes before yaga enters, yelling at the class to quieten down.

as you settle back into your seat, your mind can't help but to replay your earlier conversation with shoko. the more you thought about it, the more you realised she was right. perhaps it was a good idea to bring your feelings up to satoru - even if he didn't feel the same, maybe a firm rejection was just what you needed to calm your racing thoughts.

before you know it, the bell that signals the end of class is ringing. you stand up, stretching your arms above your head in an attempt to alleviate the tension that had settled in your shoulders. before you have the opportunity to gather your belongings, a familiar weight gently presses against the crown of your head. It's satoru's trademark gesture, using your head as his unofficial armrest.

"there's a new dessert café that just opened, wanna join me?" his voice is warm and inviting as always, drawing your attention away from your thoughts. "i read online that they have something called a volcano cake, doesn't that sound so cool? we have to try it."

you don't even realise that you're smiling, replying before you even have the chance to check your schedule. "alright, let's go." he straightens up and you finally lift your bag as you both walk towards the open door. before you leave, you turn to wave goodbye to shoko and geto only to see them already exchanging smug grins and giving you a double thumbs up each. you lower your hand and scoff at their antics.

as you strolled down the unfamiliar streets toward the café, the warm rays of the late afternoon sun created a scenic walk. your footsteps fell in sync with his as your conversation came to a gradual stop, a comfortable silence overcoming you before you finally arrived at your destination. satoru urges you to find a good seat for you both while he orders, and you're once again left alone with your thoughts.

he's back before you know it, his tray stacked high with all sorts of sweet treats. as he sets it down in front of you, the anticipated dessert catches your eye - a molten chocolate eruption atop a delicate slice of cake, sprinkled with icing sugar and decorated with an assortment of berries. you had to admit, it looked impressive.

you marveled at his overwhelming delight as he described each desert, his childlike joy and bright smile was infectious as you continued to listen to his speech.

"look at this one," he said, gesturing to a miniature cheesecake adorned with a raspberry glaze. "i tried something similar at a bakery with suguru a while back, and it was so good i had to get one for you to try too! and this one," he continued, pointing to a chocolate delicate mousse tart, "it's like a dream in every bite, i promise you."

his animated explanations only heightened the anticipation, and you couldn't help but be charmed by his passion for sweets. as you dug into the platter of desserts together, the conversation continued to shift through multiple topics.

it was then you finally decided to address the elephant in the room, telling yourself it was the perfect moment. tucked into the back corner with the afternoon sun casting its soft gaze over the two of you, you spoke up.

"hey, satoru." you began, your voice soft and surprisingly steady. "there's something i want to talk to you about."

you can feel his gaze on you, and can almost imagine how his head tilts with curiosity. "hm? what's on your mind?" he muses.

your gaze is trained on your hands which lay flat on the table before you, your fingers lightly tapping a rhythm. as you take a moment to gather your thoughts, you listen to the distant chatter of the other customers that surround you, the soft clinks of cutlery brushing ceramic. "shoko and geto, they mentioned something to me not too long ago," you started, "they said that they think you... like me." your words carry an aura of uncertainty, but you finally urge yourself to look at his face. gojo's expression is a mix of shock and mock betrayal, his eyes are wide and his jaw is clenched.

"those jerks..." her whines. "i wanted to be the one to tell you! i should've known they'd blab about it eventually." your jaw drops and you can barely hold in a shocked yelp at his unexpected admission, rendered momentarily speechless as you watch him roll his eyes and slump further back into his chair with his arms crossed.

"what are you talking about?" you stammer, trying to come up with anything to say. you can feel the tension from moments ago dissipate as your shoulders relax.

"well, i mean it's not a secret anymore, right?" you can recognise the playful glint in his eyes as he teases you, shifting his posture once again to lean in closer to you from over the table. "i like you. a lot."

you don't make any attempt to conceal the warm smile that graces your features, eyes crinkling in delight. "well, that's quite the confession, satoru."

he shrugs, still maintaining eye contact. "i figured i'd take the plunge. go big or go home, right?" a crooked, cocky smile found its home on his lips as you lightly scoff at his unwavering self-confidence.

"yeah, yeah." you mumble, raising your eyebrow in amusement at his declaration. "i like you too." feigning nonchalance at his confession, but the bright fondness that shone through your eyes made your affections clear.

you couldn't wait to tell shoko the good news.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk season 2 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo x reader #gojo #jujutsu gojo

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quirks was so cute i loved it so so much

just wondering if there's any plans for a part 2 ???

hi anon !! thank u so much everyone’s been so sweet about quirks n it literally means the world 😭😭

as for a part 2 - it’s def in works !! i have about 1.6k written for it already, so i’m hoping to have it posted within the next few days :)

#katie answers ٠ ࣪⭑ #katie talks ٠ ࣪⭑ #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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i miss reigen i hope he hits a curb while parking

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"i was an unwanted child" ok? i would've neglected you too, ugly

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quirks - satoru gojo x gn!reader

summary: part two︱you like to think you’re aware of all of satoru’s quirks, but shoko thinks you may have missed a few.

contents: fluff, newly realised feelings, highschool!gojo, he's honestly not even actually there for a lot of it, shoko and geto are tho, honestly a little bit of whipped gojo, probably ooc but definitely self indulgent

word count: 1.2k

a/n: how are we coping since 236 guys ????? wrote this feeling like i’d been widowed so i guess this counts as my coping mechanism 😭 hope you enjoy anyway, constructive criticism and any ideas or opinions you have are always welcome !!

in your past year of knowing satoru gojo, you’d made a note of his multiple quirks.

you noticed how when the group of second years went out to eat together at the weekends, he would whine about how good everyone else’s food looks until everyone at the table took pity (or annoyance, in suguru’s case) and spooned some of their meal onto his plate.

you noticed how when he was in class, listening to yaga drone on about the different types of curses, he would never let all of the legs of his chair rest on the ground. he was constantly swinging back and forth. it’s a miracle that he’s never fallen back, you think.

you even noticed how he somehow kept a momento from every single hangout and mission, each of them stored in a little wooden box he kept on his bedside table back in the dorms. in the past, you’d seen him slide seemingly worthless ticket stubs and receipts into his pockets, and when the curiosity finally got the better of you and you asked what he did with them, you only received a cheeky grin and a wink from your friend.

so, when shoko finally told you some of her own observations of his behaviours and habits during your lunch break one day, it’s safe to say it shocked you.

“i think it’s pretty obvious that he likes you.” she speaks casually, as if her words hadn’t caused you to choke on your own food. she passes you her bottle of water and pats your back. “you couldn’t tell?”

after gulping down half of her water, and spluttering a few times, you finally found your voice, letting out a strangled “he’s my friend - he does not like me like that!”

the look shoko gives you is one of ridicule, but before she can say anything else, you quickly continue.

“how’d you even come to that conclusion anyway, you’re not usually much of a gossip. that’s suguru’s job." you attempt to joke, but you feel the strained smile drop from your face as the boy you mentioned approaches the table and plops down beside your friend.

speak of the devil...

you see shoko's eyes light up, but before you can even attempt to cut her off again, she turns to suguru. "geto! back me up here, isn't it so obvious that gojo likes (y/n)?"

"mhm." he hums, barely even acknowledging the fact that his confirmation has sent you spiraling for the second time. "he's not exactly subtle about it."

"you guys are being ridiculous."

now it's suguru's turn to look at you like you've suddenly grown two heads. "you really didn't know?"

shoko lets out a laugh at his genuine confusion, and reaches into her bag to pull out a cigarette. you quickly hand her a lighter you keep on hand just for moments like this and she quietly thanks you before continuing. "have you never noticed how he's always touching you in some way?"

"that's just how he is!" you defend. "he's always hanging off of suguru too!"

the pair in front of you share a look, before geto continues. "what about how he never lets you walk closest to the road?"

you stop for a second, trying to pinpoint an occasion - just one - where he had only to come up empty handed. in fact, the more you think about it, the more sense it makes. you replay your moments walking back to the dorms after class with satoru, with his arm always casually wrapped around your shoulder. you remember how he always looked comfortable and at peace. you even remember how he would gently bump you closer into the sidewalk if you were walking with someone else, sticking his tongue out at you and ruffling your hair if you voiced a complaint at his behaviour.

your mouth dries up as you try to come up with another excuse to brush off your friends' observations, but you start to question yourself.

maybe they're right...?

you shake you head, as if trying to clear your head of these thought. "he does that for everyone, you guys are just reading too much into it."

between drags of her cigarette, shoko chuckles. "he's never done it for me." geto leans forward from his seat across from you and gently flicks in between your eyebrows. your hand immediately clamps down on the spot, and you groan at him. "what was that for!?"

he ignores your dramatics. "why are you so sure that we're lying?"

his genuine question makes you stop to think. it wasn't that you didn't like gojo, in fact, you hadn't dedicated much time to thinking about him in that way at all. your friends being so insistent on the fact that he liked you made you slowly start to realise that maybe you did share some affections for the ill mannered boy.

you continue to mull over as many interactions and memories that you have shared with satoru, slowly connecting the dots in your head. he always was more gentle with you, never polite but always kind. he regularly brought you souvenirs back from missions that you weren't assigned to and he always insisted on sitting next to you on the train home, offering you the window seat every single time.

almost as if they can hear your inner monologue being to spiral, shoko pipes up once more. "he gave you a different ring tone so he'd know every time you call."

you feel your heart stop for a second, unsure as to why this in particular made you finally believe their words, but before you even have the opportunity to dismiss them again (now in an attempt to convince yourself more than them) you feel the seat beside you sink with additional weight and a familiar arm flung around your shoulder. you barely even register the smug smile shoko is flashing you from across the table as you focus on attempting to cool your face.

"i can't believe you guys started eating without me!" satoru whines, leaning even more heavily into your side. he makes quick work of plucking a large chunk of meat out of your bento, sending you a sly grin as you look up at him in dismay. "what were you guys talkin' about?"

suguru meets your eyes, raising his eyebrows as he meets your glare, urging him to shut his mouth. "oh nothing." he hums, before completely changing the subject.

the conversation from moments prior is still fresh in your mind, and you're now very aware of the soft glances gojo keeps sending your way. you suddenly feel a lot more awkward in his presence, and you barely notice how you're fidgeting with your hands under the table and not participating in the conversation anymore.

that is until you feel warm hands grip your own, effectively halting their movement. "you okay?" you can barely hear satoru over the blood pumping in your ears, and you're unaware of the laughs shoko and geto are trying desperately to hold back whilst watching the scene as you try to speak.

you start to wish your friends had kept their observations to themselves.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk season 2 #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk satoru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #gojou satoru x reader #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you

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「 ‎‧₊˚✩ jjk masterlist! ✩˚₊‧」

˗ˏˋ yuji itadori ˎˊ˗

handwriting (0.2k) - yuji’s handwriting reflects his personality, especially in notes to you.

˗ˏˋ megumi fushiguro ˎˊ˗

phone calls (0.2k) - megumi always calls you in the evening.

˗ˏˋ satoru gojo ˎˊ˗

quirks (1.2k) - you like to think you’re aware of all of satoru’s quirks, but shoko thinks you may have missed a few. (part one of idiosynracsies)

idiosyncrasies (2.0k) - after listening to geto and shoko's theory, you finally decide to do something about your unspoken feelings. (part two of quirks)

#masterlist #mlist #gojo satoru x reader #itadori yuji x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #gojo x Reader #itadori x reader #megumi x reader

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i feel like a wife who lost her husband in the war

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rough week for the gojo lovers …

#i’ve been widowed #tears in my eyes #katie talks ٠ ࣪⭑ #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk season 2 #jjk 236

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GOJO !!!! SPEAK TO US RIGHT NOW !!!!!

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phone calls with megumi fushiguro are quiet — words exchanged in soft whispers and relaxed pauses. they’re never uncomfortable. he’s not particularly fond of small talk, but he’ll always start the call by asking about your day. he’s happy to hear you ramble about whatever strikes your interest at that particular moment, adding the occasional quip or hum to reassure you that he’s still listening.

your phone calls are long, easily lasting a few hours in length. he’s fond of leaving your call on speaker phone so that he can keep his hands free and move around, sometimes doing chores or working on homework whilst you speak. just being on a call with you is enough for him, even if you both just continue with your own separate activities.

he prefers to call you during the evening when he finally has the chance to wind down after a long day. he’s cemented your nightly calls into his daily routine, so it’s not uncommon to hear the clinking of a mug of tea or the pages of his latest book about the solar system flipping in the background.

he’s never the first to hang up, preferring to stay on the line even after your soft snores fill the silence. as he listens to you slowly drift off, he mumbles a simple ‘sleep tight’, a gentle smile gracing his face.

#I NEED HIM #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro #megumi #jjk #jujutsu Kaisen #megumi x rea #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk drabbles #megumi Fushiguro Drabble #fushiguro fluff #megumi fluff

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yuji itadori is the type to grip his colouring pencils with his whole fist. he thinks of the lines as mere suggestions, and he’s so heavy handed with his strokes.

his handwriting can best be described as an unorganised scrawl - notoriously messy and barely legible. his hands just can’t keep up with how quickly his thoughts flow. he makes frequent mistakes, often choosing to put a wonky cross through them rather than to search through his backpack for correction tape. “it would waste too much time” he claims. his handwriting is large, taking up as much room on the page as possible, and is littered with a seemingly random assortment of capital letters and punctuation that makes no sense to anyone but him.

occasionally, when reading a note he’s left behind, you’ll find that it’s been quickly decorated with little doodles. it’s quite common when he’s in a good mood, the margins of the letter being filled with rushed doodles - what he’d had for lunch that afternoon, a few stars, a crude attempt at capturing fushiguro’s scowl. one thing that always appears in these notes however, is the small self portrait he leaves beside his name at the end. trademark spiky hair, bright grin and a little thumbs up he hopes will make you smile.

#sobs he’s my son #yuji #itadori #yuji itadori #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yuji fluff #itadori fluff #jjk headcanons #itadori headcanons #drabble #jjk drabbles #itadori x reader