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Satoru Gojo, the strongest, who cared only about dominating the court suddenly cared only about you. Him and his team were practicing for a game next week in the school gym when he noticed you sitting among the crowd of spectators. Whenever him and his team practice, the students in school will always come watch in their free time. He recognized some familiar faces, but you, he doesn't recognize you. He had never seen you here before, and something about you dragged his attention towards you.

Satoru, who never misses a shot when he has his hand on the ball, suddenly misses? Dead silence. His team stared at him with confusion and disbelief that the Satoru Gojo missed a shot. His best friend and teammate, Suguru, came up to him with concern in his eyes and asked– "Are you alright, Satoru?"

Satoru runs his hand through his hair and huffed out a fine to his best friend. What the fuck just happened to him? Must have been a fluke he said to himself as his eyes wandered towards the crowd who was gossiping about his failed shot. His eyes then wandered towards you who was staring right at him. His eyes widen when you caught him staring at you before quickly turning away. His heart racing in his chest in an uncontrollable pace. He noticed Suguru and his teammates still staring at him with concern in their eyes.

"C'mon, let's continue practice," he sighs. "I just got distracted. It won't happen again."

The team was reluctant to continue practice because no matter how distracted Gojo was, he had never missed a shot. He could practically play a game with his eyes closed and not miss, but all of a sudden, he missed? As practice continued, Satoru made no other mistakes. He didn't miss again, but every time he scores, his eyes always end up wandering towards you.

Fuck. What the fuck is happening to him? Why can't he stop his eyes from going towards you whenever he scores? Why is he so focused on the way your eyes light up in awe as he makes every shot? The way you wet your soft looking lips with your tongue as you stood at the edge of your seat. You were a sinful sight to behold.

When practice ended, Satoru quickly left the court to go to the locker room. As he pushed past his teammates, he noticed their confused expression. Their confusion was understandable because, normally, Satoru would be the last one to their locker room. Satoru loves attention, so he would always give out fan services when practice or a game ends. However, this time, Satoru was quickly pushing open the gym door to escape, and his eyes wander towards you one last time before completely exiting the gym. He doesn't like what he's feeling right now. It was suffocating, but it's ok, right? Today was just a one-time thing. Oh, how wrong he was.

Since that day, he noticed that you always were there during their practice. He knows you're not from his school because of your uniform, so who exactly were you? Who allowed you in? And why is it that he couldn't get enough of you? Why did you suddenly show up in his life out of nowhere?

Satoru sat down on the bench as the other continued the practice game, wiping his sweat with his towel as he secretly watched you. You who had his under some kind of spell. You who he hasn't spoken one word to since the day he saw you. He wanted you to say his name. Hear the syllables of his name come out of your soft looking lips. Gojo wasn't dumb. He just likes pretending to be, so it doesn't help that he knew exactly what was going on with him. He knew what he was feeling, and it was downright stupid. Fuck love at first sight. It shouldn't exist. He shouldn't want to kiss you. He doesn't even know your name! He groans as he run his hand through his hair again. He curse at himself before he felt something cold touch his cheeks.

"What caught your eyes, Captain?"

Satoru took the water bottle from Shoko's hand and took a big sip. "What are you doing here, Shoko? Don't you have that medical test or whatever to study for?"

Shoko rolled her eyes at his comment– "That was yesterday Gojo. So are you just going to ignore my question? Clearly, something is up for you to miss your shot a few days ago."

"No idea what you're talking about," Satoru replied as he fixed his hair. "Didn't miss nothing."

"Right. It's not like the whole school was gossiping about you missing for the first time."

"These people and their big mouths..." He mumbles. Funny coming from him since he himself would have done the same if the situation was flipped.

Shoko looked toward the place Gojo was eyeing and then saw you. She blinked once and then looked back at Gojo before huffing out a small laugh. Someone is going to be in for a surprise.

"That's his sister, y'know?"

"Not funny, Shoko," Satoru said before looking at Shoko's expression. She was serious. You and your brother look nothing alike. He sighs before mumbling a curse under his breath.

"Oh fuck indeed," Shoko laughs again as she turned towards the gym door. "Going to need some sweets?"

"Yeah, I'll pay you back later."

"Free of charge today. My compensation for this free entertainment. It's going to be an interesting few days." Satoru was now left to his own thoughts. He couldn't help but sigh at his predicament.

Satoru never got the chance to speak to you. Whenever he tries to go towards you, he stops and turns away. He couldn't help but be nervous when it comes to you. It's not his fault that he thinks he'll faint from hearing your voice. He'll talk to you one day when the opportunity arises. It seems fate had granted him his wish. Satoru had met you outside one morning right before his team game. You had accidentally bumped into him while rushing.

"Ouch!" You rubbed your nose from the sudden collision before looking up at him with your innocent and beautiful eyes. Oh fuck. Your voice was music to his ears. He just gone to heaven and what made it even worse was how you looked. Why the fuck do you look so pretty this early in the morning? He himself could barely get out of bed for today's game. His hair is messy and all over the place. His shirt is not all the way buttoned, and his tie is hanging loosely over his neck. If he didn't have a game today, he would be at school getting scold. He just looked like a mess compared to you. Sure, he is a hot mess right now, but this was not the impression he wanted to give when he talked to you. He listened to your endless apologies before interrupting with a question.

"You coming to the game?"

"Huh?" You stopped your apologies at his sudden question before his question clicked. You didn't know he noticed you during his practices. Your eyes instantly light up and grab his hand. "Yes, I am! I'm very excited since it's my first time witnessing a game! I've been to your practice for a while because of my brother's invitation. Oh, my brother is–"

As you continued your rambling, Satoru's eyes were fixated on the fact that you were holding his hands. Your small and soft hand holding his. He stopped your rambling by taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. An intimate act. You looked up at him in confusion, and before you could say anything, he was tugging you along.

"Making sure you don't get lost on the way. Let's walk together to the stadium." An excuse to keep your hand in his even though you were practically strangers. He made sure you couldn't let go.

When the two of you finally arrived at the stadium, he had to let you go. He didn't want to let go, but he had to go towards the locker room so he could change into his game uniform.

"Name is Satoru Gojo. Call me Satoru. Let's hang out after the game today." He then brought your hand towards his lips and kissed it. His eyes moved up towards your eyes, holding your gaze as he whispered– "Keep your eyes on me." He then quickly left towards the locker room, his ears burning from his sudden boldness. While he can dominate the court, you have dominated his heart.

When he entered the locker room, his team was already getting ready for the big games. He quickly went to his locker beside his best friend and started to undress his school uniform. Suguru was already ready for the game, so he was sitting on the bench in the locker room, drinking some water.

"I'm in love with your sister," Satoru blurted out, causing Suguru to immediately spit out the water he was drinking. Confusion and disbelief were written all over his face.

"What?"

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RIP to myself

Accidentally releasing my flying Pikachu in Pokemon Violet 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I hope there will be a future flying Pikachu again 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#pokemon violet #my own stupidity cost my pikachu #flying pikachu #I am bawling

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WHAT IF teen!Gojo and teen!reader are best friends teetering on the edge of lovers but they get into a petty little argument and start ignoring each other right???? so reader goes on a date with someone else to be petty and Gojo internally freaks out. So, him and his friends get in disguises as Gojo tries to sabotage the date without being noticed but instead he accidentally helps the other guy look great and impressive every time💀

Geto, shoko, and Nanami don’t help Satoru. They just watch and laugh😭 good fluffy ending though pls

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST !!!!! i loved this idea so so much- i kinda tweaked the request slightly but i hope this is ok <3 i love you and thank you for your patience !

“Normal”

- in which you’re on a date with someone that isn’t Gojo.

“Does this count as stalking?”

It absolutely did count as stalking.

Gojo, Shoko, Nanami and Geto were currently huddled in a dimly lit booth hunkering down as to not be seen by you…or your pompous looking date sat opposite you.

“It’s not stalking.” Gojo splutters, glaring at Geto through the top of his sunglasses, “It’s just..just-”

“You tracking Y/N down and making us watch her on a date.” Shoko muses, rolling a cigarette between her fingers, reaching for her lighter.

“Exactly!”

Nanami groans, his head falling backwards, hair falling over the curve of his eyebrows, hiding his face slightly.

Shaking his head, a small grin dances across Geto’s calm face, watching as Gojo pouts and glares at your table, eyes completely trained on your face.

“‘S’not even that good looking, she just has a thing for guys that flatter her.” He grumbles under his breath, flicking the fancy wall he leaned on.

“Think most girls enjoy feelin’ pretty Gojo.” Shoko replies, hand still feeling around in her pocket, “Oh fuck sakes, I’ve lost my lighter…Hey- Geto, you wouldn’t happen to have a spare one on ya?”

Geto nodded, tossing her a purple lighter from across the table, smiling gently as she thanked him.

“You shouldn’t smoke inside.” Nanami mutters, now staring down at the menu in-front of him, finger tracing along the prices in thought, seeming to pause on the brownie section.

“No one can see, we’re fine.” She sighs, taking a drag and blowing it towards Gojo, grinning as he dramatically clutches his chest, gasping for air.

“What’s the point of us even being here Gojo.” Nanami huffs, side eyeing the bakery stand parallel to their table.

“Because, I need to show her that this..this loser is nothing compared to me!”

“I don’t know Satoru.” Geto muses, taking a sip of his camomile, “Y/N seems pretty into him.”

“Suguru!” Gojo gasps in horror, betrayal dripping from his voice and on to the curve of his disgusted face.

Shoko wiggles her eyebrows teasingly, inhaling before continuing. “He has a point Gojo, I mean look, you ever see her smile like that?”

Gojo whips his head around to stare at you, and Shoko covers her mouth to hide a poorly restrained giggle, sharing a glance with Geto.

“I make her smile like that- She smiles like that with me!!” He whines, and Nanami rolls his eyes.

A waitress smashes a glass from behind the café’s counter, you jump slightly in your seat and turn to look over at the sound, you don’t notice the group of strange looking teenagers ducking down at your movement, concealing themselves poorly in their seats.

Your date laughs at you, you blush and turn back to him bashfully, excusing yourself for being so on edge.

Gojo glares.

“So what’s the plan then Gojo.” Nanami drawls, resting his face on his palm.

“Yes! The plan!” Gojo splutters, looking away from your pretty, pretty face to look at the three of them.

He hesitates and Shoko groans.

“You do have a plan don’t you?”

“Of course I do!..So, the plan..the plan um, well-”

“He has no plan.” Geto interrupts.

“Jesus Christ Gojo.”

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Shut up!” Gojo exclaims, “I’m thinking give me a second would ya?”

“Nanami if your leaving I’m coming with you.”

“Wanna go now Shoko?”

“Guys!”

Gojo slumps forward in his chair, his face resting on the table as he whines.

Geto rests a hand on his back and chuckles, shaking his head at the two other sorcerers.

“It’s ok Satoru, we can all figure something out ‘kay?”

“Yea?” Gojo replies, his voice muffled by the table.

“Yea.”

Instantly, Gojo springs up, his eyes as wide as his smile.

“Ok let’s brainstorm.” Geto suggest, his voice like honey as he removes his hand from Gojo’s back and reaches back to his tea.

“What if we spill tea over him!” Gojo gasped, pointing towards the cup in Geto’s hand, a sharp look crossing his face.

“Stupid. Y/N would see us.” Shoko grumbles.

“No- See Shoko, the point of a brain storming session means we make suggests and listen without judgement.” Gojo argues, crossing his arms.

“Yea but your idea was stupid.” Nanami concludes, watching as Shoko nods.

“You suggest something then Nanamin!”

“I’m suggesting nothing, this whole idea is foolish.”

“OoOoh “Foolish” is it?”

“I’m leaving.”

Nanami stands up reaching for his bag, scowling at Gojo.

“Hey, hey Nanami c’mon ignore him he’s just..” Geto pauses with a quick regard to Gojo, “He’s just Satoru.”

“An idiot.” Shoko chimes.

“Yes, an idiot.”

Nanami sighs as he sits down, placing his brown bag back at his feet reluctantly ignoring Gojo’s grin.

“…What if we trip up the waitress as she’s bringing them their food.” Shoko suggests, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“That could work!”

“No, Satoru, that just causes trouble to the waiting staff.”

“And?”

Geto rolls his eyes, “We don’t need to cause anyone any trouble just because you’re too afraid to just ask Y/N out.”

“I am not afraid!” Gojo moans, putting his face in his hands.

“Uh huh, that’s why you fell out with her when she told you about the date.” Shoko laughs, wiping off ash from her arm.

“What was I supposed to do?” Gojo queries, frowning.

“Talk to her?” Nanami deadpans, “Like a normal person.”

“Our Gojo isn’t normal though.” Shoko winks, nudging an unamused Nanami.

“Focus guys.” Geto says, clapping his hands twice to draw attention.

Your sweet laugh echoes through the cafe, and Gojo pouts, shoulders slumping.

You were supposed to be sitting opposite him laughing.

It was supposed to be his food with which you shared.

And yet one petty argument about some random guy you had met in returning from your last mission asking you out, had ruined everything.

The shared glances between you and Gojo, how you leaned on his shoulder when you slept in classes, the way he would always keep an eye on your cursed energy when joining you in battle.

All those little moments had dissolved in the bitter moments after you informed him of your date, a small smile dancing in your eyes.

“He said I was pretty Toru’” You had said, your eyes wide, and Gojo wanted to cover the love sick gleam glistening in your eyes with his hand.

“I always think your pretty.” He mumbled, watching you cock your head in confusion.

“What was that?” You questioned, leaning towards him slightly, trying to recall his quiet words.

“Nothin’.” His curt response didn’t phase you as you moved backwards, a charming skip in your step.

“Think he sounds stupid.” Gojo was never good at expressing his true feelings, and in that moment, Gojo’s sheer panic over you leaving him overpowered his aloofness.

“You think someone thinking I’m pretty is stupid?” Your shoulders fell, and you turn to him, a small lour crossing your face.

“What? No? That’s not what I-”

“It what’s you said though Toru’” You sighed, and Gojo cursed at himself for the glimmer of insecurity that appeared to vex you in that moment.

“It’s just- Well he’s just stupid.”

“So you are calling him stupid for telling me I’m pretty.”

“No! He’s stupid! Not his words!”

“That’s the same thing Gojo!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!”

And now Gojo’s watching as Geto summons one of his smallest and weakest curses to push your stupid dates chair over, sunglasses off and held in his fist.

“Oh so we’re actually going with this plan? I wasn’t imagining it?” Shoko muses, stealing a forkful of Nanami’s brownie.

“Nobody else had any better ideas.” Gojo silenced, waving a hand in her direction, practically clamouring on top of Geto to watch.

“Satoru watch it, I can’t see where my curse is going with you on me.” Geto scolds, brushing the white haired man off.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Nanami’s disinterest oozes out from his voice, nudging his plate over to Shoko who smiles brightly at his offer.

Geto flexes his hand, ensuring that the curse went unnoticed by you, it ducked under a table and weaved between chair legs.

“Make sure Y/N doesn’t see it!” Gojo panics, his hand covering his mouth.

Geto pauses, and looks over his shoulder towards Gojo, eyebrow raised.

“…Sit down Satoru.”

And Gojo immediately drops, hands on his legs.

The curse bobbles over to under your dates chair, and Geto smiles, before releasing his hold.

.

.

.

The sound of your dates chair toppling over boomed through the cafe, and with a swift flick of his finger, the curse dissapears, and all four of the sorcerer’s immediately drop their heads.

“Oh my God? Are you ok?!” Your concerned voice follows, and you stand up instantly, rushing towards your date, who grins at you from the floor.

“Oops, must have slipped.” He smiles, accepting your hand in helping in up, wiping the memory of his fall off of his jeans. “At least I have a pretty lady to help me in my moment of weakness.”

You giggle, and push his shoulder, “Oh shush you tease.” Bending over to pick up his chair.

“Oh no don’t worry I got it.” Your date winks, helping you lift the chair.

“How??!?!” Gojo groans, watching you swoon, “What is happening?”

“Man.. She must really like him eh?” Shoko offers, sharing a cheeky smile with Geto.

“Maybe it’s hopeless.” Nanami chimes in, “Do you want to finish this?” He asks Shoko, gesturing to the half eaten brownie.

“Actually?”

“Yea go on, you seem to be enjoying it.”

“Maybe.” Geto cuts in, “Maybe we should just leave them be? Let it fizzle out naturally?”

“What if there is no naturally Suguru.” Gojo mopes, kicking the leg of the table.

“Gojo it’s obvious she likes you, and it’s obvious you’re both smitten.” Shoko says, her voice muffled and she finishes Nanami’s brownie.

“..You think?”

“Everyone thinks.” Nanami replies, “Haibara thought you two were dating when we first joined the school.”

“How is Haibara by the way?” Geto questioned, “Why didn’t he join us?”

“Not sure, he said something about needing more sleep before his first solo mission.”

“Isn’t that next week?” Shoko adds.

“He likes his sleep.”

“Come on guys! Focus!!” Gojo exclaims. “I’m in a dire situation here!!”

“A dire situation that could be solved with a conversation, Gojo.” Nanami rolls his eyes.

“Try the curse again Suguru.”

“Satoru it didn’t work once, it probably won’t work a second time.”

“Ugh.” Gojo slumps back, a sigh escaping his lips. “If you’re all so sure Y/N likes me, then why is she with that loser right now?”

“She probably got tired waiting for you to make a move Gojo.” Shoko replies.

“Yea the “will they, won’t they” becomes tiresome after a while.” Geto agrees, pushing his empty cup towards the middle of the table.

“Ah!” Shoko says pointing over at you.

“They’re leaving Gojo.” Nanami affirms, joining Shoko in pointing.

“What?!?” Gojo gapes, “No!”

Geto laughs, shoving Gojo to his feet, watching you leave the cafe. “Go get her Satoru.”

“But how?” Gojo moans.

“Just go!” They all exclaim, and Gojo pauses for a split second before he’s bounding towards the door.

By the time he’s outside, you’re waving goodbye to your date, promising to call him as he walks the other way.

You look happy he thinks, and suddenly feels very out of place.

Gojo’s begins to turn to go back into the cafe, admitting defeat, when he hears your voice behind him.

“Gojo?” You gasp, disbelief permeating from your voice. And Gojo freezes, turning around awkwardly to face you.

“Hi.” Gojo replied, scuffing his shoes against the ground as he approaches you, hands in his pockets attempting to appear cool.

You look at him, your mouth slightly agape as you fiddle with the sleeve of your jumper, processing his appearance.

“You followed me to my date?” You ask accusingly, glancing around.

“He didn’t offer to take you home?” Gojo chooses to ignore you, refusing to acknowledge the implication of your words.

“I told him I could go back by myself.”

“Some guy.”

“Satoru.” You pause, lifting a hand to stop him, “Why are you here?”

A car drives past the pair of you, it’s headlights cast shadows across his perfect face and your hold yourself back from staring.

He stalls, looking at you for a moment. “C’mere, I’ll walk you home.”

“Satoru.”

You’re tired of his deflections, for once you just want to talk.

You both stare at each-other, silence decorating the air between you.

And Gojo shakes his head, stepping backwards and looking away.

“You look good.” He mutters.

“Good?”

“Pretty alright? You look pretty, he was right.”

“My date?”

Gojo’s sunglasses fall down the bridge of his nose slightly as he leans down to look at you.

“Who else?” He muses.

You don’t understand, your heart fluttering pathetically in your chest as you prove further.

“Why are you telling me this now?” You ask, your voice light, scarce of hope.

“Because.” Gojo hesitates, hating how unsure he sounds in this moment. “Because you are.”

You step towards him, it’s a slow movement and Gojo watches you almost cautiously.

“It took me going on a date with someone else for you to finally say something?” You tease, your hands shaking despite the confidence in your words.

“Would have said something without him, y’know?”

“..Really?” Your eyes widen, a tiny grin crossing your face.

Gojo nods, and you take another step and hug him, burying your face in the warmth of his chest.

And Gojo’s smile almost hurts his cheeks as he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you in closer.

“You’re an idiot.” You mumble, looking up at him.

“But you like me.” He replies, cockily grinning down at you, blue eyes sparkling.

“Yea, I do.” You whisper, clinging to him, moving your head backdown to face his chest, face burning with your confession.

A small kiss is placed on the top of your head and you hold back a giddy laugh, pulling away from his embrace completely.

“So…Does that mean you’ll let me take you out?” Gojo questions, taking your hand and pulling you gently along to walk with him.

“Hmm I don’t know..Are you asking?” Your head leans on his arm, grabbing his arm as you walk.

“I would take you somewhere much better than that shitty cafe.”

And you’re laughing, “You love that cafe Toru.”

And he laughs with you, a long arm circling around your shoulders, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

And Geto, Shoko and Nanami watch from the window of the cafe, shaking their heads.

“Idiots.” Shoko says.

“Completely.” Nanami agrees.

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A/N : HELLLLLOOOO PEOPLE !! ABBY’S BACK !!! thank you for the request sweets this is literally one of my favourite concepts ever I cannot cope!!!! I love teenage Gojo so much :( BUT ALSO Shoko <333333 — i hope everyone is happy and healthy, i finished this at 2am and i have school tmrw pls kill me rn i hope a car hits me when i walk in, genuinley this no longer a joke.

LOVE YOU

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gojo satoru with a short s/o headcanons

a/n: this comes after my dire realisation of how short I am compared to gojo 💔🤞

tags: no warnings, fluff,

- constantly complains about how much he has to bend down to kiss you or whisper to you

- “I swear I’m going to need some compensation for my poor back.”

- “satoru literally no one asked.”

- “yeah it’s all fun and games to you until my spine snaps in half.”

- “satoru don’t be dramatic” “yes m’am”

- he would demand back massages as compensation for all the bending he does for you

- I’m so sorry…but he would do that annoying thing of taking your stuff and keeping it out of arms length from you, making you jump and reach on your tippy toes…he’s a sad sadistic loser

- he would only do it when he wants your attention though or when you’re ignoring him

- “acknowledge my presence first and maybe I’ll give it back. ”

- “satoru please!”

- “please what?”

- “please give it back, I’ll talk to you if you do.”

- “you’re gonna have to try better than that sweetheart.”

- “fine then no cuddles later”

- “okay wait wait— !”

- jokes about your height non-stop which get even worse when he’s with geto, you swear it’s like you’ve locked yourself in a room with dumb 1 and dumb 2

- gets sooooo egotistical when you ask for his help in reaching something

- “oh what was that? does my short princess need help?”

- “shut up.”

- but if it was anyone else mocking you for your height, he’d be ready to shut them down so quickly

- “what was that?” “ I think they seem perfect the way they are.”

- yes he is a romantic ( although he doesn’t see it himself)

- however, you being short does have its advantages, like how you fit perfectly with his body, gojo being obsessed with wrapping your arms around you constantly

- although be ready to get picked up randomly without any warning

- like him dragging you off to bed when you’re overworking yourself or getting too stressed

- would probably end up taking all of the blankets for himself on his side of the bed

- and that’s not because he’s taller than you it’s just because he’s gojo

- although he’d find it hard to spot you in a crowd, has joked beside about getting one of those toddler leashes

- “how would you react if I hypothetically got you one for our anniversary”

- after threats to break up with him that he promises to never ask any hypothetical questions ever again

- maybe you’ll get a piggy back ride (if you make a promise to buy whatever he wants, which works 99% of the time)

- the other 1% of the time he’s happy to give you one anyways

reblogs are much appreciated!

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Gojo Soulmate AU

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader

Synopsis: angst, soulmates, what more could you want?

A/N: none

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A wave, a flower, clouds, animals, rain, a sun setting over water. Soul marks were natural, tattoo-like birth marks possessed by everyone. It was up to each owner to understand the different forms or phases of their marks and what they meant. A fox chasing a hare might run across the body to convey glee or sorrow, or the fox could slow or change color. Maybe the hare would extend its lead every time the owner became lonely or perhaps a change of direction would indicate the health of the bond. Learning the various were fun but very necessary; bonds needed to cultivated. The repercussions were unsavory, dangerous even.

A tree grew at the base of your back, with boughs spreading across your body, extending down your limbs, and weaving up your neck until the ends just barely poked out from the collar of your shirts. You'd like to call it captivating — after all, not many had a soul mark so large — much like the man who it belonged to.

The mark didn't start so big. At first it was a sapling covering little more than the column of your spine. The branches were short and the whole thing was faint until you met him. When you did, the tingle in your spine turned into a singeing burn. Gojo caught you while you writhed. . . certainly not the best introduction.

Gojo's white beta fish swam up and down his right arm in response to his mood or outside stimuli. When you touched it the first time, it nuzzled and tried to nibble your finger, much to Gojo's embarassment. It was a tender moment that got swiftly interrupted by Gojo's phone. Again.

He had to leave. Some save-the-world mission that only he could handle.

Again.

You'd been shy when you first met him. After all, Satoru was intimidating. Wealth, physical and political power, good looks; you were at first afraid to do anything the might out yourself as someone inferior. Now? Now you probably came across as any other fan, fawning over the scraps of his attention.

Desperate? Sure, yeah, you were desperate, but it had been weeks (maybe months) since you felt normal, let alone good. A perpetual weakness had overcome you as if your blood sugar had plummeted, exhaustion plagued you yet sleep was elusive, migraines turned overhead lights into suns and basic sounds into caterwauls, and a sickly wheeze could be heard when you breathed if one listened closely enough.

Your soul mark was suffering too. The stinging on your back had become unbearable. Such painful burning — plus all the other afflictions — dulled just a little any time you could get him to look at you.

The branches that had once wound heartily around your body now shrunk to half their reach, leaving black shadows in their wake, and the vibrant blue flowers adorning the limbs all but disappeared. Watching them shrivel up or break off the limbs and fall off your body put your stomach in knots that never unwound.

Satoru didn't visit often enough or stick around long enough to pick up on your plight; so much for the Six Eyes. It was easy enough to hide your state for the sparse few minutes you got to be with each other before he teleported off someplace else. He already held up the world. . . how could you make him choose between it and your silly little needs?

Shoko's treatments were beginning to lose their affect; Nanami would have tied you to Gojo himself if Gojo would ever pick up the phone; even Yaga yelled at you to figure it out or risk getting temporarily suspended.

A subtle pang of hunger came from your stomach.

You were impressed a body as sick as yours barely felt anything.

Several seconds passed from the time you stood until the time you made it to the door. If only you knew how close you were to danger.

“Where are you going?”

Satoru. His tone cheeky as always.

You turned to see your soulmate, seemingly non the worse for wear. Had the bond become so distant that he hadn't felt any of your pain? He teleported in and now stood before you without a hint of distress or concern from what you could see of his face. Satoru held the same casual posture he always did. Without worry. Without weakness. You wished you could say the same. Right now all you could comprehend were the the dark spots floating in your eyes and the desolate cold in your core. Finally the breaking point came. Satoru only had time to sense something was wrong — his mouth went slack, his brow line tightened — before he was rushing to catch your fall.

If it were anyone else, they may have failed. You didn't simply fall. You plummeted.

You didn't feel his hands under your body nor did you see his beta fish furiously trying to swim towards you from under Satoru's shirt sleeve. It was probably a good thing — your soul mark, or what was left of it, had begun to bleed, covering Satoru's hands. What would you see in his eyes if you removed the blindfold?

“Not you too.” He whispered.

Even in your delirium the words sunk in. There was someone else. All this time you foolishly, stupidly, blindly believed he was away for work. It all made sense now. Just as scorching hatred churned your blood to fire, the effects of bond abandonment finally consumed you. Your face contorted to one of rage before going slack altogether. Satoru, for all his faults, held your chilled body close to his. Could he salvage a bond on its deathbed?

-- -- -- -- -- --

You woke to elephants on your chest and cotton in your head. Some bus had hit you repeatedly. For fun.

“Hey.” Someone said next to you. It was soft, gentle, and would have put you at ease had you not looked up and realized you were sprawled over his naked chest. “You've got some serious bedhead.” Satoru added in jest, lithe knuckles kissing along your cheek.

With what little strength you regained you grabbed the railings of the hospital bed and struggled to pull your body off and away from him. Your feet had hardly touched the ground before you collapsed, and yet still you tried to distance yourself from him. Searing pain erupted from your spine to the point where you cried out at the agony. Your body was trying everything it could to keep you there but you ignored it, crawling towards the door to escape the man you should have felt blessed to be pressed against.

Satoru — rendered immobile by the shameful fact that his own soulmate was trying to escape him — rushed you as soon as your wail reached his ears. One hand around your wrist was all he needed to stop you. You turned to him, gazing at the fingers wrapped deftly around your arm, then onto the glacial eyes opened wide with shame and worry. With a lurch you took your arm back. Satoru seemed possessed; he hardly moved, only continued to stare and gawk. He didn't seem to be looking at you. Through you was more like it.

Cool blood disturbed the hairs on your hand as it dripped freely from a hole left by the I.V. you ripped out in your haste. Both of you watched it hit the ground blip blip blip blip but neither of you moved.

Satoru blinked, coming back to the present, and reached for the wound before you yanked it out of reach. “I know there's someone else. . .”

A full second passed before he reacted. “What?!”

“I don't remember much thanks to the side effects of abandonment, but 'not you too', that I remember. So? Get it over with. Break the bond already. I'm sure you want to move on.”

“You know that's not true.”

“Do I?”

“Yes, because if there was, my mark wouldn't look like this.”

For the first time since you woke you saw his soul mark — the white beta fish with piercing blue eyes. Again and again it attempted to swim to you until it came to the edge of his arm. That's when you began to notice the condition of it, too. Pure snowy white had turned grey and dingy, fins had become tattered, and the entire animal shrunk to barely an inch in size. It seemed the poor fish, in its plight, had begun to turn on its owner: bruises and bite marks from the fish positively covered Satoru's entire arm from shoulder to hand. The untouchable had been harmed.

“I once knew someone who. . . I missed the signs when he was hurting, too. I could have helped him, if I had seen it in time. The same thing almost happened to you. If there was someone else, this damn fish wouldn't have made me bleed every time I left you.”

You froze. All the worry and pain and loneliness had been ricocheting between both ends of the bond all this time. He really had felt everything. “But you didn't react. You acted like you were fine every time. You should have been in pain—”

“The Strongest can't be in pain.” Satoru said. His eyes were powerfully bright. “Or be lonely, or show fear. The Strongest can't show weakness. My emotions would have only added to yours.”

“At least I would have known you felt something!” You yelled hoarsely.

He startled while you continued.

“Did you really think that by closing yourself off, I would have somehow felt better than if you had shared your feelings? Who told you that?”

Again Satoru could do nothing but stare. Some family member said so at some point, right? Maybe? When? Now he wasn't sure. Only your feeble attempt to lift yourself off the ground brought him to the present. The moan of pain you tried to hide made him flinch as if he experiencing it, too. Satoru reached for you but immediately recoiled — what would he do if you pulled away again?

Instead, in a rare moment of maturity, he tried to get you to come to him. How ironic: he'd been doing the opposite while you yearned for his presence and now that he was willing to give it, you might already be gone. “It's really important right now that we touch. The bond could become damaged beyond repair at this point. You could get seriously hurt.”

“I'm already seriously hurt.” You replied. He looked at the concave shape of your cheeks, the pallor in your skin, the wobble in your muscles, and knew time was running out.

“Please.”

You looked deeply into his eyes, saw them wide and glistening, and felt a twinge through what remained of the connection. Maybe it was muscle weakness (after all, you felt like you might hurl or faint) but you relented, all but falling into his arms. He quickly pulled you sideways into his lap. One of his hands rubbed your back to ease the scorching heat in your spine while the other held the bleeding hand without hesitation. Immediately the blood began to ebb. After a few seconds the wound from the I.V. began to bring itself together. His heart, which pounded in your ear, steadied and quieted.

With a conscious effort you forced your body to relax, then sighed when it gave in (gave out, more like it) and sagged against him. Based on your inhale, Satoru knew you were about to speak, and shushed you before you had the chance. “Just breathe. You'll feel better soon.”

“You don't know that,” you quietly tutted, “the bond might already be broken.”

“I have faith. I'm The Strongest, and because of that, so are you.”

-- -- -- -- -- --

Satoru wouldn't move for over an hour. The hard floor was probably killing him, yet he remained with you in his lap, coaxing your head under his every time you grew restless. Only when the pain waned did you manage to sleep. Somewhere during that time, he moved the two of you back to your bed. It must have been a struggle to wedge all of himself into the single cot with you too, but when you woke, there you were, back in bed, laying atop your soulmate like he'd fashioned himself into your personal throne.

Shoko's prodding woke you up. “Hun? Just hear to get your blood pressure.”

“Mmm,” you replied noncommittally while she slid the cuff up your arm. Satoru pulled you closer and only when you looked up at him did you realize he did while still sleeping. He looked almost odd now that his visage was so relaxed — mouth barely open, lashes laying across his sharp cheeks . The gentle rises and falls of his chest were something you hadn't seen in a long time.

“You two sure cut it close.” She added.

“Not m' fault.”

“I know. I know he's tough to love, believe me, and I'm sure you couldn't feel much after the bond degraded to this point, but I took his vitals while you were asleep. You might not want to hear this, but he does have you as his emergency contact, so I'll share it since you're bonded.”

Your head lifted. The stiff squeeze of the inflating cuff was forgotten.

“His bloodwork was atrocious and his cursed energy was pitiful. Electrolytes, red blood cells, white blood cells, plasma; I could hardly even find a vein to pull from. If I didn't know better, I'd say he had cancer.” Shoko spoke quietly.

Your face must have given you away — she smoothed out the hair on the top of your head and tapped your nose once she was done examining you.

“He should be okay now. You're recovering slower than he is.”

“How long have we been sleeping?”

“About nine hours.”

You groaned. It felt like years. “How much longer till we're back to normal?”

“Give it time. Your bond took a major beating. If you rush things, you might end up here again.”

Your head slumped against Satoru's chest. “Okay.”

You watched her leave. Only when she was half way out the door did she fix you with a mischievous smirk and a devious wink. “The closer you are, the faster the bond will heal.”

Then Shoko left, with you likely gawking at the door.

“I like the sound of that.”

You whipped over to Satoru. He'd woken up at some point and was now staring at some spot on your neck before flicking his eyes to yours. The pulsing blue peaking out from under his bangs made your spine quake.

“But Shoko said you were sick. How can you—”

“Good. Maybe then I won't be so rough with you.”

[marblesphere]

Gojo eavesdroping on his wife when she's talking about him

Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,4k

Synopsis: While you kept your relationship with Satoru private, you always admire him when you meet at work. However, when your students ask you about your type in men, you can't help but describe the love of your life who hears every single word

Notes: This is sooo much fluff because I needed it today, thank you love @hitori979 for your great request 🤍 as always, I'm doing a happy dance when you leave a comment and show some love so please do 🤍 Tags: @lees-chaotic-brain @bakugosgf2005 @ourplehazeworld @niikkoollmm

It’s hard to keep your hungry gaze off him while being at work. He just looks so effortlessly breathtaking with his hands shoved in his pockets and that small smile on his delicate lips while talking to Megumi. The only thing that stops you from losing your cool completely is the pair of sunglasses that covers his mesmerizing orbs.

Your heart jumps up and down in joy. God, how much you love that man. You’ve been married for three years now without anyone knowing. And while you do enjoy your privacy, it hurts from time to time that you’re only able to admire him from afar at Jujutsu High. How nice it would be to run your fingers through his hair, to get lost in his arms, to flirt with him recklessly…

“(y/)-san, are you okay?”

Yuji’s concerned voice rips you out of your train off thoughts immediately, making you shake your head in disbelief. Damn, you really need to stop daydreaming.

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve got a little carried away…”, you mumble.

“Daydreaming again, (y/n)?”

Oh, just a look at him is enough to realize that Satoru knows exactly what he’s doing. You turn around to face him, a playful grin flatters your lips.

“Not about you, Romeo”, you remark sweetly.

He shakes his head while smiling into himself. Even though both of you agreed on keeping your relationship and marriage out of work and Jujutsu High, he can’t help but tease you from time to time. After all, you’re still his wife, right? Even if no one except Megumi knows.

“Now excuse me, I’m on my way to teach my students for real instead of just standing there and looking pretty for my money”, you tease him, fully aware of the fact that he’ll make you pay for every word this evening.

“Do you really think I’m pretty, (y/n)?”

Yes, the prettiest of them all. The words lie on the tip of your tongue, just about to leave your mouth when you stop yourself in time. No, this is not the place to flirt. You have a job to do. With one last glance at him, you turn on your heel and walk into the classroom.

The way he looks at you leaves you speechless every time. How is it even possible that a man like him is in love with a woman like you? While you are quite gorgeous, smart and strong yourself, there’s just nothing that compares to him. It’s like he put a spell on you, you are so utterly in love with Satoru Gojo that your heart hammers out of your chest just by this sweet little flirt. Even after all these years, even after knowing each other better than everyone else he still sends shivers down your spine.

“Right, (y/n)-san?”, Nobara suddenly questions.

Fuck, you were lost in thoughts again. What are you supposed to do?

“Sure”, you mutter.

“Sure” seems like an appropriate answer for many things, especially when it comes to Nobara. It seems like all she wants to know about is how you do your hair and makeup and why you look so snatched in your uniform.

“See, I just knew (y/n)-san is on my side with this one!”, Nobara cries out.

“Shut up”, Megumi hisses.

“Huh, what’s going on?”, you question.

“Fushiguro flirted with a girl yesterday!”, Nobara announces outraged.

You tilt your head to the side, amused by the discussion that lays itself out in front of you. Megumi is like your son, an important part of your life since you’ve met Satoru 8 years ago. Apart from Gojo and yourself, he is the only one who knows about your secret relationship. And while he doesn’t seem to mind it most of the time, he sometimes glances at you with disgust in his eyes when he caught you staring again.

“Nothing to be ashamed about, Megumi-chan. Just make sure to use protection”, you comment with a sly grin.

“Huh, you mean like an umbrella? But it isn’t even raining…”

“Are you really that dumb, Yuji?”

“Shut up you two, I only explained her the way to the cinema!”

“What about you, (y/n)-san?”

Nobara’s sudden question catches you off guard. What should be with you?

“What do you mean?”

She smiles at you unpromisingly, her eyes dark and mysterious.

“What’s your type?”

“You mean like her blood type?”, Yuji mutters behind his hand.

“No! I mean her type in man! How is this so difficult to understand? Did you take a too hot bath!?”

You swallow. Should you really talk about something like this with your students? You are their teacher after all. Yes, actually you are here today to explain how sealing works. Your mind drifts to Satoru again. Well, a little chit chat won’t hurt, right?

“He has to be tall.”

“Oh, I love tall man too”, Nobara groans.

Little does she know who you’re talking about.

“Gimme more”, she insists.

Satoru didn’t mean to spy on you on his way to Utahime. But the second his ears caught the question that left Nobara’s mouth and your precious answer, he just had to position himself next to the door discretly.

“Tall, huh?”, he chuckles to himself as warmth spreads through his chest.

“Probably handsome as hell. But not like some random Calvin Klein model. No, he has to be special in a unique way. A man of his words, a man with an aim. Probably a man that is serious when needed while being humorous at the same time.”

“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say your describing Gojo-sensei”, Yuji speaks out loud, making your face redden in an instant.

“Ew”, Nobara cries out.

“(y/n)-san is talking about someone like Chris Pratt you idiot!”

“Who is Chris Pratt?”

So this is how you see him? His heartbeat picks up in an instant just thinking about the way your cheeks probably turned red at Yuji’s comment. Even though you have absolutely no idea that he hears every word you say, you still describe nothing but him alone.

“Bust most importantly, I want a man who stands by my side, who protects me from everything and loves me more than anything else.”

Oh, he does. Not only that, he is absolutely mesmerized and captivated by you. Your smile lights up the room, your sweet voice makes every bad word sound like a prayer, your stunning face is like a drug.

And he’s definitely addicted.

“The only man who’s able to protect you here is Gojo-sensei”, Nobara remarks.

You let out a hearty laughter. Little does she know how right that is.

-Bonus-

“Hey darling, how was your day?”, your tender voice echoes through the living room while you make your way to your husband.

He waits patiently for you to kiss his forehead before giving you a dirty grin and pulling you onto his lap so suddenly that you scream out.

“What are you doing!?”, you shriek, voice shaking in laughter.

Was has gotten into him this evening? Why is he in such a good mood?

“Oh y’know, I’m a man of my words”, he replies, hands teasing you in the most delicate way.

You narrow your eyes while your cheeks start to burn. This sounds like your description of him in the morning. But how…? No, impossible. Not even Megumi would have told him. This must be a coincidence.

“Oh yeah?”, you challenge him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“And I’m tall.”

Your heart skips a beat when realization hits you.

“You spied on me!”, you cry out in revolt.

His hands begin a merciless tickle attack that leaves you gasping for air between shaky laughter, teary eyes and aching ribs.

“And I’m handsome as hell!”, he announces proudly.

“Stop the crap”, you giggle, body fighting against his cruel hands.

“You haven’t used such flattering words on me for a long time. I liked that”, he purrs against your ear.

His hands stop their attack and begin to caress your sensitive skin instead. You can’t catch your breath, eyes darted towards the man you adore so much, the man you married three years ago.

“You have to earn that first”, you breathe out.

“Oh, nothing better than that. After all, I can be serious when needed.”

Your face turns another shade of red in an instant while you playfully smack his shoulder and hide your face in embarrassment.

“Would you please stop saying that?”

[marblesphere]

Smitten Gojo

F!reader catches Gojo’s attention, and no matter how hard he tried to stay away he just couldn’t, it was for your own safety but he figures out he can keep you even safer. Or - Gojo falls in love and he’s very protective of what he holds dear.

You can now hit the #smittengojo tag or check the master list for more of this series! <3

Notes: Lowkey soul bond/soulmate au, fluff, getting together (kinda), first kisses, feelings are outed, mutual pining, all sorcerers have a soulbond.

Thinking about Gojo who keeps everyone at a distance, even his closest friends, until he finds you…

Satoru, who doesn’t know when or how it happened but he fell hard and fast- he won’t tell you though. His lifestyle would put you in danger by principle alone; he has so many enemies that would do anything to hurt him and he can’t let anything happen to you.

Satoru, who adores you but keeps his distance to keep you safe- no matter how hard it is to watch you struggle to make ends meet at your shitty job at the ramen shop. If he had it his way he’d make sure you never have to work again.

Satoru, who thinks you should be spoiled and living comfortably, not in a tiny, crappy apartment you can barely afford, in the world’s worst neighborhood. It was a total coincidence that he noticed you walking home in the pitch dark after a shift, he assumes, and spent a few minutes making sure you got inside safely.

Satoru, who comes in to the restaurant once a week to check on you, making sure to wear sunglasses instead of his blindfold to keep a low profile. (there’s absolutely nothing low profile about him.) He prevents you from falling a few times and picks up things you drop. He loves that you’re a klutz. He’s sure to tip twice what the bill is, then bribes another customer to add more of his money to tip double as well, he doesn’t care about money. It should be spent on you anyway.

Satoru, who finds out you’re sick and wants to take care of you so badly, because as strong as you are- you’re his precious baby. He has kept up a minor acquaintanceship with you, would it be weird if he stopped by with the excuse that he got your address to your crumbly and horribly unsafe apartment from your coworkers?

Okay, he might’ve lost sight of things and let himself get pulled in, and now you were friends but he made sure he kept you separate from everyone and everything else to protect your life

Satoru, who takes a chance and does it anyway. He gets some soup and other easy on the stomach meals you can eat while you’re recovering from the flu, as well as some extra soft tissues and other essentials.

Satoru, who thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you open your door, only to quickly shut it with a squeak, and lets him in after you put on a sweater and put your hair up. He still thinks you’re precious as ever.

You’re his baby, whether you know it or not doesn’t matter- you’re his baby in his heart.

Satoru, who knows you’re always adorable to him. He sets you up with some of the soup and when you smile at him he almost goes into cardiac arrest. He puts his number in your phone and tells you to let him know if you need anything at all, because that’s what friends are for. He hopes he’s not imagining it when you briefly let disappointment cross your features at the word “friends”.

Satoru, who sulks because you have yet to text him but that’s probably for the best. He’ll see you at his usual ramen visit and have the best hour of his entire week. He probably did imagine your disappointment then. :(

Satoru, who leaves for a mission abroad and tells you he’ll be traveling for work for a few weeks, “so stay outta trouble.” It’s a joke and a plea. He asks Nanami to check on you, having to share his secret as much as he hates to, because he’s not going to be able to protect you himself. He hopes you don’t get hurt while he’s gone, he’s learned you’re more likely to get hurt by your own clumsiness than a curse targeting you.

Satoru, who learns from Nanami that you haven’t been to work during his usual visit time. (you’ve had the same schedule practically forever, no way that’s changed.) He unfortunately has to share more of you and gives Nanami your address; when Nanami checks your apartment he finds a final warning eviction notice taped to your door- he reports back to the other man that you didn’t answer the door either. As soon as Satoru finds out he tries even harder to finish the mission early and get home to figure out what happened to his darling waitress.

Satoru, who gets home two days later and immediately goes to the ramen shop before even changing out of his bloody clothes to check on you, only to find out you got fired. You broke your ankle and spent too much time off, they had to let you go. He thinks it’s bullshit- they don’t appreciate how hard you work or care how much the customers like your sweet personality. He sees how tense your shoulders are and notices when you take weight off of one foot to soothe the ache; it kills him inside. You shouldn’t be working in the first place.

Satoru, who gets to your apartment and knocks gently to not scare you. The eviction notice is still up, hasn’t anyone been by to help you when you’re recovering? Seriously? You have a rickety elevator in your building, but how have you been dealing with everything else? He knows your apartment isn’t set up for an injury-

Satoru, who loses his train of thought when you open the door. The chain is still on but from what little he can see he knows you’re alone- and not doing well either. You can barely get around and you’re obviously in pain. You want to turn him away so he doesn’t see how bad you look but you just can’t. Not when he’s looking at you with those striking blue eyes full of so much concern. He took his glasses off to get the best look at you he can.

Satoru, who doesn’t think twice and breaks the chain on your door when you tell him you can’t reach it from where you’re holding yourself up. Crutches didn’t work out for you and you pretty much only use them to get to the bathroom or your bed. Technically you shouldn’t even put weight on your ankle but you don’t have a choice.

Satoru, who immediately picks you up and gets you on the couch, and you burst into tears because that’s the first time you’ve been comforted in years. You’ve been alone since you were barely an adult, no family, and making friends has always been so hard for you.

Satoru, upon seeing your tears, sits beside you and holds you until your sobs are mere hiccups. You’re still trying to find your words but he’s gathered that you fell down the stairs and lost your job, that you haven’t been able to pay rent and eat at the same time. You have no one, and he’s filled with pride because you’re still trying so hard to make your own way even though you started with absolutely nothing.

“What’s with the eviction notice? How behind on rent are you?”

You just shake your head and hide your face in his chest, not wanting to tell him how bad it is because he obviously comes from a lot of money and it’ll only remind you how little of a chance there is that he’d want to be with someone like you. “Sorry, this is so pathetic. I can’t believe I’m crying on you like a damn baby.”

Satoru, who doesn’t think it’s pathetic at all. He hates that you’re hurting but he’s here for you now.

“But you are my baby.” He says it with a little frown- then proceeds to freak out when he realizes he said it out loud and you heard it. He wants to jump off a cliff it’s so mortifying. But it’s too late now, he can’t take it back.

“What? What do you mean?”

Satoru, who has no other choice than to lay it all out on the line for you. He’s tried so hard to stay away and keep you safe from him but it’s no use.

Satoru, who has been speaking with his eyes closed and peeks to check your reaction. It catches him by surprise.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to feel bad for me or anything, I wasn’t trying to guilt you-”

He cuts you off, because he can’t let you go thinking he pities you.

Satoru, who opens his eyes all the way when he feels your hand on his cheek; then you’re kissing him and it’s so soft and sweet. He leans in for another kiss when you pull away, he thinks he’s addicted already.

“Come stay with me? I can’t just leave you here.”

“I dont know…” you have to tell him you can’t pay to be his roommate, his home has to be way fancier than yours.

“I’m not letting my baby pay rent. You’re not a roommate.”

You agree to stay with him, he helps you gather the small suitcase that fits your clothes and essentials. He tells you he’ll have someone get the rest of your stuff.

Satoru, who loves seeing you in his your shared home. It didn’t feel like a home until you came with him. You haven’t established if you’re together or not yet but he doesn’t care, he’s not gonna push you during your vulnerable moments. There’ll be plenty of time to figure it out now that you’re home where you belong.

Satoru, sets you up in his bedroom with your leg elevated and got your pain meds you couldn’t afford before. His room has a large tv and a spacious bathroom attached. He knows his mattress is the most comfortable and it’s the most expensive thing you’ve ever slept on. It makes you nervous you’ll ruin it somehow, but he gives you an encouraging smile when you look unsure, because you belong there too.

Satoru, who wants you to be comfortable above all else. You can have his bed, anything of his is yours as far as he’s concerned. He hopes someday he’ll get to sleep in the same bed as you, but again he won’t force you to let him. You hold the cards- he gave them all to you.

Satoru, who after making sure you’re all set for the night, tells you he’ll check on you in the morning when he sees you nodding off. He brushes your hair from your face and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead. When he stands up he sees your hand fisted in his shirt.

“Please don’t leave? Please?”

Satoru, can’t say no to that offer. He plans to keep space between you two to not make you uncomfortable, but you have other plans. You’re tired, not drugged up; you can make your own decisions just fine thank you very much. You try to pull him closer by his shirt and you’re unaware that you’re pouting, he complies easily.

Satoru, holds you close and tries not to dwell on the emotional release because he doesn’t want to deal with it right now, that he’s relaxed on an entirely different level for the first time in years.

Satoru, who listens to your soft breathing and falls asleep faster than he has, probably ever, so ready to wake up next to you.

[marblesphere]

Smitten Gojo pt. 2 - The Best

This was requested almost immediately after the first part was released. I’m still working on current requests but you can see whether or not I’m accepting more in my bio! Feel free to send an ask otherwise too! Share your thoughts with me, let’s brain rot together. <3

Notes: F!reader, fluff, developing relationships, sorcerers have soulmates/soulbonds, making it official.

Living with Gojo was hard to adjust to. You didn’t have to cook or clean despite wanting to pull your weight.

“Baby you can’t even walk right now and you shouldn’t be worried about it anyway. Your only job is to keep resting and getting better.” You weren’t used to having someone take care of you. You were on your own so young, struggled to make it for the last twenty-something years of your life, and not having to worry about the basics was new.

He would leave for work in the morning with a kiss on your forehead and a reminder to text him if you needed anything at all. You were still learning about the jujutsu world, about soul bonds and what he was, who he was- the strongest sorcerer alive and a teacher to a group of really great kids he cared about.

Oh, and apparently you weren’t the only one who loved his eyes- whatever. You’d be the one who loved them the most then. He kept them covered while out but didn’t bother as often around you.

Of course he was prone to headaches because of them, though. You learned he really enjoyed a nice nap when he got a migraine, he was resistant at first but you encouraged him to take a break. As soon as you ran your fingers through his hair, he was knocked out. You were a calming presence to him. It was one of his favorite pastimes now.

Every evening, sometimes night, when he came home he greets you with a kiss on your cheek instead of your forehead. He’s been very quiet about the nature of your relationship but cuddling and actual kisses between the two of you were very common.

He was scared to bring it up, what if you wanted something different? He knew you had mutual feelings for him but you just didn’t necessarily know that your feelings were real. You fell for him so hard and quick that it gave you whiplash, but it was valid. He didn’t want to rush you and risk scaring you away with too much commitment so soon. There was no one else for him, you were the best there is.

Two weeks passed before it came up again. You were worried he was unhappy to be stuck with you- a non sorcerer who couldn’t fend for themselves. When you brought it up again, hard as it was with your own fear, he was a mess.

“Satoru, are you sure you’re… happy? I know I don’t know a lot about your society yet but I know I’m probably not- well not what you expected or maybe wanted to be stuck with…”

“Baby what the hell are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you- where did you get the idea I wasn’t?” He sounded frantic.

“You haven’t mentioned being together so I thought maybe you might not want to and just wanted to be casual or something-” your voice was small, you might’ve misunderstood the situation.

“I didn’t want to rush you into anything, you’re still learning and everything is new and you’re probably not ready for-”

“Oh my god shut up ‘toru.” You leaned in and kissed him to settle his worries.

He broke the kiss first, still urgent, “be mine?”

“Obviously, don’t you know I already am?” He kissed you so deeply after that.

He was panting when he broke away again- to your annoyance. Was it a crime to wanna kiss your new boyfriend or something? “Are you sure? You know I’ll still look out for you no matter what.”

His life was dangerous, but you knew he protect you against everything. You were safe wherever he was, and you wanted to be right by his side regardless.

“Stop preventing me from kissing my boyfriend and kiss me back, idiot.” You sounded too fond for his heart to handle. So you instead of waiting for a reply while his brain buffered, you shut him up again with another kiss, soothing away his worries.

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𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓.

synopsis: sfw alphabet with mg!gojo. warnings: spoilers for the series' main timeline.

𖤐ㅤ Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

With you, Gojo is the most affectionate person in the world. No matter where he is, in public or in private, he makes a point of showing his affection for you. Be aware, however, that in private he'll be like a stick of chewing gum on your foot, he won't let go for a minute.

𖤐ㅤBest friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

At first, your relationship was based on looking after little Megumi, but as you spent time together, you quickly became friends. As your best friend, Gojo would probably tease you a lot, always making jokes to make you laugh and teasing you to get some kind of reaction out of you (but always respecting any boundaries you set).

𖤐ㅤCuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Gojo loves to cuddle. It would certainly be one of his favorite moments of the day. If he's having a difficult day, he'll crawl into your arms or lap with his head in your lap, waiting for you to play with his hair, and if you don't get the message, he'll grab your hand and put it on his own head.

𖤐ㅤDomestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Not at the moment, but Gojo always imagines his future self settling down with you. You're still young and have a lot to worry about in the jujutsu world and giving Megumi a good childhood, so he wants to take it slow and enjoy this part of life with you. And well, Gojo is perfect at everything, but perhaps cooking is his weakness. Gojo tends to add too much sugar when he cooks, or always tries to make desserts instead of something healthy. On the other hand, Gojo always tidies up the kitchen and the house.

𖤐ㅤEating (What is their eating habit like? Do they have a habit of helping in the kitchen?)

Gojo certainly doesn't have the best eating habits you've ever seen. He's always overdoing the sugar and eating sweets. He hates vegetables, so when you put them on his plate and tell him that he needs to improve his eating habits and set a good example for Megumi, he really tries to eat them, but ends up putting all the vegetables on Megumi's plate ⸻ and no matter how much he judges Gojo's actions, Gumi doesn't hesitate to eat the vegetables. He helps more with organizing the kitchen and washing up than with cooking.

𖤐ㅤFiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

One of Gojo's dreams is to spend the rest of his life by your side. Ever since the two of you met, he has dreamed of marrying you. But given the turbulent life of a jujutsu sorcerer (and the clans), he wants to wait until you are older and more mature before taking this big step in your life.

𖤐ㅤGentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gojo is extremely gentle and sweet with you, both physically and emotionally. You are Gojo's top priority, and he makes a point of reminding you of this in many different ways. And when it comes to emotional tenderness, he always tries to understand your side and what you're feeling, the last thing he wants to do is invalidate your feelings.

𖤐ㅤHugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Gojo loves any kind of physical contact with you, and hugs are no exception. Because of infinity, Gojo doesn't usually have direct physical contact with the people around him, but apparently he tends to forget about infinity when you're together ⸻ especially in the apartment you share. Gojo will hug you all the time, for every occasion, whether he's excited, happy about some achievement, sad about something, or just feeling the need for a hug. Satoru's hugs can change depending on his mood, but usually he'll hug you tightly, as if he's afraid of losing you at any moment.

𖤐ㅤI love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Gojo always knew that he felt something much more than friendship with you, perhaps he always knew deep down that he loved you, but never said it out loud. The first time he involuntarily said he loved you was the first time you slept in his arms. Gojo was afraid that it was too soon to tell you that he loved you with all his soul, so he decided to tell you again on another occasion ⸻ one when you would be awake.

𖤐ㅤJealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Gojo isn't very jealous, he trusts you completely and knows that you love him as much as he loves you (but maybe a little bit more). However, we're still human, so on the rare occasions that Gojo does get jealous, he has two modes: the first is where he gets super cute and won't let go of you, complaining with a peck on the lips, and the second is where he gets a serious look on his face and wonders if one day you'll swap him for someone else who might be able to give you something he can't. And he is still learning how to share your attention with Megumi, even though he still thinks they are in a competition for your attention ⸻ and he always gets a little jealous when you have all your attention on Megumi.

𖤐ㅤKisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Gojo's kisses are always sweet and passionate, usually slow with the intention of enjoying you as much as possible. Although he prefers your lips (according to him, your lips are sweeter than any dessert), Gojo can't keep his lips off you, so any place accessible to him is a kissing spot. And although he won't admit it verbally, he loves it when you kiss his forehead and nose ⸻ he thinks it's more intimate than a kiss on the lips.

𖤐ㅤLittle ones (How are they around children?)

Being young (and perhaps a little immature), Gojo isn't very good with children. But when it comes to our little Megumi, Gojo takes great pleasure in annoying him, although he always seeks his admiration. Gojo loves to tease Megumi in any way he can, but Gojo always tries to look after him as much as possible. Gojo is still learning how to look after a child.

𖤐ㅤMorning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Gojo doesn't like to get up early, not with you by his side. He likes a quiet morning, taking his time in bed, helping you prepare breakfast and then going back to bed with you in his arms. But this doesn't always happen, because usually Megumi (with all the cuteness of a grumpy child) will ask to watch animal documentaries (especially about wolves) after breakfast, so you can spend a quiet morning together on the sofa ⸻ the only problem for Gojo is that Megumi is in the middle of the two of you.

𖤐ㅤNight (How are nights spent with them?)

The evenings are relatively quiet (unless something hot happens and I think you know what I'm talking about). After putting Megumi to bed, you have a skincare routine and then you go to bed. Depending on the day, you'll gossip and tell each other everything that happened during the day, but on other days you'll just lie there in silence and listen to each other's breathing and heartbeats until you fall asleep.

𖤐ㅤOpen (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Incredibly, it took Gojo a while to open up to you. Perhaps because he wasn't used to talking about his problems and feelings, Gojo found it difficult to open up. But when he feels comfortable enough, he gradually begins to reveal a little about himself.

𖤐ㅤPatience (How easily angered are they?)

Gojo is very patient with you. He can't be bothered by you, so you have free rein to annoy him as much as possible. But when it comes to the Jujutsu elders, he gets really pissed off and moody (please give him a hug when this happens).

𖤐ㅤQuizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Gojo remembers everything about you. Your past, your everyday stories, your laugh, the way you twirl your hair, he knows it all by heart. He knows every little habit you have (good or bad). He has memorized all your curves and the marks on your body. There's nothing he doesn't know, and if he doesn't, he'll learn it in seconds.

𖤐ㅤRemember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Gojo appreciates all the moments you share with him, but his favourite moment was probably the first time you told him you loved him and promised you'd stand by him no matter what.

𖤐ㅤSecurity (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Gojo knows you're strong, and there's no doubt about it ⸻ after all, you come from one of the three major clans in the jujutsu world. But even so, his protection of you is like an involuntary force, something that happens naturally. He usually protects you on the battlefield when he notices that your energy is already low, and especially when someone dares to say something bad about you in his presence. Gojo doesn't need protection, not least because he's the strongest. Perhaps he needs emotional protection, someone to help him keep his head on straight, and the best way to do that is simply to be by his side every day.

𖤐ㅤTry (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Gojo puts so much effort into his relationship with you, from celebrating important dates to helping you with everyday tasks. He knows all the important dates by heart and always makes sure to surprise you on the day. He firmly believes that you deserve everything the world has to offer ⸻ everything he has to offer. He always makes a point of going on multiple dates with you when your rest days coincide, and if he has an assignment on the day of an important date for you, know that he will give you priority ⸻ which might make the elders of the jujutsu world very angry. And when it comes to gifts, anything Gojo sees that immediately reminds him of you, or that you look at for more than 5 seconds, he'll take home and leave on your bedside table, regardless of the price.

𖤐ㅤUgly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Gojo has a bad habit of taking things for granted, especially in the jujutsu world. It took a while to realise that this was, in a way, an escape valve for Gojo to deal with all the pressure and everything that had happened in his life so far.

𖤐ㅤVanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Gojo is incredibly beautiful and he knows it. He usually buys a lot of skincare products, not just for himself, but for you too. If there's one thing Gojo loves, it's having a skincare routine with you, especially if you decide to spoil him and have a spa day with him. His gallery is full of photos of you with clay on your face and stuff like that.

𖤐ㅤWhole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Satoru can't imagine a life without you by his side. Your presence was so impactful and important to him, always being by his side and helping him, that he would be completely devastated if he lost you in any way (whether it was you breaking up with him or you losing your life). He would feel a huge hole in his chest that would consume him more and more until he lost all remaining sanity.

𖤐ㅤXtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when he can't get back to sleep (even though you're safe in his arms), Gojo has a habit of gently caressing your face, as if trying to remember your peaceful expression as you sleep. In the end, his thoughts always turn to how lucky he is to have you by his side, even after everything that has happened.

𖤐ㅤYuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Gojo hates it when you feel inadequate to look after Megumi. He knows that you're still young and that you've never had the preparation to look after a child half your age, but he doesn't accept that you think you're not good enough to give Megumi a decent childhood.

𖤐ㅤZzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Gojo doesn't usually sleep, maybe a light nap for five minutes or so, but that was all before you. With you, Gojo can sleep for up to eight hours, but only if he's holding you, or if he's in your arms. If he's got you in his arms, his arms will be around your waist, but if he's in your arms, his face will automatically be on your neck. And if it's too hot, Gojo makes a point of turning the air conditioning down to the lowest setting so he can sleep cuddled up against you.

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crybaby.

pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader

setting: modern au

genre: smut and fluff

contains: brother’s best friend gojo, protective older brother geto, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), unprotected sex, slightly mean gojo (but he ends up soft and sweet, I promise), dirty talk, overstimulation, mutual pining, dacryphilia, oral (f receiving), cheesy and happy ending <3

summary: satoru had promised suguru that there'd be no funny business while he takes care of his heartbroken baby sister... but he's never been the greatest at keeping promises.

“Stop being so mean to her, Satoru.” Satoru looks over at his best friend, who's clicking his tongue in disapproval, with a nonchalant grin.

“Not my fault she’s such a crybaby, Suguru.”

“Come on.” Suguru shoots him a warning look. “That’s my little sister you're talking about.”

“Hey, hey,” Satoru laughs, raising his hands in mock defense. “You gotta teach her how to grow thicker skin. Not my problem.”

“Every time you come over, she ends up crying.” The black-haired man sighs. “Don’t be a jerk just for one moment, won’t you?”

“Mmh, no promises.” Satoru grins. Sue him, he’s simply too addicted to the way your face scrunches up indignantly whenever he teases you, the futile yet endearing clenching of your small fists at your side, and most of all, the uncontrollable blubbers that leave your lips as tears roll down your cheeks.

Years later, you’re still the same. Just a little crybaby coming apart at the seams, completely at Gojo Satoru’s mercy.

-

“S-Satoru…” The high-pitched whine of his name only elicits a laugh from the man between your legs, sending shock waves of pleasure shooting through your body.

“Baby, you gotta stop movin’ so much.” Satoru’s large hands grip your thighs, holding them firmly in place as he continues to feast on your dripping pussy. “Gotta let me eat you properly.” He punctuates his point with a loud suck on your clit that has you mewling and twitching under his hold.

“T-Too much!” You sob, hands curling into the silky white stands on his head, tugging uselessly. “S’too much, S-Satoru…”

“You wanna take my cock later, princess?” He hums against your cunt, licking a hot stripe up your slit, chuckling as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. His gaze lazily travels upwards, greeted with the sight of you nodding furiously as tears stream down your cheeks.

“Yes,” you plead with wide, teary eyes. “N-need you.” Satoru smirks.

“Then be a good girl and let me prep you,” he coos, before diving right back between your folds, enjoying the broken sob that leaves your lips as he draws zigzags across your swollen clit.

-

“I really don’t understand you,” Suguru bristles, frustration evident by the way his eyebrows furrow as he eyes Satoru.

“Hmm?” Satoru looks at him with feigned innocence. “Whatever could you be talking about, dear Suguru?”

“You’re unbelievable.” He sighs. “Those gifts you bought her… they’re worth almost a million yen. What the hell is wrong with you, really.”

“Well, you told me I made her cry.” The white-haired man shrugged. “I had to make up for it, didn’t I?” Suguru squints suspiciously, at a brief loss for words.

“...You are not normal,” he finally scoffs.

“Of course not,” Satoru agrees, unfazed.

“You can’t keep doing this. You’re gonna end up spoiling her.”

“And what’s so bad about that?”

-

“Gimme another one, baby.” He’s faintly aware that if he makes you cum again, you really might pass out. However, he can’t really bring himself to be too concerned about that, not when he’s quickly becoming addicted to the taste of your dripping cunt and cries of pleasure.

“C-Can’t, I can’t — “ You sob, entire body shaking around his mouth; you’re so sensitive.

“You can,” he insists between hungry slurps, not letting any of your arousal go to waste. “Fuck…” You’re so sweet. Just how did he survive this long without having a taste of you?

“Please…” You’re still shy, trying your best to stifle your cries even as they fall in a steady stream from your trembling lips. Each loud squelch of your sopping pussy still has you cringing a little, not to mention the embarrassment that washes over you every time you catch a glimpse of your juices all over Satoru’s face.

“Don’t hold back anymore, sweetheart.” He reaches up to grab your wrists, pulling them away from your mouth even as you blubber out a weak protest. “Wanna hear you this time, say it loud. Say my name when you cum.” One more combined thrust of his fingers, deep into your hole with a flick of his tongue across your clit has you creaming on his lips for the fourth time.

“S-Satoru!” You’re unable to control the beautifully loud whine of his name as Satoru greets your orgasm eagerly, savoring every last drop of your release on his tongue.

-

“You made her cry again.” Suguru says, rolling his eyes as he approaches his best friend at their meeting spot.

“Huh?” Satoru raises a brow. “Haven’t even seen her since two weeks ago. What’d I do?”

“She’s sad you’re moving away.” Suguru tuts. “Can’t imagine why. Probably because she won’t be able to use you for your wallet anymore.”

“You implyin’ I’m just a wallet to her?” Satoru exclaims, a little offended. The black-haired man shoots him a deadpan glare.

“You know you’re not. But even you’re not enough of an asshole to use that against her.”

“It’s just college,” Satoru muses. “Kid thinks I won’t be back for her?”

“In two years she’ll be going off to college too.” Suguru shrugs. “She’ll get over you.”

“What a cruel thing to say.” Satoru laughs it off, ignoring the small flicker of jealousy that flares to life deep in his chest.

-

Satoru watches as your chest heaves up and down, in your effort to try to recover from the multiple orgasms he had just given you. You’re lying limp on your bed, unable to move save for the periodic twitching of your thighs.

“Sorry, princess, was that too much?” He’s teasing, but there’s a genuine edge of concern to his voice as he cups your cheek in his hand. You nod, a few tears falling down your face. “Aww, forgive me. You’ll forgive me, right?” In response, you tug weakly on his shirt collar, asking him to come closer. He relents, allowing you to drag him down towards you. Satoru’s about to ask what you need, before you suddenly tilt your head upwards to kiss him.

Satoru lets out a small noise of surprise as your soft lips press against his, hesitant at first, but deepening once your fingers find further purchase in his shirt, gripping tightly. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you up into his lap.

You kiss him a little clumsily, still boneless from your release but Satoru doesn’t mind. Doesn’t mind at all, of course, when your lips are so soft against his, and he can swallow every quiet whimper that escapes you.

“Satoru…” Your voice is raspy and small, but your eyes are wild as you cling helplessly to him. “A-Am… Am I ready yet?” His jaw goes slack in awe at the adorable, troubled expression on your face. Your lips are swollen into a permanent pout now as you look up at him with those wide doe eyes that always had him weak.

“...Think you are,” he heaves, realizing that he’s just as fucked out as you are. It takes everything in him to hold back the urge to just take you.

-

“She’s grown up.” Satoru raises his eyebrows in pleasant surprise at the pictures that Suguru shows him. Your family had recently gone on vacation, so Suguru had been gone for an entire week, leaving his best friend and roommate all alone.

“That’s what you’re looking at?” Suguru shoots him an annoyed look.

“Oh,” says Satoru, glancing back at the picture. “Uh, nice waterfall.”

“One of the seven natural wonders of the world and all you can see is my baby sister.” Suguru exhales deeply.

“What? You can’t blame me too much. Kid’s changed,” the white-haired man shoots defensively.

“She’s twenty, not sixteen anymore. Of course, she’s changed.” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“I know that, I just…” Satoru pauses, glancing back at the picture. You’re still tiny, only reaching up to your brother’s, and by extension his, chest. Your face has matured, though, baby fat gone from your cheeks. That didn’t stop you from being any less adorable, though — your smile is as radiant as ever. He can’t help but let a small smile of his own slip onto his face.

“Hopeless,” Suguru mutters in disbelief. “Hopeless, the both of you.”

“Huh?”

“Nothing.”

-

Satoru lets you unbutton his shirt, watching in amusement as your eyes narrow with focus as each button pops open, slowly revealing more and more of his skin.

“Um…” You’re nervous. It’s plain as day from the way your lip wobbles as your eyes sweep down the view of his chiseled chest and torso, only to end at the prominent bulge in his slacks.

“You sure you’re okay with this, princess?” He cups your chin in his hand, gently tilting your face to look straight at him. “Need to rest?”

“N-No!” You protest immediately, shaking your head. “I…” You glance back down at his erection, a flicker of desire in your eyes. “I need…” You trail off, unable to say it.

“Okay.” If he was feeling meaner, he would make you tell him exactly what you want. But he wants to be nice today, especially since you’ve already cried so much for him. “Okay, baby. Don’t worry, you’ll have it. Can you unzip me? Can you do that for me?” You hesitate for a moment. Satoru briefly wonders if he’s perhaps pushed you a bit too hard.

But then you’re reaching for him, small hands finding the top of his pants and slowly undoing the button. Your fingers close around his zipper, slowly tugging it down.

“Good girl.” He pecks your forehead. “Take me out of my boxers, alright?” As his angry, swollen cock springs free from his underwear, you can’t contain your gasp.

“Oh…” The soft sound leaves you almost involuntarily as you stare and wonder at how the hell that’s gonna fit in you. He’s thick and long, rock hard and dripping with pre-cum. You slowly wrap your own hand around his cock, lips parting as your fingers fail to meet in the middle. Your own pussy clenches in a combination of fear and excitement.

“See why I needed to prepare you, now?”

-

“Sorry to spring this onto you all of a sudden, especially since you just got into town.” Suguru sighs over the phone.

“Don’t worry about it. If you’re not around to take care of her, duty falls on me,” says Satoru as he reverses his car out of the parking lot, heading to the location Suguru had sent him.

“Let me know when she’s home safe. Tell her I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Yeah, will do.”

A pause.

“And… no funny business, got it?”

“Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“I’m serious, Satoru. She just confronted her asshole cheater ex. She doesn’t need you drooling all over her right now.”

“Relax, dude. I’m not that desperate.” Satoru rolls his eyes.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

-

His conversation with Suguru lies in the back of his mind, forgotten, as Satoru places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Lay back and relax for me, sweetheart.” You immediately obey, laying yourself down on your bed, heart beating fast in anticipation.

“S’gonna hurt, right?” you ask softly.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve gotten you ready, see?” Satoru comforts you, brushing his fingers against the wetness still soaking your entrance.

“Oh.” Tears suddenly well in your eyes. “Um, s-sorry, it just always hurt with him…”

“What?” Satoru’s eyes darken, unsure if you mean what he thinks you do.

“He just…” You bite your lip, trying not to let your tears fall. “H-He just p-put it in, y’know?” His heart drops in his stomach. Two years, two whole fucking years with that asshole, and he had never given you proper foreplay? No wonder you were so sensitive and responsive to his touch, your body had never received the attention it’s always deserved.

“Baby.” Satoru squeezes your hand, fighting down the urge to find that asshole and beat him up. That could come later. Right now, he has to focus on you. “It’s not gonna be that way this time. Not with me. Okay?” You nod, squeezing his hand in return.

“O-Okay.”

-

It’s the first time he’s seen you in person in four years, and here you are in the passenger seat of his car, crying your eyes out.

You feel absolutely humiliated. You had called Suguru to ask him to pick you up from your ex-boyfriend’s house after you dumped him, but he had told you he couldn’t.

“I’ll send someone to get you. Hang tight,” he’d said.

You just didn’t know it was going to be Gojo Satoru, who hadn’t returned to your hometown since he graduated high school.

“I’m gonna bring you home,” Satoru had told you, getting out of the driver’s seat to open the car door for you. “Relax, okay? You’re safe now.” He had buckled your seatbelt for you before settling in himself, starting the engine without another word.

The car ride back to your house is silent, save for the continuous sniffles that wrack your body as you try your best to stop your tears. Satoru silently puts a box of tissues in your lap at some point, and your heart stutters at the action.

You’ve known for many years now, that you never got over your first love.

-

Clothes fully discarded, Satoru lowers himself on top of you, enamored with the way you shyly glance down at`his cock, gaze wavering for a moment before slowly looking back up at him, eyes begging for him to do something.

“Tell me if you want to stop.” He brushes his fingers, tender and gentle, across your cheek. You nod, hand curling around his bicep.

“Kiss me,” you request, and he gladly obliges, leaning down to peck your lips.

“M’gonna go slow,” he tells you. “You want me to stop, hit me real hard — “ He smacks his own chest. “ — Right here. Got it?”

“I won’t,” you say bravely, eyes glimmering with determination. “I… I can take it.” Satoru laughs quietly.

“Alright, princess. Don’t act all cute, you’re just rilin’ me up now.” You smile, a little mischievously.

“Oh, you caught me.”

“Fuck…” Satoru groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re gonna kill me.” His fat tip taps against your clit once, twice. You gasp, eyes going glossy as you feel your swollen pussy clench desperately around nothing.

“Satoru,” you plead. “P-Please…”

“I’ll give you what you need. Relax for me…” He aligns his tip with your entrance, prodding between your folds. Inch by inch, he sinks his cock into your warm, throbbing cunt, almost blacking out himself at the sensation of your tight, velvety walls clamping around his cock.

“A-Ah…!” You whine, gripping his bicep and squeezing your eyes shut. The stretch is almost too much, but the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim has you seeing stars.

“You okay?” Satoru pants, willing himself to stop from splitting you open on his cock to check on you.

“Yes,” you whimper. “Yes, a-ah, please k-keep going…” Satoru rests his head in the crook of your neck as he continues to push himself in, enjoying the soft, labored whimpers as you take more and more of him, deep into your sopping hole.

“Almost there,” he coos. “Almost there, princess…” After what feels like an eternity, he finally sheaths the last of him in you, biting at your shoulder as he finally, finally feels exactly the sensation of being one with you.

-

“Drink. You’ll feel better.” Satoru places a glass of water in your hand as he leads you to your living room couch. You stubbornly refuse to look at him, letting the glass sit uselessly in your hand as you stare down at your lap.

He sighs, not sure what he should do. He’s never been good at comforting others, let alone his friends’ kid sisters. He knows you’re not a kid anymore, you’re a full grown adult, but the way you’re sulking and ignoring him says otherwise. Still, his fondness for you wins above all else as he takes the water back and puts it on the coffee table, letting you sit in silence.

”You gonna be okay by yourself?” he asks instead. Satoru doesn’t want to leave you alone, but he’s not sure if his presence will even help. He hasn’t been an active part of your life in years, and he has a feeling that this incredibly vulnerable moment isn’t the best time to barge back in. You don’t reply, twiddling your thumbs.

“Call me if you need anything,” Satoru says hesitantly. “You have my number, right?” No response. “I’m gonna write it down for you.” He finds a spare stack of Post-Its and does just that. You don’t react even when he sticks the note right on top of your forehead, in a shitty attempt to lighten your mood. Your deadpan glare, so much like your brother’s tells him it did not work.

“Suguru’s gonna be back tomorrow,” he tells you, taking the note off and soothing the annoyed crease between your eyebrows. “Go get some rest now, yeah?” You look away. Satoru sighs. Seeing you upset like this hurts him way more than he would like to admit. “M’gonna leave. Get to bed soon.” He pats the top of your head, just like he always used to do, which always made you whine when he messed up your hair. You’re quiet now, not a peep of complaint leaving you.

He really misses hearing your voice.

“Bye, then.” Satoru’s about to turn around and leave, but you do something that seems to shock both of you. Your fingers curl and grab onto the hem of his collared shirt, stopping him in his tracks. He stares down at you in surprise, trying to process the sight of your small, thin fingers holding onto him for dear life.

“Stay.” The one word was enough to crumble his self-control.

-

You’re struggling to adjust to his size; he can tell from the way you’re digging your nails into his arm and the trembling of your thighs around his waist. Satoru stays still, waiting for your permission to go any further, right hand rubbing soothing circles on your hip.

“Don’t stress yourself, baby, just tell me what you want, when you want it,” he murmurs against your neck, waiting patiently, torturously, for permission to move.

You’re so overwhelmed by the sensation of being stuffed full; Satoru is much bigger than your ex-boyfriend and yet, the feeling isn’t painful. It’s so good, a throbbing ache that extends outwards from your core all the way to the top of your head and the tip of your toes. You can hardly form thoughts, let alone words, as your pussy stretches around him, trying to accommodate the sheer size of his cock.

A few more moments pass, and you feel like you’re going crazy. The feeling of being so, so full is one that you’ve never felt before, but you think you’re already addicted. Your thighs flex instinctively, closing tighter around Satoru’s waist and pushing his cock even deeper, pressing right against your sweet spot. You mewl, wrapping your arms around his neck, silently begging to be closer to him.

Satoru leans into the kiss you give him, groaning as your walls suddenly clench once around him, brain filling with nothing but white noise. “Fuck,” he grits out against your lips.  “Fuck, baby, I don’t know how much longer — “

“Move.” Your command is quiet. Satoru almost wonders if he’s misheard you. But one look into your pleading, begging eyes confirms what you want. Unable to hold back any longer, he pulls his hips upwards, snapping right back into you with one long, hard thrust. You cry out, nails sinking into his shoulder blades.“M-More,” you whisper. “Need more.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

-

Satoru’s at a loss for words and actions as you stood on your tiptoes, reaching up and bringing his head down to kiss him. His arms instinctively wrap around your waist to steady you, craning his neck to allow you better access — oh shit, what the hell is he doing?

He lets go of you like he’s touched something on fire, pulling back from the kiss. As your heels land back on the ground with a soft thud, he’s greeted by the sight of you looking like you’re about to cry again. “Wait — “ He reaches for you, but retracts his hand; he’s not sure if he can trust himself to stay in line. His heart is beating so fast, you had just kissed him, completely out of the blue.

Satoru knew about your crush on him when the two of you were younger. You started having feelings for him when you were thirteen and he was fifteen, making it painfully obvious. You followed him and Suguru around like a lost puppy whenever he came over, despite Satoru’s constant teasing.

He thought your actions were funny at first, becoming the root of his continued teasing. Despite still making you cry all the time, you always came right back to greet him with a smile upon his very next visit. After a while, Satoru looked at you with fondness, in the way that one would gaze at a small animal. You were harmless, sweet, and so very adorable.

Satoru didn’t return your feelings at the time. You were just Suguru’s kid sister that he liked to toy with sometimes. You were awfully cute when you were mad.

But now, as you look up at him with desperation and longing, his heart clenches faintly in his chest. You’re so, so beautiful — the pictures Suguru had showed him hadn’t done you justice in the slightest. You somehow look so enchantingly gorgeous at this moment, even with tears glistening in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

Would you hit him if he tried to wipe away your tears?

He never gets to find out, because you speak his name softly, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. Satoru leans down to carefully listen to what you have to say. “W-Want you.”

-

“So good, so fuckin’ good for me, princess,” Satoru groans, reveling in the dizzying heat of your pussy as he drags his cock in and out of your walls, fucking you at a steady pace. “You feel me in there? You feel me in your little cunt?”

“Y-Yes,” you manage to sob out between moans, each rough snap of his hips into you melting your brain into jelly just a little more. 

“What a perfect lil pussy,” He chuckles as you squeal after a rather rough thrust, the loud squelch of your hole sucking him in echoing through the room. “No sane person in this world would ever give this up this tight wet cunt.” You whine at his filthy words, drool dripping out of the side of your mouth as Satoru continues to ram into you, faster, harder.

“Satoru!” You’re crying out his name over and over, legs wrapped firmly around his waist, pushing him deeper and deeper. “S-Satoru, I-I — “

“You likin’ this, baby? Tell me how much you like this,” he coos into your ear, hand reaching down to rub at your swollen clit.

“I l-like it s-so much, i-it’s so ahh…! I-it’s so good,” you sob out. You never thought sex could feel like this — you never understood why the people around you were so obsessed with it, especially with the treatment you received from your ex.

Now, though, as each rut of Satoru’s dick into your cunt kisses your sweet spot, you get it. You don’t know if you’ll ever be able to forget this feeling of being filled by cock so brutally sweet.

-

“Hold on.” Satoru had tried to protest, he really had. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend. Like Suguru said, the last thing you needed was any funny business. “Listen — “ He sighs out your name, making your bottom lip wobble. “You have to go rest, don’t be reckless.”

“Please.” You tug at his sleeve, staring at him with that puppy-eyed look that always gets you what you want. He really had spoiled you, hadn’t he?

“Not now,” he tried to reason with you. “You’re still hurting, you’re not in the right mind.” You glare at him.

“Who’re you to say m’not in the right mind?” you whine. “I…” You suddenly seem to lose your confidence, staring down at the floor. “...I only ever wanted you.”

“What?” Satoru stares, wide-eyed, at your confession.

“Know you don’t want me that way,” you continue, voice small. “But I… don’t care.” You sniffle. “Don’t care, Satoru. Just want you.”

And when you tug desperately at his shirt again, this time, Satoru is too far gone.

-

“Fuck, I’m close.” He growls into your neck, his pace picking up as he chases after his release, He coaxes you to join him, thumbing at your clit and cooing for you to “Let go, cum for me, c’mon. Cream all over my cock, princess.”

The only sounds in the room are a symphony of your moans and the slick sounds of his cock pushing in and out of your hole as a coil forms deep in your gut, threatening to snap at any moment. You feel tears stain your cheeks as Satoru’s pace increases, pounding into you so deep you can practically feel him in your throat.

“S-Satoru, I’m g-gonna — !” You cut yourself off with a loud, lewd moan, cunt clenching down hard around him as you come undone for the fifth time just this night. You swear you lose consciousness for a second, lost in the euphoric feeling of your release as your swollen pussy throbs in satisfaction.

“Shit..“ A few quick, shallow thrusts later, Satoru finishes as well, thick ropes of cum splurting into your womb, filling you with a warm sensation.

“A-Ah…” you whimper out, pussy fluttering weakly around his softening cock, which is still fully sheathed inside you. A white ring remains on his dick as he gently pulls himself off of you, cum dripping from your spent pussy onto the sheets. Satoru tuts, placing a pillow under your hips so you won’t leak.

You’re only faintly aware of what he’s doing as he leaves briefly and returns with a warm, wet towel, gently asking you to open your legs for him. You obey, but you’re so exhausted you can’t help it as your eyes droop shut. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Satoru leaning forward to peck your forehead, praising you for taking him so well.

-

You wake up a few hours later to sunlight streaming through your bedroom window, making you squint a little as you sit up in bed. You immediately gasp at the ache between your legs, and the soreness racing up and down your body.

Memories of the previous night come flooding back as a sleepy groan sounds from next to you. Satoru stirs, awakened by your panicked sound, asking softly, “You okay, baby?”

Oh god. Shit. Fuck. You actually had sex with Gojo Satoru.

“Hmm?” He looks a little concerned at your lack of response, pulling you against him. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You in pain? Sorry, did my best to clean you up and everything.” Only then do you realize that the place between your thighs is no longer sticky, and that you’re wearing a fresh set of underwear with Satoru’s unbuttoned shirt wrapped around you.

“...What did we do?” You whisper in a muddled mixture of shock and amazement.

“You regret it?” he asks carefully, pulling back a little to gauge your reaction. You shake your head vehemently, snuggling back close to him. You breathe in his scent, eyes fluttering closed. ayou feel so right at home in his arms.

“No.” You ponder for a bit. “But it’s never gonna happen again, right?” Satoru’s breath catches in his throat.

“What?”

“I know last night might’ve given you the wrong impression.” You swallow hard, trying to contain the feelings bubbling up within you. Satoru just looks so beautiful under the morning sun, his crystal blue eyes glittering in the light. You know you’re not mistaken, you’ve never been so sure about it — you love him. “I don’t… do this. Thank you for being with me for this one night, but…” you trail off.

“Hey, hey.” You’re crying again, and this time, Satoru wipes the tears off your cheek, cupping your face between his hands. “What’re you talkin’ about?”

“Don’t want just this from you,” you continue vaguely, looking away shamefully. “But I don’t… I don’t expect you to want the same.” He stills at your words, trying to decipher them properly.

“You still in love with me?” He deciphered them spot on, but that doesn’t stop a humiliated squeak from leaving you. You’re huffing, face on fire with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment.

“F-Fine, whatever! You know already, so…” You look away, gnawing at your lower lip. “That’s w-why — “

“Don’t really know why you’re so upset, baby,” he cuts you off, pulling you out of the downward spiral he sees you’re about to fall into. “Think…” Satoru pauses to swipe at a tear at the corner of your eyes. “Still such a crybaby,” he can’t help but say, watching with amusement as you scowl at him with all the ferocity of an angry kitten.

“Ugh, jerk! Four years later and you still can’t take me seriously, God, why do I even bo — “ He cuts you off again, this time with a kiss. When he pulls away, he’s smiling gently, chuckling at your dumbfounded expression.

“Think I love you too,” he finishes. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about.” A few moments pass.

“...Are you fucking with me?” You look him dead in the eye.

“Technically, I already did,” he replies cheerfully. You look at him in disbelief. “Okay, sorry, sorry, sweetheart. Let me spell it out for you.” Satoru holds you close to him, tracing slow, comforting circles along your back. “Be my girlfriend?”

You answer him with a kiss of your own.

-

Suguru sighs, fishing in his pocket for his house keys as he approaches the front door. He’s worried about you; although the bastard had cheated on you and deserved to have you dump him, he knows you’re still probably heartbroken.

Or at least a little heartbroken. Suguru’s aware you never really that into your ex, if your drunk phone calls about how much you miss Satoru were enough evidence. Hiding those from his best friend was tough work; he would have to sit in the bathroom or the closet with his headphones and speak as quietly and carefully as possible to not rouse any suspicion.

Either way, he knows you definitely need some cheering up right now. He’s brought you a box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery, hoping it would be enough to at least get you in a talking mood.

Imagine his surprise when he opens the door and the first thing he sees is Gojo Satoru. Not only is Gojo Satoru standing in his kitchen, but he’s wearing Suguru’s apron, a gift from you many Christmases ago. To make things worse, he’s nearly butt naked under it, only wearing a pair of boxers that are — wait a second, are those Suguru’s as well?

“Oh hey, Suguru!” If Satoru is nervous or embarrassed, he plays it off well as he turns around and waves, flashing the stupid, faded picture of Remy from Ratatouille on his apron right in Suguru’s face. “You hungry? Was just makin’ some eggs.”

“What the actual fuck,” Suguru grits out, putting two and two together as you choose that moment to wander out into the kitchen, wearing nothing but an unfamiliar collared shirt that reaches down nearly to your knees. Satoru’s.

“S-Sugu.” Your eyes go round, stopping in your tracks. No one speaks for a moment. Satoru’s still happily cooking eggs. Suguru’s expression is stone cold. You’re staring at your brother with embarrassment written all over your face.

“Baby, you ready for food?” Satoru steps away from the stove to wrap an arm around your waist, smooching you on top of your head. You make a stuttered noise under your breath, glancing back at your brother.

Suguru’s smiling now, but not in the traditional sense. He looks almost maniacal as he slowly places the box of cupcakes on the table before locking eyes with Satoru. Finally, the white-haired man has enough shame for his casual grin to falter.

“What happened to no funny business?”

Satoru is forced to abandon the stove, running away from a fuming Suguru chasing after him with the first thing he could find on the dining table — a carrot.

“Sugu, stop, it’s okay — “ Your pleas fall on deaf ears as your brother is hell-bent on finding a way to murder your boyfriend up with a vegetable. You sigh deeply, moving to go after them when you suddenly smell something burning. Your head snaps to where the eggs Satoru was cooking are now sitting blackened over the flame.

Needless to say, the first morning with Gojo Satoru as your official boyfriend was far from perfect.

Thankfully, you would have many, many more mornings with him, each more wonderful than the last, that this one quickly faded from importance.

But not from Suguru’s.

“I still remember,” Suguru says, clearing his throat for dramatic effect. “When I opened the door on that one morning, and you were not only in my house, but you were half-naked wearing my apron and my underwear — “

Satoru groans as the audience bursts into laughter at his best man’s speech, burying his face in your shoulder. You’re giggling right along with them, sparing your new husband a peck on the cheek as his best friend continues to tear him apart.

“Then you had the audacity to pretend nothing was wrong — “

Satoru knew he would never live this down, but he had zero regrets. Not when you’re sitting right next to him in a pretty white dress holding his hand under the table.

“Well.” Suguru looks over at him, raising a brow. “Got anything to say?” Satoru takes the mic from him, face splitting into a shit-eating grin as he says two words:

“Worth it.”

[marblesphere]

Car Racer AU! (Gojo Satoru x Reader/OC)

Sooo… Hehehe… Let's get straight into it.😂 !!Warning!! Implied smut, dry humping, suggestive theme, minuscule smut, fluff… I think that's all. MDNI please.

“Yo, Ochibi.”

“Don’t call me that!” I shrieked.

“Hahahaha!!!!”

This laughing annoying boy is a year older than me, since we go to the same school, he is sort of a senpai of mine. But we are still in elementary school, calling him senpai is a bit…

“Ochibi! Ochibi!”

“Ochibi is here!” One of his friends came out and shouted at the sight of me. Now, every single male classmate of his is chanting my, no, an annoying nickname of mine by him.

“Don’t call me Ochibi!!!!”

That’s how I went through most of my elementary years.

“Eh, don’t you think that senpai is cool?” My friends giggled as they looked at the passing senpai.

“Oh.” I blinked as I followed their sight. He is the same annoying senpai who liked to call me Ochibi along with his friends. “I know him.”

“Eh? Really?!”

“Really.” I nodded. “I guess we are sort of friends?” I don’t know what to call our relationship is, but I guess we are closer than acquaintance, at least, that’s how I infer.

“Can you ask him his number?”

“Number? What for?” I tilted my head.

“Of course I am going to text him.” My friend rolled her eyes.

“Oh. Okay. I will try.” I agreed. So, I waited for him at the front gate to ambush him. “Hey, can I…” But the said boy just walks past me.

And then a year later, when we were in our third year of middle school…

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend, Yamamoto Hibiki.” My friend cheerfully introduced her new boyfriend to us.

“Hello, I am Yamamoto Hibiki, Hina’s boyfriend. Nice to meet you.” He smiled and then the girls went red at once.

“Hibiki, this is my friends, Takikawa Yuriko, Kurokawa Mayuko and Mutsuki Fuuka.”

“Ni-nice to meet you.” They stuttered, blushing a little.

“Nice to meet you.” I bowed. *Ringtone* “Sorry, it’s mine.” I took the call. “Oh, is that so? Okay, I will go home right now.”

“What’s wrong?” Hina asked.

“My father is calling me to go home right now.”

“Oh, that’s too bad. We are going to karaoke together.” Hina smiled. “Remember how you said you know Hibiki and wanted to help me get his number?” All of them broke into a giggle. “If I keep waiting for you, I don’t think I will be getting together with Hibiki.” Hina giggled.

“My bad. I thought we were sort of friends due to how frequently they teased me in elementary school. I guess we are a mere acquaintance.” I said. “Well then, I am going back now. Enjoy yourself.” That will be the last time I am going out with any of them. Because I moved to Tokyo in my high school. ~”~

And now, at the age of 21, I am in my last year of college. “Fuu, are you ready?” Someone poked their head inside the bedroom.

“Wait.” I zip up the oversized jersey, which was designed with the Infinity logo and the name of the team, whose owner is a sports car racer with a mysterious identity. The jersey is so big on my small stature, which basically barely 5 ft tall, and it literally drowns me inside.

“Aren't you looking a little too perfect wearing that?” I heard a low chuckle as someone pulled me into a back hug, one hand was busy playing with the hem of my, his jersey which fell into my mid-thigh.

“We have a race tonight, no? I have to wear my favourite jersey.” I looked up at him with a smile.

“Yep. You are definitely winning the race tonight.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my forehead.

In my high school years after moving to Tokyo, I befriended Nanamin and Yu who in turn introduced me to their senpais, Shoko, Satoru, Suguru and Suguru’s girlfriend who is in the same grade as me… reluctantly.

“Oi, Nanamin, Yu. I heard you two picked up a girl.” Our senpais and Yae sauntered to us.

Nanamin exhales a long tired sigh while Yu happily greets them.

“Who’s the Chibiko?” Satoru tilted his head when he saw me.

“Kon’nichowa, I am Mutsuki Fuuka.” I smiled politely, but I knew it was my time to scram. “Then, I won’t intrude on you all any longer.”

“…How come you are so small? Did you not eat enough?” Satoru’s tall frame loomed over me.

“Yes?” I blinked owlishly.

That was the moment he made it his mission to feed me. But I didn’t grow taller, by then, Satoru who was accustomed to my height liked to call me Chibiko as a form of endearment and decided it was better if I didn’t grow any taller because he liked it.

Then they introduced me to sports car racing. At first, we were going to watch only. Well, Satoru, Suguru and Nanamin were racing with Yu as their mechanic. I was in awe about the race. Everything felt awesome, the course, the techniques, the cars. Satoru seemed to be so pleased at my sparkling eyes while I asked just about everything even though I didn’t really understand. And then he began to teach me about different types of cars and the cars they were using for race, sports cars.

I diligently studied sports cars and any mechanics inside them. Sometimes, asking ridiculous things as newbie, but he didn’t mind and took delight in answering my questions. After a year, I think around my second year of high school. Satoru let me drive his car, with his supervision of course. I was worried about damaging his car. I knew I wouldn’t be able to pay for the damage, but Satoru only laughed and said not to worry about it. He often damaged his car too, when he started learning.

At first, I was really cautious, my speed of driving was like a turtle. But Satoru… kept encouraging me, for example. “Wow, the timing for braking is perfect.” or “Oh, you knew how to change gears already! That’s great!” or “You can turn the corner now! Good job!”

All those praises were just for something basic, but those same praises built up my confidence. The more I drive, the more I feel relaxed and even confident. And Satoru then brought me to a sports car race in a proper race club. He said I was going to race using his car. I almost fainted on the spot due to the sudden news.  Satoru was laughing gleefully at my reaction and as insurance, he got into the car with me, because I was nervous as hell.

My first race didn’t go smoothly, because I was too afraid of damaging his car, my speed dropped into that one of turtle again. At that time, a lot of emotions were mixed. To be honest, I was going to give it all up because I think no matter how hard I try, I wouldn’t be at their level. Satoru then took me on the drive on the race course.

“You did good. You finished the whole course.”

“Because I thought this would be the last time, so, I thought I should at least finish the course.”

“You don’t want to race anymore? Don’t you want to be as good as me?”

“Of course I want to.”

“Then, don’t give up. You have the potential. I mean, you started studying cars just for a year and you can drive well already. I bet you will even get your license on the first try.”

And the very next day after that, Satoru gave me his car. The one he has been using to teach me and let me drive. It was a good job gift and I almost fainted again.

In my third year of high school, our relationship changed into the official one. It was the day when I won my first race in a street race. I remember how excitedly I ran up to him, threw my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Satoru happily reciprocated my kiss by pulling me closer and lifting me up, literally melding our bodies together. That one kiss is powerful enough to drown all the cheers from the gallery and our friends. Powerful enough to convey our feelings to each other. From that moment on, I have been racing frequently in Satoru’s team, Infinity.

Getting into the college, Satoru, Suguru, Nanamin and Yu are taking a step further, they are entering the formal sports car race world. They spent their college years building their own sports cars and making their own team, Limitless. Shoko, Yae and I are helping in any way we can. Getting a sponsor seems to be no problem, Satoru’s family, The Gojo is more than enough to cover the cost just for everything.

I knew the gallery was secretly betting and I bet on myself to make some money, even if that’s just a drop in the bucket, I donated all of my prize money from street racing. I did it secretly through Gojo Family, but someone must be leaking it out, I knew it was his mother. Satoru’s mother, Yukina-san has taken a liking to me so fast. She basically told us to get married quickly to secure me, so no one is stupid enough to lay their filthy hands on me.

And Satoru proposed to me right there and then. I was still in my third year of high school so, in the end, we settled on getting engaged first. And the engagement gift from Gojo family is the house we are currently living in. My parents feel a little bad not being able to give us a big gift or something, but Satoru is fine with it. Papa and Mama decided to pay for our honeymoon later as a gift, which won’t be happening for at least 4 more years. ~”~

“They have arrived!!!! Infinity’s fastest racer, Fuuka-chan is here!!!!” The gallery cheered as I pulled up.

We step out of the car to join the other Infinity team members, whose core members are only Yae and me. The two of us are capable enough to fix our own cars and upgrade them thanks to the former Infinity members’ tutelage.

Even though the former Infinity members, now have become Team Limitless in the sports car race world their identities are still mysteries to everyone. While the mechanic, Yu and the now data analyst, Nanamin are pretty much unseen, the drivers, Suguru and Satoru who were the black sheep of their first season in sports car racing and took the Championship, their identities were pretty much mysteries to everyone. They have a translator (One of the Gojo people) to speak for them. They only allow their initials to be displayed. It’s pretty funny since they have the same initials, so to avoid confusion we added another initial, the hair colour. So, G.S.W is Satoru and G.S.B is Suguru.

Of course, organizers knew their appearance and while they agreed not to enclose their identities, they will need to be checked when standing by on the field, to ensure they are the real participants.

They have various reasons for this. One, they don’t want their private lives to be disturbed by fans or media. Two, the most important reason, if they were too well known, they wouldn’t be able to come here, to street races cheering for their girls.

“Our Fuu is getting more and more popular.” Yae snickered at the cheering.

“I don’t know why though.” I smiled wryly. All I did was just race and race.

“We are going to have a time attack race” Yae patted my head.

“Ah?” I blinked.

“Each team will send two drivers. Well, we only have the two of us.” Yae giggled. The rest of our team won’t be participating in a street race to avoid being found out by organizers, since the street race is basically an illegal event after all. “Just like the usual race, I finish the course and you continue for the second lap. The team who has the lower time count will be the winner.”

“So, who is our opponent?”

“Speed Stars.”

“…Speed Stars? Is it the same Speed Stars we know?”

“The very same.” Yae nodded.

“…They really want to enter the street race?” I blinked. Speed Stars is a proper race club. And most official clubs don’t allow their members to attend street race gatherings, much less participate in one.

Infinity was never part of the official club. We were originally a street race team. Limitless was made in Satoru’s college year, they registered it as an official club. Right now, Yae and I are honorary members. We are part of it, yet not mentioned. Well, it’s not like we can’t do street races if we join Limitless, but as I said, a street race is an illegal gathering. You can get caught by cops and even get your license revoked. The worst case scenario for official racers will be sponsors pulling out because of scandals and they can’t enter a formal legal race.

“Yep. They had heard about Infinity and wanted to see how good illegal street racers compared to them.” Yae said.

“So, we just need to beat them then.” I smiled.

“Exactly.” Yae nodded.

“We will be cheering on you.” Our teammates smiled.

“Fuu will win this easily.” Satoru grinned as he pulled me flush against him. “I will need to think of a reward to celebrate Fuu’s win.”

“Go check the car for me, won’t you, Satoru?”

“Wifey request is my command.” Satoru saluted and then kissed me on the cheek and sashayed to my car.

“Well then, I guess I should also help my cutie to check on hers too.” Suguru smiled and then went to Yae’s car.

We giggle at their antics while Shoko shakes her head and Nanamin pushes up his glasses while sighing, Yu being Yu just laughs at the whole exchange. Then 4 sports cars come through and pull a stop on the area.

“Fuu, I am surprised that Satoru let you look like this wandering outside.” Yae giggled at the sight of my jersey dress.

“Why not? It’s not like I am buck naked underneath.” I said.

“Yep. But Satoru loves seeing you right this, no? Remember how he threw you over his shoulder and sped home the first time he saw you like this?” Yae wriggled her eyebrows.

“Don’t say it!!!” I shrieked in embarrassment. It was a pure curiosity. It was a week after our relationship was labelled as official. I was wondering what I would look like wearing his jersey and I was going to secretly try it. I had no intention of showing or even talking to someone.

So, when I saw Satoru’s jersey in his car, I stole it and secretly tried it on, away from prying eyes (it was just on the other side of the parked car)

“Oh, this is nice,” I mumbled, moving the sweater paws, it smelled like Satoru’s too, the cologne he used at least. “Let’s put it back before he found it missing.” Even though it was only for a moment, I did get addicted and planned to do this in the future.

“Oh, there you are, Fuu.”

I let out a small squeak at Yae’s voice.

“My my… is that…”

“No, you see. I… didn’t mean to steal it! I was only curious! I will put it back!” I was so embarrassed that my face burnt and my eyes swam.

Yae lets out a wicked smile and drags me away from my (not-so-secret) hideout. “Satoru! Look what I found!” She said what instead of who.

Satoru who is grinning and chattering away quiets down in an instant. I can feel his prickling stare.

“I… am sorry… I didn’t mean…” My head dropped, gazing into the asphalt. ‘Oh, he is angry.’ My tears gathered in the corner of my eyes and I desperately blinked them away. “Wah!” I was thrown over his shoulder.

“Suguru, I am taking Fuu back.” Is what he said and I was seated in the co-driver seat and he drove away.

“Um…” Satoru is silent, this might be the first time I have seen him like that. “So…sorry, Satoru. I… I won’t touch your jersey anymore.” The car then came to a sudden halt.

“Fuu…”

“Yes!”

“You… really have no idea what did you just do, have you?”

“…sorry…” I cast my eyes down again, afraid of meeting his eyes.

“…????” The next thing I knew, I was pressed between the steering wheel and Satoru. “Sa-Satoru!!!”

“Damn.” Satoru crashed his lips onto mine, wasting no time devouring mine. “You look perfect like this.” Satoru let out a feral growl as he licked the string of drool on his lips.

“Satoru?” My teary eyes are looking at him dazedly. Satoru smirks as he bucks his hips up. “Y-y-yo-you…” I looked at him wide-eyed, feeling really flustered and embarrassed.

“This is what you have done to me, Fuu.” Satoru groaned as he planted his hands on my hips. His strong hands are moving me along his hard-on. “’s all because of you.” He panted, beads of sweat rolled down from his temple making him look even more desirable. “Can you feel it?”

“I… I…” My brain has long turned into a mush. The throbbing pleasure I feel is too much that I can only babble his name like a broken record. It’s not long before wetness seeps out from my shorts, staining his pants.

“Shall I make you feel even better?” Satoru wiped the drool from my chin and unzipped his jersey. “This has to stay on.”

Long story short, it was my first experience for everything that was done inside the car. In addition, I stayed in his house and took a day off from school.

“Oh? You are blushing. Are you remembering something perverted?”

“Yae!!!!” Yae laughed at that.

“Fuuka? Aren’t you Fuuka? Long time no see. I never expected to see you in this kind of gathering.” Our attention turned to another person who joined our conversation, a girl who looked vaguely familiar.

“…You are…?” I tilted my head to the side.

“I am Hina. Mayami Hina. Your middle school best friend.” She said. “It really has been too long. You suddenly moved away in high school and even changed your email address. I couldn’t contact you at all.” She pouted.

“I won’t say we were best friends. But we were sort of friends.” I said. “And my move was not sudden. I did tell you about it.”

“Oh…” Her smile faltered. “I guess we forgot about that.” She giggled. “Mayuko, Yuriko! Look who’s here!” She waved to her best friends who were whispering to each other while not so secretly glancing at other people.

And those two come over. “Look who is this.” Mayami beamed.

“…” They looked at each other and then scrutinized me. “Fuuka?!” They gasped.

“Long time no see, Kurokawa-san, Takikawa-san.”

“It truly has been a long time. I thought you moved away because you couldn’t bear that Hina dated Yamamoto senpai.” They snickered.

“Oh?” Our eyes and tone turned frosty. “What made you think like that?” I smile politely, but my eyes are not smiling.

“Well, you moved without telling us and it was so sudden too. And remember how you were ignored when you tried to talk to Yamamoto-senpai. We thought you were sad because of it.” They said and giggled.

“Hehehehe…” I laughed lightly. “Well, whatever floats your boat.”

They narrow their eyes in displeasure. “Hmph! We all know the reason you are here today anyway.”

“Oh?”

“Of course it’s because you know Yamamoto-senpai will be here. You even dressed like this to get his attention.”

“????” I tilted my head and looked at Yae.

“So, you were saying he is the participant for the race tonight?” Yae smiled.

“Of course, Yamamoto-senpai is a pro racer.”

“Pro racer?” Now, this gets our attention.

“Yeah, he and his friends are different from the guys here, right, Hina?”

“It’s true that Hibiki is a pro racer of Speed Stars club. It’s nothing to be showed off though.” Mayami smiled, but she was proud.

“He is even a seeded racer.”

“I see. A seeded pro racer, was it?” I smiled.

“Looks like the race tonight won’t be boring then. I hope they live up to their name being a pro racer.” Yae smiled.

“This is a good chance to gather some data.” Nanamin pushed up his glasses.

“Nanamin you are so serious as usual.” Yu laughed.

“Nanamin won’t be Nanamin if he is not serious.” Shoko laughed. “Remember how serious he was when he said he does not respect Satoru? It was hilarious.” We all giggled at that memory.

“He is reliable.” I nodded.

“But not respectable.” Shoko finished and we broke into laughter.

“Hina.” Someone came over to our little group again.

“Hibiki.” Yamamoto slid his hand around Mayami’s waist. “Hibiki, remember Fuuka? My middle school best friend.”

“Fuuka?” He then looked at me. “You…”

“Team Infinity’s racer, Mutsuki Fuuka.”

“Also Team Infinity’s racer, Kurogane Yae. We are your opponents for tonight. Nice to meet you.” Yae smiled.

“You two are the racers?” They gaped.

“We are here to race, not to have a drive. Winning from girls is just leaving a bad taste in my mouth.” Yamamoto frowned.

“We are also here to win the race, not to play pretend race.” Yae rolled her eyes. “There are no men or women in race car sports. It’s all come down to your driving skill and how much you understand your car's quirk.”

It’s true that car racing is most probably a gender-neutral sport, but since females are less interested in this kind of sport, car race sports are mostly designed for males and they do have an advantage in physical strength. But in actuality, there are no women prohibited in this sport.

“So she said. Well, we don’t really care whether you believe it or not. But your opponents tonight are the two of us.” I said.

“I was sure the racers for Infinity are guys.” Yamamoto frowned.

“Ah, that’s-“

“Wifey.” Satoru pasted himself to me in one smooth move. “I finished checking. There is no problem.” Satoru even gave me a big loud smooch on the cheek, making Shoko gag.

“Thank you, Satoru.”

“No problem. It’s wifey’s race tonight. Of course I need to make sure nothing is wrong.” He smiled. “So, this is…” Satoru pulled down his glasses to look at them.

“Ya…Yamamoto Hibiki… I am the racer from Speed Stars.”

“Oh, wifey’s opponent for tonight.” Satoru adjusted back his glasses. “I am wifey’s husband. Nice to meet you.”

“I forgot we are already married.”

“How could you forget that?! Wifey, we signed our marriage paperwork not long ago.” He pouted.

“Well, ever since your proposal, I secretly think we are already married,” I muttered softly.

“…” Satoru is looking at me with sparkling eyes, imaginary ears and a twitching tail.

“You can’t do that, Satoru. Don’t whisk Fuu away right now. She has a race tonight.” Suguru reminded.

“Well, all we need to do now is wait for you to graduate and we can have our long-awaited honeymoon.” Satoru grinned. “I can’t wait.” He whispered in my ear.

“!!!” I blushed at the sudden ear-blowing attack. “~~~~”

“Oh, wifey is blushing. So cute~~~! Let me see more.” He pried open my hands and cooed.

“Ma…married?”

‘Oh, I forgot we have spectators here.’

“You two are married?!”

“That’s what they said. Do your ears have a problem?” Yae snorted.

“So, the whole thing you said about how Fuu is trying to get this man’s…” Nanamin gestured to Yamamoto, “…is wrong. As you can see, she is happily married.”

Takikawa and Kurokawa flush in shame. “Oh? What’s this about?” Satoru cocked his brow up.

“They said I dress like this,” I referred to my oversized jersey, “was to get another man’s attention.” I giggled. “How strange, I wore my husband’s jersey to get another man’s attention. They must have been mistaken.” I smiled brilliantly.

“Yep. They are very very mistaken about it.” Yae, Yu and Suguru agreed.

“So she said. My wifey dressed like this for me. I hope you guys won’t be slandering my wife any further or it won’t be pretty.” Takikawa and Kurokawa shrunk at his glare.

“Well, we should get ready for our race. Let’s go.” I lead Infinity back to our cars.

“I know what I am getting for you for tonight’s celebration,” Satoru whispered.

“Can I expect it?”

“Of course.” Satoru nodded excitedly. “Will tell you after you win.” He kissed my cheek again.

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Go crush them, love.” I heard Suguru tell Yae.

“Of course.” Yae nodded.

“Good luck, Yae.” I waved to her.

“Yep. I will finish this early and we will celebrate this with a yakiniku party.” Yae grinned.

“Okay.” I nodded. And the race is on.

Yae, just like she said she finished the race early. 30 seconds, that’s the time difference between her and her opponent. This might be due to how they underestimate her amongst other things like skills or techniques. Well, it’s their fault. Period. And now, for the second lap.

“Hibiki, you better win this,” Mayami told her boyfriend.

“Of course.” He nodded.

I hear tapping on my window and I roll it down. “Takikawa-san and Kurokawa-san, is there anything I can help with?”

“You… you should let Yamamoto-san win this race.”

“…??? Ha?” I blinked rapidly.

“I said you should let Yamamoto-san win this race.” They repeated.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Unlike you, an illegal street racer, Yamamoto-san has Speed Stars' name to protect, he is a professional racer. That’s why he must not lose to the likes of you.”

“Heh.” I let out a small laugh. “Is he so weak that he needs to be given a bone to survive?” I smiled in amusement. “I guess he might be such a person.” I sneered. “After all, Speed Stars is an official proper race club and they usually won’t allow their racers to participate in street races. Is he going to be kicked out?” I grinned. “Besides, if he is a professional racer, even more so I can’t hold back, no? I am just a small fry according to you.”

“You!”

“5 seconds.”

I roll the window up to cut any more unnecessary contact. “One!”

Five minutes into the race, the car behind me which is Yamamoto Hibiki is turning his headlights on and off. Of course I ignore him fabulously by accelerating instead. I have no reason or intention to listen to him. This is a race after all. ~”~

I won the race. The moment I stepped out, Satoru was peppering my face with kisses, while the others are congratulating me.

“Let me tell you your gift.” He whispered.

“I am listening.”

“I will wear a blindfold and let you ride me the whole night. How is that sound?” Satoru purred. “I am even better than the car after all.”

My response is only burying my face into his chest, grumbling incoherently while feeling my ears and cheeks hot beyond compare. Satoru laughs gleefully at my reaction and continues to tease me. “It’s not like you haven’t done it.”

While it’s true, I still feel embarrassed about it. I am at a core is actually a very shy and timid person. No matter how many times we have seen each other naked, I will still and most probably will continue to blush while either stripping or being stripped. Satoru’s eyes… are like a true predator hunting for his prey, but he is actually very gentle unless I want him to be rough…ahem, let’s save that for another time.

“Maybe I should make love to you inside the car or maybe on the hood?” Satoru smirked wickedly. “Especially when you are wearing my jersey. Yeah, the jersey should stay on.”

“Satoru.” I hiss, feeling the shame is going to burn me alive.

“My wifey is the best after all.” He crooned.

“This win doesn’t count. I demand a rematch.” Yamamoto Hibiki slammed his door close and stomped to us. “You left while I was trying to talk.” The cheers quieted down and they looked at us.

“Talk? I thought we had a car racing competition, not a talking competition. Why should I talk to you in the middle of the match?” I tilted my head. My friends and the gallery agreed with my logic.

“We weren’t competing yet.”

“But the referee said ‘Go!’ That’s the signal to begin the match, we were already in a match that time, is that not so?”

“That’s right!” The gallery agreed and some began to boo them.

“I didn’t go all out because you were my childhood friend.” He tried to defend himself using that kind of excuse.

“Childhood friend?” I blinked. “Oh, you must have remembered it wrong. We were a mere acquaintance… Can I even call you an acquaintance? I mean, I know your name because Mayami-san introduced you as her boyfriend. I think that’s all our interaction amounted to. We are strangers. And, isn’t it your own fault for not going all out in a match?”

“Yeah! That’s right!” The gallery backed me up again. “A race is still a race. If you lose, you don’t need to make excuses. Fuuka-chan also didn’t use any excuse of being girls or being beginners, right?”

“That’s right! I have been attending street races for a long time. Fuuka also lost the first time she had her street race, even though she was upset and even cried…” They laughed at that.

“Ugh…” I pouted.

“But she never said any excuse. She just came to the next race to participate again and then finally won her first race.”

“It was me.” Someone in the gallery raised his hand. “I was the opponent for her first win. Fuuka-chan was truly growing fast. Remember how she celebrated her first win?” The gallery laughed heartily while I snuggled deeper into Satoru’s mumbling shut up.

“Gojo got tied down that day. Well, it was painfully obvious that all we could do was only bet how long it would take them to realize.”

“Damn! I lost the best because I bet Gojo would attack first!”

“Wahahaha! It’s Fuuka-chan who attacked first!”

“My girl was cute, no?” Satoru chortled, joining the fray.

“Shut up.” I hit his chest, only to make him laugh harder.

“And she is even cuter now.” Satoru grinned.

“Her personality changes when she is behind the wheel.”

“Yeah… You would not expect a petite girl like her to drive like that.” They nodded.

“In any case, a loss is a loss. You don’t need to yap a lame excuse to make the loss invalid. That just means you are not good enough. A professional who can’t even take a loss as a loss. What a joke.” Yae snorted. “It’s a wonder if you really from Speed Stars club or not.” She sneered.

“Are you really a professional racer?” Nanamin pushed up his glasses. “Sorry, but I've never seen you in any professional matches or in any formal races. As far as I know, the ones who represented Speed Stars are Kunnugi Akira and Yamazaki Yuhiko.”

“That’s right! Are you sure you are a pro racer? Tell us in what season you participated, your car and your stage name.”

“Shame on you, trying to justify yourself for losing. Boo!” The booing got bigger and bigger.

“I don’t mind if you want to rematch. But this time you will be competing with me.” Satoru grinned, his glacial blue eyes were shining eerily. “I am afraid you will harass my Fuu with your uncouth mouth. My Fuu is very delicate and fragile, won’t let something happen to her.”

‘…Which part of Fuu/Fuuka-chan is delicate is fragile? Well, she technically is, but behind the wheel, she is nothing but a monster. A ferocious monster that either will chase you until the end of Earth or a monster that will leave you to eat smoke and dust.’

“I don’t mind a rematch though. I won’t lose” I said.

“Of course you won’t lose.” Satoru grinned. “Not to someone who used a lame excuse to justify his loss.”

“So, are we going to rematch or not?” I looked at Yamamoto-san.

“…I…”

“If you want to talk to Fuu, you can say your piece now. Or you will use this excuse again later.” Yae taunted.

“I am also very interested in what were you going to say to my wife,” Satoru emphasized the last two words.

“That’s…”

“What? Cat got your tongue? Is it something that you don’t want people to hear about?” Satoru pressed. “I wonder what kind of talk a single man needs to say to a happily married woman, alone no less.”

“I won’t ever talk to anyone, especially man alone. It’s nothing but a recipe for disaster.” I sighed.

“Yup. Wifey knew the best. I trust you, wifey. But I don’t trust the other people. Simple as that. So, if you have anything you want to say to my wife, I’d appreciate if you say it now.” Satoru said.

“…No…nothing…” I see how the girls are looking at me indignantly. Well, I certainly don’t care about that. Not when I have a party to attend right now.

“Then, let’s go to our yakiniku party.” I looked at Satoru with sparkly eyes.

“We are going too!” The gallery exclaimed.

“Pay for your own,” Satoru told them.

“Wahahaha! We will!” They laughed.

“Satoru, you drive, okay?”

“Of course. My girl worked hard today.” He chuckled. ~”~

“Satoru.” I poked my head inside the bedroom. Satoru has just finished showering, him being topless and with sweatpants hanging low on his hips, along with his still damp hair is the proof, whereas I… am wearing a Limitless jersey, his jersey on top of… nothing… and a stretchy blindfold in my hands.

“Fuu?” Satoru turned to look at me and I heard a sharp intake of breath. “…Come here, love.” His voice was hoarse as he held his hands out.

I wordlessly settle down into his comfortable warmth, Satoru’s hands are dancing across my spine and thighs, making goosebumps break across my body. I hand him the blindfold while keeping my face buried in his torso, feeling my cheeks warming up.

“Aren’t you eager today, hm?” He chuckled darkly. I can feel the low primal tone from it and it makes me shudder in a very good and pleasant way. “You are wearing nothing too.” Satoru’s big hand rests on my rear and with one movement, he hoists me up and I automatically lock my legs around his waist.

I swallow a lump in my throat at the sight of his eyes… They are burning with raw and carnal desire. This is also one thing that I can’t get used to, the way Satoru looks at me with his overwhelming desire to love, to lust and to ravish me and anything in between. One thing I am sure of is, I want it, I want him, I want all of him, I want what he will do with me, all of them.

There’s no word needed to be exchanged between us. Satoru’s eyes are full of the promise of the debauched depravity we are going to indulge ourselves in. I can see from the way he licks his lips and a small needy whine escapes my mouth… involuntary. “I know, love. Will let you feel good soon, yeah?” He crooned. Satoru’s voice is definitely a delight to my ears, it sounds so sinful, feral and primal.

Satoru puts me on the mattress while hovering above me and unzips his jersey. “You really are perfect looking like this.” Feather-light kisses are dancing along my now exposed body. “Mmn…” Satoru moaned at the sight of my drenching lower lips.

“Satoru…” I whined.

“Yes, love?”

“You promised to let me ride you.”

“I know pretty girl. Let me taste you once first, yeah? I need to taste you so bad.”

“Okay…” ~”~

“Satoru.” I poked the male beside me, who was sleeping without care, but very sated and happy.

“What, love?” Satoru cracked open his eyes. “I love how pretty you look like this.” He shot me a cheshire grin, referring to the love bites he gave me the night before.

“I can’t move.” I pouted. “I am sore.”

“I must have done it right.” Satoru then raises his body, the white sheets pooling on his waist. His eyes are roaming appreciatively on my body.

“Let’s get my pretty girl all nice and clean.” Satoru lifted me up and took me to the bathroom. “By the way…”

“What?”

“You rode me like a pro yesterday. I should make one of a kind license for you. A license needed to ride me.” He cackled cheekily.

“Pervert!” I slapped his back, while the said man only laughed harder at my reddened cheeks.

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First request ever: Can you make a story about Gojo, where their both in a relationship but gojo had to end it because he was afraid that she would be in danger?

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LET ME MARRY YOU

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

The risk of dating you his too much for him to handle, so he breaks it off, only for him to come back to your doorstep years later and ask: "Let me marry you."

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Note : istg each time i edited this... the wordcount grew lol. i hope u enjoyyy 🥹💗 tysm for enjoying my work it means everything

Warnings : angst -> fluff (?) -> happy ending trust me, Shibuya arc spoilers (Ep 9), manga spoilers (chapter 221)

🍒 More from Jay : Gojo works / Gojo fave works / JJK works / oct. reqs open

The risk of dating you is thrilling when Satoru's just a teenager in puppy love. But as he grows older, and heads into those dreaded 20s, the risk makes him more and more nervous.

What if something happens to you?

He presses kiss after kiss to your forehead and feels his chest tremble, feels his lips quiver, as he refrains from telling you the truth about the Jujutsu world. Satoru just can't do it.

There are so many instances of him saving you from curses that you're oblivious about. He just smiles strangely, and you wonder why he looks like he's just seen a ghost. Because he has, those pretty eyes see ghosts. But those pretty eyes also see you, "What am I looking at?" he responds after you ask why he's looking at you so tenderly, "I'm looking at my future wife." he flirts just to fluster you.

That's at the cafe, when things are still simple. He keeps thinking to himself, as he lays with you in bed some nights;

I want to marry you.

I'm going to marry you.

Please let me be your husband one day.

As if he's trying to manifest it.

Everything is okay-ish... until he gets pangs of fright when your name starts to be known outside of his closed circle of friends.

It's October 11th.

Gojo Satoru breaks up with you.

He leads you to believe that the two of you are just "right person, wrong time". It all hurts an incomprehensible amount for him, to finally cut the string that tethers the two of you together.

He sits on the stairs, head in his hands, mourning.

He starts many mornings with crying spells that last until midday.

He destroys evidence of you and him. In case anyone ever finds it and thus finds your apartment, or work, or college... or anything.

But he can't part with a very special photo. It's you and him in Okinawa, sharing a cheesy kiss at the beach. In the moment this photo was captured, Gojo remembers having whispered some dirty joke in your ear and that's why you smiled so big into his kiss.

He drifts to sleep to the lullaby lovesongs that defined your love.

Years pass, he refuses to even talk to you. The heartbreak worsens with time, he laughs when he realizes that on his 27th birthday.

Isn't time supposed to heal all wounds? Someone said that to him once. Well, they must have been lying without realizing it.

The day Gojo Satoru is sealed, he looks into Suguru's eyes, and remembers you through them. When he resides in that awful prison realm, he only thinks of you you you you you you you oh god he misses you so much that it feels like the very thought of your smile stabs his chest. Every memory is painful. Every flashback puts one more crack in his heart.

"Can't I ever catch a break...?" He laughs to himself, chattering skeletons making their eerie symphony around him.

He thinks. Ponders. Wonders. Broods. Daydreams. All about you. Always about you. Never anything else. Just his first love, from the late spring of his 17th year.

His earthly goddess.

The purpose of his benevolent actions.

He cries. And sobs. And weeps. Because no one can hear him but the skeletons and he's sure they don't mind the sight or sound of a 27 man howling in pain over a lost lover.

It's not just your relationship that he's mourning. But the fact he can't feel you in this cube... that he can't feel your presence in the world... that's worse than the heartbreak. At least through all these years, he's been able to sense your existence. Feel the subtle ripples of your soul no matter how distant you are; you'd be stood in a coffee shop, he'd be at Jujutsu High teaching, and yet feeling you.

Because as he promised to you at 17, "Half my soul is yours. And half your soul is mine. I'll always be with you even if I'm not there."

He has the biggest breakdown of his life in that little cramped suffocating claustrophobic eerie creepy box.

It's 19 days later. He's out. He's back in the world. And he feels the sense of you, your existence, swelling in his chest, tickling his mind, prodding his heart.

"Gojo sensei, where are you headed?"

"I'm gonna go find my other half." he says cryptically.

It's a stark bright day.

Gojo Satoru knocks at your apartment door.

You open it.

He looks at you, and you look at him.

"Hi."

"...hey...? Wow. Haha... you grew into your features, huh?"

Your voice fills his heart with life.

"You too... glad you still live in the same place... I was worried you might have moved out..."

"... Ah, Satoru, you'd be able to find me no matter what corner of the world I resided in."

Your laugh fills his mind with pleasant memories.

There's an a magnetism between you and him just like there always used to be. It feels like two magnets connecting at last, after feeling the distant attraction throughout all these years of distance.

"You're right." Satoru says after a silence of just staring into your eyes.

"I'll always find my way home."

A silence ensues after he says this.

"...haha... don't cry... or I'll cry..."

"... Satoru... I thought of you every day after you left me at the station."

"... me too."

"... why did you leave?"

He stares at you.

"... I was scared of you being in danger."

He gulps.

"Me? In danger? But you're the strongest, why would it matter."

Oh god that's right. You said it then when you were 17, "You're the strongest" and he carried that title with him from then. And now you've said it again. He's reminded. He feels a bit stupid. A bit ridiculous. A bit...

"You're right..." he chokes up. "I am. I could have protected you I guess..."

"... yeah, duh."

He smiles meekly.

It was more complicated than that, sweetheart. But I won't tell you.

He hesitates. He contemplates.

"I have to tell you everything... will you promise to believe everything I say even if it sounds insane?"

"Of course. What is it?"

He inhales deeply. And instead of blurting out his whole life story of being a sorcerer in the Jujutsu world, he just leans in and kisses you hard and truthfully. Cups your cheeks. Closes his eyes. Tastes you like a sweet from his childhood that he hasn't had for years. Presses to you. Takes in your scent.

Yeah yeah... he'll tell you everything in a minute.

But for now just let him kiss you until he runs out of breath.

Let him just...

"Hey..." he pulls away, gasping, "Let me marry you."

"Haha, Satoru..." you take it as a joke and laugh, because it sounds as bizarre and unexpected as one. Then you realize there's that serious look on his face. "... Satoru?"

"Can I?"

"... what?"

"Can I please?"

"... huh??"

"Can I marry you, please?"

He looks at you and waits for your answer. His poor heart. It's palpitating. His whole chest cavity inspires with love for you. This man that you haven't seen in years has just asked if you'll let him marry you — with very specific wording.

Can he? Will you let him?

It's funny in a way, because you think to yourself; this is such a Satoru thing to do... show up unannounced years later on your doorstep and ask for your hand in marriage as if no time has passed, as if you know the full story.

"Satoru... what happened to you throughout these years for you to come back to me and ask for my hand in marriage?" you ask, genuinely baffled.

He swallows slowly. "I know I sound like I've lost my mind. But I promise I haven't."

"That's hard to believe. The Satoru I remember was always on the brink of mania. A bit insane but not quite."

You make him laugh. "Yeah..."

"So are you asking to marry me out of insanity?"

"No."

"Well alright then. I guess I'll marry you."

You make him laugh again, with that funny tone. He hasn't laughed genuinely in years... it's always been that plastic laugh. But this is his genuine laugh. Silky and quiet. The opposite of his demeanor.

"I guess I should be explaining everything to you properly... before I ask you something like that."

"You're damn right..."

"... don't scold me too hard when I tell you all the reasons I left. Or, if you do, then at least hold me while you scold me. And run your fingers through my hair like you used to."

"Satoru."

"Yes?"

His heart throbs. He looks at you.

"Stop standing at the doorway and come inside."

"Oh."

You sigh. He smiles. Then he bows his head so it doesn't hit the top of the doorframe. Damn tiny Tokyo apartments. Your archway always had it out for the crown of his head. You laugh when he bumps into it just like he always used to.

So the two of you sit down and just talk. And talk. Maybe cry a bit. Actually, you cry a lot. And he holds you. And he says he's sorry. He says sorry over and over, as if the word is a bandage he's trying to wrap around all your heartbreak wounds that he caused.

"I'm sorry."

Satoru's apologies aren't easy to come by, and when you receive them, they nurse your heart. It's the gentleness with which he says it, and earnest too. Each successive sorry means more than the last.

"My angel..."

When you call him this after he vents to you about his time in the Prison Realm, and his overwhelming duty of being the strongest, he breaks down completely and just weeps in your arms.

He sobs like you've never heard him sob before, like a dog.

Finally. At least for a moment. He could be weak. Let down his guard. Be raw. Be emotional. Not a teacher. Not a sorcerer. Just your boy. Your Satoru.

Your consolation is all he wanted throughout these years. He looks up at you, eyes red and sore, nose sniffling, and stares at you like he can see your soul.

"...Satoru?"

"Marry me."

You chuckle again.

"If that will stop your tears..." you joke.

He sniffles loudly and swallows, composing himself.

"I thought about marrying you so much when we were together... 'n I tried so hard to bite my tongue when your name nearly rolled off it while talking to my students some days. I was always..."

On the verge of saying your name.

He sniffles long and hard and waits for your hand to weave into his hair.

"Will you think about it?"

"I will."

There's a silence. Satoru feels hopeful. He lays on your chest, arms around you like you're his whole world that he won't dare let go of again.

"There." you say with finality. "I thought about it. Let's get married."

"That took you, like, ten seconds."

You laugh with him. "Yeah... I already knew in my heart when you asked me at the doorway... you know... Satoru... it's funny. When you left, it felt like half my soul was gone. And when you knocked on my doorstep, it felt like I was whole again. Does that sound freaky, or does it tie into all this... Juju... Jujutsu stuff?"

He's silent.

"I have no idea."

"Wow. My future husband isn't knowledgeable at all." you joke.

His heart flutters at 'future husband'.

"Sorry." he says, smiling softly, "My mind is blank when your fingers are running through my hair."

The two of you go on and on, until you're laid in bed sleeping at each other's side. Resting. And god, did Gojo Satoru need a good rest.

In your arms, he's no longer an insomniac.

© arminsumi

Do not plagiarize / repost / translate / copy layouts / etc.

Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

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Others Know Better

Actor!Gojo Satoru x Actor!Reader Words: 1733 Genre: Actors AU, Fluff

You opened up your social media only to find out another hundred of comments of your colleague's name under your post. Under each of your pictures hundreds of your fans commented either his name, or something like "his girl". You could have guessed that everything was going to like this, when you first read the script of the brand new episode of your series.

You were one of the lead actresses in the show, which was exceptionally successful and made almost all actors that starred in it millionaires. Moreover, you enjoyed the show yourself. But the recent plot twist, in which you and Satoru, your colleague everyone keeps mentioning under your comment section, had a very controversial scene together, blew everybody's minds. It wasn't a very open scene, but considering that it was the first scene the two characters were together, it seriously shocked everyone. The scene involved fighting, just how the two characters used to do, later on crying from your character, then comforting hug from Satoru and then an angry kiss from you. The scene eventually escalated, but was cut short, just the usual way it is done. Later the two of you woke up in the bed, sharing a couple of kisses.

When you first read the scene, sudden feeling creeped all over you. Satoru was sitting next to you as well. You were in fact reading the same thing. So, if one of you had a problem with the scene, you had a chance to discuss potential alternatives. Both of you hummed in uncomfortable silence, before the question "are there any concerns? To which both you and Satoru answered with "no". It felt unusual. You felt all tense. It wasn't the first time you had to kiss a co-worker, you were really comfortable with that, but kissing Satoru was a whole another thing. You have never had such an attractive colleague, ever. He had so many fans, in fact, most of the girls watched the show for Satoru, even if it sounds really bad. He was a symbol of a desired man. You weren't an exception tho.

You tried to keep as much professionalism, as possible. And the fact that you actually had to practice the kissing scene, before actual scene rehearsals was just adding fuel to the fire, that lit in you. It was the three of you, the director, you and Satoru. She asked you to get comfortable and described how the kiss should be. Later on she left you two, to actually practice.

You looked at Satoru, that was just as unbothered as ever. He was wearing a white shirt, the first two buttons open, his hair just as silky as ever, his usual sunglasses resting on his nose. You wanted his calmness. You thought you were going to explode. Satoru noticed your tension and was quick to speak, taking off his sunglasses.

"Hey don't worry that much, it's just a kiss."

"I know that it's just a kiss, Satoru, and it's not a kiss between you and me, it's a kiss between our characters."

"Yeah sure, as if they actually can kiss each other."

"You're not helping me."

Satoru smirked and then proceeded to get closer to you.

"Let's get this started okay, if we start now, we might be able to finish by midnight."

He was right, it was late and you were tired as hell. As you were the one to initiate the kiss, you leaned in and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. He didn't lose a second to respond to the kiss, placing his hands on your back and your neck. He was such a... good kisser. Although, a good kisser for Satoru was an understatement. You kissed until you were out of breath and pulled away eventually. Before you could say anything Satoru kissed you again. Which was not planned and not necessary. You didn't pull back and kissed him back. This one was different, you could feel that Satoru was kissing you much more passionately, with so much feeling and thought. He was really gentle, but at the same time your head spinned around from how intoxicating his lips were. You didn't want that moment to ever stop, but he pulled away and left the room in an instant. To say that you were shocked, was to say nothing.

Satoru came back with the director, he convinced her that everything was okay, there was no tension and that you too were ready for the scene. She, however, insisted that you two have to kiss again, so that she would imagine what could be improved, in order to make it more realistic and emotional. Satoru looked at you, with such expression, as if he wasn't the one that kissed you outside of the role, obviously. He forced an expression on his face that screamed that he just wants to go. You came up to him and kissed him casually. He did kiss you back until the director herself told you to "stop if you want" followed with laugher. You pulled back and gave him a very "disgusted" looked, went as far as wiping your lips and turning your back to go.

The actual scene rehearsals were harder than the two of you imagined. Not only did you have to repeat the actual kiss for more than 10 times, starting the kiss and then separating when hearing the "CUT". You couldn't understand why you and Satoru suddenly became so sloppy and couldn't concentrate on your job. After more than 23 takes, you finally succeeded. Everyone was clapping and telling you to kiss again, as a celebration. Of course it was just a joke, but your lips were swollen, you were extremely nervous and in pure distress. The hardest scene you have ever done. Satoru was just as stressed, his lips all red, he just hugged you with one hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

From that day on, you always received texts from Satoru, more than you would get usually. Everyone on the set noticed the shift in his behavior after that one particular scene. He was always all over you, not losing a single opportunity to be close to you, to hold you, to touch you. While he was generally very touchy person, with you it was different. He was open about his behavior, but only never did something so significant for you to confront him. And to be honest, you enjoyed his affection. You enjoyed having him so close to you. You enjoyed the fact that he was jealous, everytime you would sit with another colleague of yours. You enjoyed the fact that he would always ask you to go out, to spend more time together. This whole new "relationship" wasn't only for your set. A lot of fans have spotted you and Satoru dining together.

Several photos of you were spread across the internet, numerous articles wondering if the romance of your characters actually projected into a romance in real life. A lot of fans have analyzed how suitable the two of you were in real life. They even went as far as posting the pictures of your ex boyfriend and then Satoru, with a caption of "upgrade". The whole assumptions escalated to the point were you were receiving questions about your relationships during interviews. They would purposely put you and Satoru together to "test" you.

The comments truly were the most innocent part of the whole situation. Everyday you would feel more and more drawn to Satoru. The fact that everyone convinced you that he definitely likes you, wasn't very helpful either.

Satoru, on the other hand, seemed to like the situation more. In his comment section, everyone was talking about you, he didn't mind it at all. He read every single article and did even more things that could be represented as two sensed. He reposted your pictures on his story with hearts. He comments on every single picture you upload. He acted as your boyfriend, but in fact he wasn't.

Your patience started to run out, as much as you liked Satoru's affection, you didn't want to be played with. You planned to talk to him, ask him everything that was bothering you. So when he texted you to ask if you were free to hang out, you agreed to go to his house. You knew that a lot of photos of you entering the building he lived in will appear, but you didn't care that much.

When you arrived, Satoru opened the door and welcomed you. You entered the house, only for the smell of your favorite food to hit your nose. He knew you so well. It was actually really fascinating, that during such a short time period you and Satoru got so close. You were happy about the money you made, but also you were happy to meet so many amazing people. Satoru's voice interrupted your thoughts.

"You seem upset huh?" Satoru said.

You didn't know if you were upset, or just nervous. Or just extraordinary tired of all that was happening around you.

"Satoru, I have a question and it is a serious one." You said.

"What is it, sweetie?" Satoru asked you.

"Sweetie? Satoru you are not my boyfriend. You act like one though." You said.

"If you don't like it, you can tell me to stop, but as much as I remember you never did." Satoru said.

"Do you have any feelings towards me? I need to know, especially the time you kissed me after we finished practicing, does it mean anything to you? Do you just play with me?"

"What are you talking about? Don't you know me? " He said obvious anger in his voice.

"I don't understand you Satoru."

He was silent. Trying to pick the right words.

"You gave me the disgusted look after I kissed you, I, I, I don't know, Suguru has been telling me that you were not indifferent towards me and after that kiss I can't think about anything else... it sounds stupid and unprofessional, but I think I fell in love with you the day we shoot that scene."

You didn't know what to say and just went ahead and hugged him as tight as you could.

"I think Suguru was right." He laughed.

"The whole world was right, Satoru." You laughed as well.

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a/n: Adding on to highschool delulu Gojo based off a tiktok I saw

After a tiring day of exorcising curses, you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are on the train back to Jujutsu Tech. All of you are exhausted and are sitting in comfortable silence side by side.

Gojo's on your right, seated at the very end of the seats with you beside him; Shoko is on your left, followed by Geto. Gojo and Shoko are on their phones while you and Geto are asleep. When the train comes to a halt, your head sways a bit before laying on Shoko's shoulder, and soon after, a flood of passengers board the train. Mostly students and adults who are just done with club activities or work.

Gojo sees your head laying comfortably on Shoko's shoulder and immediately gets jealous, so he quickly shifts you from her shoulder to his. You wake up a bit, but Gojo quickly pats you with his arm that's slung around you in a comforting manner and tells you in a sweet voice to go back to sleep.

Shoko looks up from her phone and rolls her eyes, telling him how childish he is. Gojo squints his eyes and sticks his tongue out at her before hugging you closer to him and continuing to scroll on his phone.

A group of high schoolers sees this and giggle to themselves at Gojo's behavior. Shoko chuckles to herself and wonders if only they really knew how much more he's truly obsessed with you.

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something's made your eyes go cold (6)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader but mostly TEEN!geto x FEM!reader (platonic) - soulmate AU

TW⚠️: geto suguru defects soooo be warned, reader is not a sorcerer, geto is beyond mean, angst/hurt, gojo does not show up at the end, friends to enemies, mentions of sex, and loss of virginity off screen (from gojoxreader)

a/n: this is not proofread!!!!!

something's gone terribly wrong

Geto Suguru appreciated Satoru's soulmate, besides him, his best friend would have another constant in his life. Someone else who would care for him unconditionally, and just like Suguru vowed to protect Satoru - he vowed to protect her. He was strong after all, and the strong must protect the weak.

When Satoru wasn't there, it was Suguru who would keep her safe from curses; curses that reared their ugly heads when Satoru wasn't around. They were far more daring when she was alone, even if Suguru was with her. He was nowhere near as fearsome as his best friend, but he handled the curses just fine without him.

Let the curses underestimate him, it made them easier to deal with, easier to keep her safe from harm.

If Gojo Satoru was on a mission and Suguru was still in the city, then he would routinely check up on her - Satoru couldn't warp at long distances yet, so if anything happened to her, he would not make it in time, so Suguru took it upon himself to be her protector. She needed it and Satoru needed her, and Suguru cared for them both deeply.

Sept. 19, 2006

' ' it's getting dark and it's all so quiet ' '

A curse tried to latch itself onto her when Satoru was cities away on mission, Suguru exorcised it expertly, with her back turned to him without even realizing she was ever in danger.

A soft smile graced his lips, "Everything alright?"

She jumped at his gentle voice, not realizing he was behind her, "Ah, Geto," she returned his gentle smile, "I didn't see you there. I'm alright, you?"

"I'm doing fine," Suguru looked up at the cloudy sky, "Come on, it looks like it's gonna rain. I'll walk you home."

The walk was full of light and awkward chit chat, despite Suguru's best efforts to be friendly. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, they had only met a couple of times; he supposed it would take time for her to warm up to him, at least she wasn't given him the cold shoulder like had been to Satoru. Suguru never put in a good word in for his best friend, he had said awful things about her - Satoru deserved her silent treatment.

Suguru wasn't too worried about it though. They were soulmates and while he didn't understand it, he had always admired it. He was even proud of Satoru for discarding his old and stupid opinions of her and actually putting in work to try and win her over.

"Thank you, Geto," She awkwardly waved goodbye to him when they arrived outside her family's bakery.

Suguru only smiled, "No problem."

He turned to leave and scrunched his nose up the gray sky. He was going to get caught in the rain for sure.

Oh well, "See ya."

Suguru's phone buzzed in his pockets:

Gojo.S: thank you :)

The shops bell chimed, and then, chimes again, and she yelled for him.

Suguru tilted his towards her, half-shocked, she had never called out to him before, but there she was with her hands outstretched towards him - a clear plastic umbrella and a styrofoam to go box.

Suguru gingerly took them from her hands, "Thank you."

Her cheeks were slightly pink when their hands brushed, "It's the least I could do. Thank you again for walking me home."

With that, he left with the protection of the umbrella from the rain and hot pastry warming up his hand.

His phone buzzed again:

Gojo.S: no way, she likes you more than me, right???

Gojo.S: I'll fight you >:( don't think that I won't

Suguru chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Geto.S: guess that means she has better taste than I thought

A flurry of rushed texts blew up his phone - worth it.

Nov. 28, 2006

' ' i thought i had you figured out ' '

A text had woken him up in the morning. Suguru was expecting it to be Satoru, sending him photos of his lastest mission away from Tokyo, but no, it was ______.

____._: sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but do you know what sweets are satoru's favorites and his favorite flavored cake???

____._: he never says he just eats anything sweet

That certainly sounded like Satoru.

Suguru yawned as he typed out:

Geto.S: He's a glutton

Geto.S: I'm sure anything will be fine but he does prefer kikufuku as for the cake - angel cake seems to be the best option

He rubbed his eyes and slid his phone closed, he needed to change into his uniform - wait... no, he needed to shower first.

His phone buzzed in his night stand. He gave it a quick look over, before he ridded himself of his clothes and hopped in the shower:

____._: thank you!!!! I owe you big time :D

____._: you like soba right?? My treat!

Suguru was glad, she felt like she could rely on him. He wanted to be relied on, if she relied on him, the easier it was to keep her safe from anything that tried to grab her in the darkness.

There had been too many close calls and it all reminded him of - No, she was not Riko. Suguru would not make the same mistakes.

When he got out of the shower and changed, he texted her back.

Geto.S: We can go shopping together

Geto.S: Are you free at 4:15?

Thirty minutes later she texted back:

____._: yep, where do you wanna meet?

Geto.S: I'll meet you at your school

Geto.S: We'll leave from there

____._: See you then :D

Suguru was right on time waiting outside of her school gates. He kept his eyes trained on curses energy residuals, and the curse dwelling on at the school - none of them were powerful, none of them posed a real threat to anyone.

Good, he could rest easy for now.

A bag slung around her shoulder, she enthusiastically waved at him as she ran up to him with a bright smile quirking her lips up, "Geto!"

Suguru's smile was as it always was soft, but this time he wasn't tip-toeing around her, afraid he would scare her away.

They were friends.

Of course, he kept things from her like the curses that tried to hurt her, but so did Satoru, but he supposed, Satoru didn't need to - nothing dared to touch her while he was around her. She couldn't even see them, so Suguru didn't feel the need to worry her about it, especially when he would protect her from it. She was already worried about Satoru as it was, no point in adding something else on to the list.

She chewed on her lip, "His mission isn't too dangerous is it?"

Suguru placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "No, he will be back in two days tops."

Still, she closed her eyes to check on him. He didn't blame her if he had felt Satoru die, he would check on him all the time.

She quickly blushed in embarrassment when she realized Suguru was watching, "I'm not a stalker -"

Suguru laughed.

Her cheeks burned into darker and brighter shade of red, "Don't laugh at me! I'm just -"

"Worried?" He chuckled out, "Come on, worry wart. If I remember correctly you owe me a soba."

Today, a curse user tried to sneak up behind her. To take her or kill her, Suguru didn't know. Not that it mattered, he pummeled him into a bloody pulp and called a window to take him back to jujutsu tech where he would wait trial by the higher ups.

Execution, no doubt. Suguru didn't care that's what the curse user gets for trying to pick on the weak, and on his best friend's soulmate no less. If anything, Suguru considered him lucky - it would've gone worse for him if Satoru had been the one to catch him. Forget about being beatened to a bloody pulp, imagine getting erased with a shot of hollow purple? Very lucky.

"Geto," she called out to him as she showed him a shirt, "what about this one?"

Suguru pocketed his bruised knuckles, "Yeah, he'll like that one."

She cheerfully skipped to the cash register and waited for the man to ring her up.

Suguru's eyes narrowed at the man, he seemed normal, but something was bothering him. Suguru was behind her in a few quick steps, his face seemingly expressionless when he took the bag from the clerks hand, before she could even raise her hand to grab it for herself.

The clerk waved them off as both teenagers said thank you, but Suguru lagged slightly behind her with his hand on the small of her back, keeping his senses trained on the clerk until they were at a safe distance, but then he saw a woman standing ominously a little ways away from them. A glance behind him and he saw the store clerk - shit. This was fine, nothing he couldn't handle, but his friend would no longer be blissfully ignorant about the dangers that were lurking around her.

"Yo!"

Suguru's shoulders visibly relaxed. The grip on her waist loosened as he waved at Gojo Satoru. The girl's smile widened into something more joyful as she wrapped her arms around Satoru's torso, pulling him into a warm hug.

Satoru rested his head on top of hers as he always did now and only kept one arm around her, but still hugged her close to his chest.

"You're back early," Suguru raised his fist and Satoru fist bumped him in greeting.

Satoru grinned, "It was easy peasy."

She peered her head up from his chest with the warmest smile, "So you're not hurt?"

"Nah," Satoru placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "nothing can touch me."

But Suguru was the flicker in his best friend's eyes, not much concern for himself, but for her, and Suguru knew why Satoru had come back early and why he had no doubt finished his mission as quickly as possible; Satoru had seen the store clerk for what he truly was through her eyes.

Suguru remembered the time, he had asked Satoru, if closing his eyes would leave him vulnerable. Satoru had smirked and smugly said:

"Nope, my six eyes work just fine. It just takes a little more focus."

Satoru's smugness was all Suguru needed to know that it took no effort at all to do what he does when he looks through her eyes, especially when he does it constantly.

Suguru casted his gaze back in front of him, the woman was gone and he could no longer sense the store clerk.

Of course, they were gone. One thing was fighting Geto Suguru, it was another fighting Gojo Satoru.

She tip-toed and kissed Satoru's cheek.

Suguru smirked, "I thought you two weren't dating?"

She turned pink, "We're not."

"Yet," Satoru added with a smug smile.

After they dropped her off home and Satoru begrudgingly let her go, (Suguru didn't know why he was pouting so much seeing as he was most likely going to see her tonight) Satoru pout widened into a grin.

"I have a plan."

Suguru let out a hearty laugh when he explained what his plan was - Operation: Love Quest.

Oh, he couldn't wait to tell Shoko.

Feb. 12, 2007

' ' i have known it all this time ' '

Valentine's Day was approaching and Suguru was now a victim of Satoru's incessant shopping sprees. Nothing was too much for his soulmate, he needed to get her everything.

Flowers (she liked pink peonies the most, Suguru learned recently), chocolates, sweets, dresses, jewelry, more sweets, and god knew what else.

"You've gotten her enough," Suguru yawned sleepily, "don't you think?"

Satoru was looking at a simple princess cut diamond ring, scratching his head.

Suguru playfully shoved him, "And it's a little too soon for an engagement ring."

Satoru tilted his head toward him with a frown and was slightly offended, "I would never get her a 0.10 carat diamond for an engagement ring," he grumbled, "It's far too small."

Suguru leaned against the glass counter, "I get this is your Valentine's with her, but you're over doing it just get her something you know she'll like."

"What type of girl doesn't like diamonds?"

"The type that'll feel bad when you get her a mountain of presents, when she only got you like three." Suguru said, "Not everyone has generational wealth to sustain them."

Satoru's pointed look softened as he smiled widely, "She got me three?"

Shit, Suguru wasn't supposed to tell him, "Yes, and I'm not telling you more."

"That must mean she really likes me, huh," Satoru's eyes glittered brighter than any precious stone in the store, "as the best boyfriend ever I have to at least get her twice as that."

"You already have." Suguru sighed, "Triple, I'd say."

Satoru ignored him, "Yo, sir! Sir! Sir!" He tapped the glass annoyingly, "That one!"

The jeweler smiled, "What size?"

"Shit, I don't know her ring size."

Satoru turned Suguru and before he could say anything, Suguru had slid his phone open and called her.

She answered at the second ring, "What's up?"

"You free right now?"

"Yeah."

Satoru started whispering, "Don't tell her to meet you here."

Suguru pushed his face away from his and gave her a meeting time.

The jeweler gave him a ring size measurer and with that Suguru left to meet her.

When she wasn't looking he would look at her fingers and take out the measure trying to gauge which size it was after careful deliberation, be concluded a size 5.

After an hour or so, she had to leave - something about an essay and homework she had to work on before Valentine's Day.

Suguru sent one of his curses with her to make sure she got home safe.

Satoru berated him when he got back, "What size?"

"Five," Suguru handed the measure back to the jeweler.

"That one," Satoru grinned out and then dragged Suguru to another shop.

It was going to be a long day of shopping again.

Apr. 4, 2007

' ' oh, holding my breath ' '

Shoko had stolen ______ for the day, claiming she needed a break from Satoru.

"You're beyond clingy," Shoko said, "Don't want her breaking up with you because you never gave her space right?"

Satoru's eyes widened, "Did she tell you that?"

Shoko being Shoko, said, "Maybe."

So there Satoru was fighting the urge to call or text his soulmate.

"Shoko was lying, right?" He asked Suguru, "Ain't no way, she wants to break up with me, right?"

Suguru drank his hot tea, "I'm sure she was just joking."

Or maybe she wasn't, but Suguru didn't want to tell Satoru what ______ had told him in private.

It wasn't that she didn't like him anymore, it was the incessant thoughts in her mind. Thoughts she couldn't push away any longer and as much as she cared for Satoru, he would never understand. Suguru would do though, he always understood.

She had been nervous at first, texting him to meet with him privately at a cafe without Satoru knowing, he was out on a mission anyway, he was focusing his six eyes on finding the curse, instead of closing his eyes to see where she was, but in the end, she faced up, after Suguru coaxed it out of her with soft smiles and a promise not to laugh.

"You have to promise again, not to laugh," She said.

He wanted to laugh now, but he knew she would shut down if he did, "I promised already."

"Again."

"Alright," pressed his lips together to keep himself from chuckling, "I promise, will you tell me now?"

She wondered a lot about how she should phrase it. Worthy? Good enough? Holding him back? Which word encapsulated what she felt when she saw a curse through Satoru's eyes, but could never see them on her own.

Worthless was the word she was looking for, she realized that a few weeks ago.

She bit the inside of her cheek, Suguru would for sure tell Satoru, if she started the conversation like this, so instead, she said, "It's not a problem, is it that I'm not a sorcerer," she played with the straw in her drink, "or that I can't see curses - I mean -"

Suguru stopped her before she could get in any farther, "Satoru was an idiot when he said that." Suguru smiled in the way that made everyone feel accepted, "He never meant any of that."

Yes, he did. At the time they both knew that he did, but she didn't say anything.

"Things are different now," Suguru scooted his chair closer to hers, "Satoru cares about you a lot, I know he does." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and rubbed soothing circles on her, "He'd throttle even me if it meant to keep you safe."

And Suguru was proud of him. His best friend was finally turning into the person he knew he could become - he was still annoying and arrogant, but he was no longer cruel and dismissive of others.

She let out a laugh, "I don't think he would go that far."

"I do," Suguru said firmly. "A lot of people can't see curses or jujutsu, it's not something to be ashamed of and Satoru has enough cursed energy and strength for the both of you."

She shook her head, "And when he's not here?" She looked at Suguru, "What then? I'm not stupid, you know, I may not be able to see curses, but I know whenever Satoru shows up randomly or when you show up to walk me all the way home - It's for a reason." She crossed her arms, "Shoko does it too, but she has a better poker face."

Suguru should've known that she knew. It had been months, it would've been odd if she hadn't noticed their overprotectiveness from even Shoko.

"You're our friend, ______," Suguru said, "we just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know. It's just -" She let out a long breath.

"Frustrating?"

She nodded, and then a bashful look, "Promise, you won't tell Satoru?"

Suguru smiled again, "I promise, but I do think you should talk about it with him." He drank some of his tea, "I'm sure he'll listen if it's coming from you."

But until then, Suguru was there to listen. Sometimes all someone needed was a friend.

Satoru's voice brought him back to the present, "She hasn't said anything to you right?"

Suguru rolled his eyes at him, "She's not going to break up with you."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Satoru," Suguru warned, "she's probably just stressed. Exams are coming up, aren't they?"

Satoru nodded, "Yeah..." He pulled out his phone from pocket and flipped it open as a smile graced his lips, "I'll help her study after she's done hanging out with that traitor that should relieve some of her stress."

Suguru doubted that would help since exams weren't what was plaguing her mind, but other more complicated things. If it got too far, he would tell Satoru. He might get punched in the face or a reversal Red shot at him, but it would be for the best.

Jul. 24, 2007

' ' something keeps me holding on to nothing ' '

Satoru had punched him in the face when Suguru told him. All this time Suguru knew why she was acting weird, he had known for months and he hadn't told him. It would've been different if she had told Shoko and Shoko didn't tell him, but Suguru? Suguru who was always supposed to have his back - it was betrayal.

Satoru put up two fingers and almost chanted: Curse Technique Reversal: Red, but stopped himself.

"Is she still talking to you about it?" He gritted out.

"No," Suguru rubbed his swollen cheek, "she wanted to tell you herself, but I think she's scared to bring it up."

Scared? Why would she be scared of bringing something like this up to Satoru? He was her boyfriend, her soulmate - she shouldn't have, had to feel scared to tell him anything. He would have listened, he promised to himself that night when he was all bloody that he would.

"I promised I wouldn't say anything," Suguru said, "but you two do need to talk about it."

Satoru ran his hand through his soft white hair and closed his eyes. He frowned when he saw her writing an essay down on a piece of paper - she was home.

Suguru spoke up again, "Do you want to hit me again?"

Satoru sighed and opened his eyes to look at his best friend, "No," he fixed his glasses, "just don't keep something that important from me again."

Satoru warped away, no doubt to talk to his soulmate. Suguru only hoped he had told him in time, before more damage could be done for his friends.

It was night when Yaga had knocked on Suguru's door.

"Where's Satoru?" Yaga gruffed out, "He hasn't been here all day."

Suguru always covered for him and he wasn't going to stop now, "He went for some sweets, you know how he gets."

Yaga shook his head, not believing a word that came out of Suguru's mouth, but he left anyway.

Suguru looked at his phone and thought about calling Satoru, but shook his head. He probably wasn't coming back til later, so Suguru fell asleep instead.

He woke up at noon with a grinning Satoru at the foot of his bed instead.

Suguru blinked as he assessed him, at least he didn't look heartbroken, instead overjoyed and a little smug. Satoru's snowy white hair was a mess as if someone had raked their hands through it roughly, his glasses were askew, and his lips were swollen and smudged with pink lip gloss smearing across cheek to his neck as his neck had deep red and purple marks that shaped into a heart, and his clothes looked a mess.

Suguru chuckled, "I take it things went well?"

"She said she loves me," Satoru squeaked out in glee.

Suguru pulled his long black hair back, "And?"

Satoru's grin had softened, yet it stayed plastered on his face, "I said I love her too."

Suguru pointed at hickeys that shaped into a heart, "That's all?"

"We had sex," then, Satoru playfully shook his head and sang lowly, "No, we made love."

Suguru almost vomited at that, "Go take a shower lover boy."

Satoru walked backwards as he skipped happily into his dorm room and yelled, "I am a lover boy!"

Sept. 2007

' ' come on, don't leave me like this ' '

She had just finished mopping the bakery's floor when Suguru came in, his long hair was down with only a small bun tying some of the more unruly parts of his hair.

She waved at him, "What's up, Geto?"

His smile wavered when he saw her like this was the first time he had seen her.

"Is something wrong, Geto?"

"Yes actually," Suguru frowned, "I want to talk to you."

She dropped the mop in the bucket and wiped her hands on her apron, "What is it? What happened?"

Maybe, she should text Satoru - No, he was there for her a couple of months ago, she should be here for him now.

"I think you were right before," Suguru pocketed his hands, "about it being a problem - you not being a sorcerer."

"What are you saying?"

Suguru ignored her, "I think you weren't saying the right words before," his eyes told and black, "instead of a problem, I think you meant a pest, a worthless one."

Her eyes widened, "Geto -"

Suguru's eyes hardened into a glare, "Don't interrupt me," he paused for a second like he was about to add something else, but stopped himself, before continuing, "all this time you were worrying that you were holding Satoru back, you were right."

Tears welled in her eyes, "I told you all of that in confidence." She flinched back when Suguru took a step toward her, "You're my friend."

"I was never really your friend," Suguru spat out, "I realized that I only ever really tolerated you for Satoru."

"Stop," she whispered putting her hands up as if she could stop his words from reaching her, "just stop it. Satoru and I talked about this already - he loves me."

She blinked her tears away. If this is how Suguru truly felt, then he wasn't allowed to see her vulnerable, only Satoru and people she trusted were allowed to.

Suguru stalked up to her, until she was backed up against a wall. She quickly flinched to the side when Suguru's hand shot up to the empty space behind her and for a second, she heard something squirming and writhing in his hand.

Suguru gave her one last cold look before purple blood splattered on the walls, "This is the last time I save you, ______."

' ' i can't turn back now, i'm haunted ' '

Gojo: You really hurt her feelings and she's been crying non-stop -

Geto: Womp-Womp

Gojo: Did you just FUCKING say womp-womp?!

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Gojo + can you carry me to bed or whatever 😒😒😒😒

[sure i'll do it or whatever 🙄🙄🙄 enjoy or whatever 😒😒😒 i'm just kidding i love you so much]

Soft music danced through the crisp night air of your patio. The stars twinkled in the night sky, and the breeze was light enough to tickle your skin, yet not make it shiver.

But nothing about the beautiful night or the full moon that occupied its infinite void could take your eyes off from the one and only Gojo Satoru, the man who currently had you in his arms, swaying side to side to the soft melody.

He was the cause of you being in this situation, taking you out on a date all of today that spanned from the moment you woke up to the present. It had honestly left you exhausted, but the memories made today was worth far more than any money you could've made if you hadn't taken off.

Now though? You laid against your lover's firm yet comforting chest as he had his arms wrapped around your lower back, resting his chin on your head as the two of you wound down from the energetic day.

"Y'tired, princess?"

"Mhmm." You nodded against his clothed skin, hands curling gently into his shirt as he continued to leisurely oscillate you from side to side. "Very. Today was a good day, Toru. Thank you, baby." Your words were barely more than a mumble, and you could feel yourself on the verge of slipping into wonderland as you were encompassed in his familiar scent. A scent of remaining cologne, unadulterated love and possessive protection.

Gojo's lips pressed against the crown of your head, keeping contact with your hair as he inhaled the familiar and comforting scent of your shampoo, his own version of grounding himself at the moment just as you were doing to him. "Never gotta thank me. You know I'd do this all day every day if I could."

A mix of chuckles, soft yet just as joyful as they were when loud and boisterous during the whole day.

"Alright, darling. Let's head to bed, yeah? Y'could barely keep your eyes open."

You merely hum in his hold, nuzzling further into him, tugging him closer when he tried pulling back. "No." You mumbled, and he swore that it was the cutest sound that he's ever heard from you. "Can..."

"Can...?" A hand rubbed its way up and down your back, a soothing motion that had you somehow falling into a deeper puddle against him.

"Can you carry me to bed? Please?" You stared up at him then, doe eyes shining in the moonlight.

"Now how could I refuse a request from my princess, hm? Of course I will. C'mere." Without giving you any warning, Gojo bends down and hoists you up, arms underneath your knees and upper back. "Gotta carry the love of my life like how she deserves, no?" With a nuzzle against the crook of your neck in response to your whines, he sets off to go inside your home, sliding the patio door shut with the tips of his fingers.

"Alrighty. Let's put the angel to bed." He sang, quickly making his way to the bedroom and setting you onto the soft mattress, sliding into the sheets with you soon after as you curled up to your side, immediately tangling your legs with his. Your hands fisted his shirt once more, finding their rightful place by his heart.

Eyes fluttering shut, they could no longer put effort to keep them open as you were once more surrounded in darkness, the feeling of your lover's body being the only light you needed. Sighing in satisfaction, you gave him one last kiss on his lips before mumbling. "Love you, Toru..."

Gojo chuckled lowly, amused at your softness when it came to him, and heartfelt at your nightly confession of love.

"I love you more, princess. Goodnight."

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I wanted to ask enemies to lovers with gojo, where he and reader are not exactly opposite they are actually very similar, but one time gojo made a bad joke (he didn't realize he offended reader) and since then reader hates him (imagine reader making jokes and being funny in general and then gojo enters the room and reader's smile dies he would get so frustrated😭😭) gojo approaches reader one day and asks why she hates him so much and they resolve it with gojo asking her for dinner

❦ grinning so hard. ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS MY FAVE WITH GOJO. tysm for this anon✋ PLS I HOPE YOU LIKE IT🫶

You hate his guts.

You hate everything about him. His stupid hair that always lays so perfectly, his stupid pretty eyes that are so full of life, his stupid mouth that's always moving and saying something stupid that makes the whole room groan in annoyance—yeah, you hate Satoru Gojo with a passion.

... Until the times that you don't. These moments, these rare, fleeting moments, where he'll stare at you until you meet his gaze, then flash you the dumbest grin and cheesiest thumbs up, like everything's all right in the world.

Like he didn't ruin your friendship with that stupid joke.

Thing is, it's like he didn't even notice. He's still as clingy as ever, despite the sharp looks you throw at him and the harsh words you cut him with. He's unbothered and careless—or just dumb and oblivious.

At least today, you've yet to have the displeasure of running into him. Whatever he's been up to, it's kept him out of your hair, so you're in a better mood than you've been in for weeks.

Sitting at the table across from you, Shoko lazily stirs her drink with her straw, cheek rested against her hand as she listens to you speak. There's a small smile on her face as her eyes dance with amusement.

"... Anyway, so I kicked him in the shin," you say with a roll of your eyes, hand absentmindedly resting atop your own drink. "And bro still had the audacity to insist that wearing socks with sandals is peak fashion." You let out a laugh, amused at the memory.

Shoko hums to herself, lips curving up even more as her eyes narrow a bit in an appraising look. "Gojo just loves torturing you, I guess."

"Yeah-" You pause. Gojo? When had he-

Oh. You were so caught up in your storytelling that you hadn't even registered that the topic changed to Satoru. And you were the one that brought him up.

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit and your back goes rigid, but you try to brush the reaction off with a bitter scoff as you take a nervous sip of your drink. "Yeah, he's an asshole."

You're supposed to hate that guy. So how do you somehow always manage to think about him? To talk about him?

"Mhm." Shoko doesn't even try to hide her smirk. But, being the great friend she is, she doesn't press the matter. "Anyway, you gonna finish that?"

You blink as she points to the full cup in your hand. By now, it's watered down, a testament to your nonstop talking. "Huh? Yes!" you insist before stuffing the straw into your mouth and basically inhaling as much as possible.

Just then, Nanami walks by, a newspaper held at his side as he pauses and glances at you, then blinks a few times. "It's a wonder you're still alive, (Y/n)." And with that, he's walking away.

A few seconds of silence hang in the air before you and Shoko fall into laughter. Your drink almost bursts out of your mouth, a few stray droplets spilling from your lips as you fight back giggles.

"What, are you ladies that shocked by my gorgeous looks?"

Both your eyes snap to the doorway, where Gojo is peering at you both (mainly you) over his casual sunglasses. He's forced himself into a pose he would think is sexy but to you looks unnatural and outrageous.

Your smile drops, your good mood gone in an instant. "I didn't even see you there, Gojo." Grabbing a napkin to wipe your mouth, you miss the way his expression falls, his cocky grin dropping to a frustrated pout.

"C'monnn, (Y/n)," he whines dramatically as he drags himself over to the table, throwing himself into the seat next to you. "You're always so mean to me." He leans his head onto the table, his cheek pressing into the wood as he stares up at you with that same pout.

Despite the stupid way your heart thuds against your chest, you avoid his gaze and cross your arms over your chest. "I'm not being mean, just being honest."

Gojo's glasses slide down his nose from the awkward angle, but he doesn't even bother fixing it. "You know I love yyoouuuu~"

Shoko watches the interaction with a quirked brow, her eyes darting between you and Gojo. "Aww, (Y/n)," she says with a fake expression of sympathy, "poor little Satoru looks like a kicked puppy."

Ignoring her teasing, you slide your chair back and move to your feet. As you gather your stuff, you try not to think about how you can still feel Gojo's gaze on your back. "I'll call you later, Shoko. I just remembered I have things to do."

Gojo's eyes follow you as you leave the room, his eyes duller than usual. Shoko leans back in her chair with her lips pursed, unsure of what to say that could console the poor man.

To her surprise, he speaks up first, "Am I that bad?" His tone was lighthearted, but she could see the hurt hiding in his expression.

Shoko tilted her head up toward the ceiling as silence followed, slowly but surely drowning out the tension left from yours and Gojo's interaction.

...

"Have you tried putting her in rice?"

"... Y'know, Shoko, that's not a bad idea."

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But despite the jokes, Gojo knows there's something seriously wrong. He can't tell if it's just you, or if it's something he did, but he's determined to find out. He's been killing himself for the past few weeks just trying to get you to laugh or crack a smile at him, but to no avail.

He's tired. Exhausted, even. But he can't bring himself to be angry with you, even as his chest burns with frustration.

So he decides to put his pride aside for now. Just this once. Just for you.

"Gojo, please move."

His tall frame towers over you, one of his arms leaned against the doorway to cage you in as his intense eyes stare you down from behind his blindfold.

"Seriously, you can't just show up at my apartment and—"

"What happened?" he cuts you off, his tone more serious than you're used to, so you're caught off guard for a moment.

"What?"

A heavy sigh leaves him and he straightens up, but doesn't move away. "We're friends, aren't we?"

You feel your heart get lodged in your throat. "What are you going on about now?"

"Just-" He takes a step closer, right into your space, his fingers hooking over the top of his blindfold before tugging it down to properly look at you. His white hair falls over his eyes, but they still peer into yours with a desperation you've never seen in them before. "Talk to me. What happened between us?"

Your mouth falls open, a pathetic excuse for response leaving your lips as a stutter. "Are you serious?"

Frustrated beyond belief with his ignorance, you take a step back away from him. "You are serious... You really don't know? You don't even remember?" You hate how you choke up—hate how the memory brings a painful ache to your throat even now.

He falters, but it only lasts for a split second. "Did I do something wrong?"

You let out a sigh of disbelief and grab the side of your door, intending on shutting it on him. "I'm too tired for this-"

But he stops it with a single hand, not wavering for a moment. "Talk to me."

You can tell Gojo is racking his brain for any time he might have hurt you or made you angry, but from the look on his face, he's coming up empty.

"Figures," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you turn away from him so you can hide the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "Do you remember the mission I went on a few months ago, when I got hurt facing that special grade?"

It's a few moments before Gojo answers, his voice soft, "Of course I do."

"And remember, you visited me at Shoko's because I was injured?"

"Yeah, but, (Y/n)-"

"Remember how you told me, 'If you had half my strength, you wouldn't have struggled so much. Maybe then you'd get less scars and more compliments', or something fucking stupid like that." You dare to let yourself sniffle, betraying the effect his words had on you back then. "Do you know how much I think about that, Gojo? Did you even realize how hurtful that was, or did you care?"

His footsteps are nearly silent as they near you from behind. "You laughed about it. How could I have?" His words are heavy, but you don't let it sway you.

His neck is bent down towards your shorter height, his eyes cast low to the ground. How long has he been standing there? His fingers curl and uncurl at his sides, unsure of whether to reach out to you or remain where they are. His nose is inches from your own, your breaths mingling. His lips part slightly—stop focusing on his mouth—because it's obvious he's unsure if there's anything he can say that can fix this.

You can only laugh bitterly with a shake of your head. "I don't know, how about using your brain for once? You might not believe me, Gojo, but some people actually have feelings."

He doesn't say anything, but the tension in the room weighs down on you, making your body feel heavy, hard to move.

His silence only stokes the fire in your heart. "This is the one time I actually want you to say something, Gojo." You spin around to face him, mouth opening to shoot something else at him, but your words die on your tongue, because he's so close.

Despite the small tremble in your lips, you find the courage to ask, "Just... why would you say something like that, Satoru?" Your words come out in a shaky breath, your anger giving way to the hurt you've been forcing back.

His forehead meets yours, a gentle show of affection even when his eyes can't meet yours. His voice is small as he says, "I just thought you were beyond getting hurt by my stupid jokes. I've always seen you as untouchable, y'know? I... I dunno."

You don't say anything. You find you have nothing you can say. You want to be mad, want to hit him and kick him and kiss him all at once. No one's ever made you feel so infuriated yet so giddy at the same time. His ignorance has been the fuel for your bitterness for so long, but now he knows, and he's not brushing it off like he thinks you're stupid. He's standing right here, ashamed and guilty and so, so gentle.

Finally, his eyes meet yours. "You've always just been so strong to me, (Y/n). But I guess it's my mistake, assuming you'd always see yourself the same way I see you." With his words hanging in the air, he brings a hand up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face. His fingers linger on your cheek.

Your heart skips a beat, from his closeness to the way he's speaking, the way his eyes stay on yours as you struggle to do the same. You find your voice after a solid few seconds. "I just thought you looked down on me," you admit with a pathetic laugh.

He presses closer to you, his hand sliding from your cheek to the side of your neck. "Never."

Finally melting under the weight of his loving gaze, you lean into his touch as your eyes slide away. "... Oh."

Gojo cracks a small grin. "That's it? 'Oh'?"

His face finds your neck, his smiling lips tickling your skin. "Maybe. But I'm also hungry. So whaddya say I make things up to you with a nice dinner? My treat, of course."

"I'll kick you again." But you press against him with your arms wrapped around his middle, your face hidden away in his broad chest. Your threatening words are a sharp contrast to the way you're holding onto him now.

He doesn't hesitate to respond to the hug, his arms wrapping around you, fitting your body against his with ease. His chin rests against the top of your head after he leaves a lingering kiss on it.

"Sorry I was mean to you," you murmur after a moment, your words muffled by his shirt.

He chuckles softly, a deep sound that makes your tummy flutter. "Nah, I deserved it. Besides, it was kinda hot."

"You're an idiot."

The weight of the past two months easily melts away thanks to his warmth, and the way his arms cage you in so protectively. You can't help but grin. "That sounds perfect."