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"We're safe, see?"

I'm writing this both to cope with reading the Megumi vessel arc and some personal loss going on in my real life right now. It's purely self indulgent and my target audience is me alone so please don't come at me for any of the characters being OOC lol. Also it's a self insert because I'm long past caring about it being cringe or whatever. This idea has been rotating in my mind like a gas station hot dog, I just have to get it out by posting it. Note: Satoru and Megumi call me by my first name, Nobara calls me by my self insert's last name+the honorific 'chan', and Yuji calls me my self insert's last name+sensei. I made sure to do proper research on this so that I'm not doing weeb shit and screwing up the language.

Word Count: ~ 3.2k

Summary: I have a nightmare about the first-years dying, so Gojo brings them over to our house to reassure me they're safe. After Itadori and Kugisaki leave, Megumi stays behind to tell Gojo and I that he appreciates us raising him after his dad 'disappears'.

Every history book on the Heian era I'd ever read failed to convey how terrifying Sukuna's true form was. No words could describe the overwhelming power radiating off him, the helplessness that froze my limbs and dammed the flow of my cursed energy. My feet dangled in the air as I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Sukuna's bottom pair of arms held me captive against his chest, but what distressed me most was his free hands and what they were pointing at.

Megumi. Yuji. Nobara. My beloved first year students stood before us in fighting stances. I didn't understand how Yuji could be here with Sukuna physically manifested; figuring that out was the least of my worries right now. My voice tremored as I ordered, "Run, you three! I'll do my best to stay alive until you bring Gojo-sensei back to help me!"

"Like hell we'd leave you!" Yuji yelled. I could tell he was forcing a brave act— the usual courageous gleam in his eyes was gone.

"Even Sukuna would have to let you go with three sorcerers going at him at once," Nobara declared.

Only Megumi remained silent. Having known me the longest, he knew I would rather die than have them get hurt for my sake. And yet his hands were set to summon his Divine Dog. I decided to use a soft tone instead of my teacher voice in hopes of getting through their thick skulls. "Please, kids, you'll get slaughtered." Although it wasn't the first time I'd told them they'd lose a fight, I'd never said it so harshly before.

Sukuna found my begging entertaining. "You really love them, don't you? Do you tell them that to their faces?"

Something was off about the way he phrased that. He talked as if they weren't actually there; it made me question the situation. Is he messing with my senses? Does he have the ability to make me hallucinate? I wondered. Even if it was just a figment of my imagination, I had to treat it like they really were here so that they wouldn't get hurt.

"I do love them. That's why I want them to get far away from you."

Yuji, ever the impatient one, charged first. He only took two steps before Sukuna flicked one of his hands, saying, "Cleave."

I screamed as the boy's uniform bloomed red with blood. Megumi and Nobara didn't even have time to call out his name; jagged cuts slashed their stomachs wide open. My wails of agony were cut off by a spew of stomach acid erupting from my mouth. It's been years since the last time gore made me throw up! What is wrong with me? Get a hold of yourself! I turned away from the horrible sight with my hands poised, aiming to claw out Sukuna's eyes.

He caught my hands easily. No matter how hard I tried to break free, his black nails stayed buried in my wrists. Writhing in his hold only served to wear me out. My vision was starting to blur; I couldn't stop screaming no matter how much my vocal cords begged me to.

Sukuna opened his mouth, probably to mock me for being weak, but the voice that came out perplexed me enough to shut up. Satoru's voice came from his lips, saying, "Lauren. Lauren! Wake up!"

Suddenly I was no longer standing in the ruins of a temple, watching my students' blood seeping into the wooden floorboards. I was in my bed, and the arms enclosing me didn't belong to the King of Curses— it was Satoru holding me.

"Thank God you're awake! You were screaming bloody murder and scratching at my Infinity," Satoru whispered. He started pushing my sweaty hair out of my face, touching me delicately like he was afraid I'd start freaking out again. "What were you dreaming?"

Guilt formed a lump in my throat; I would've hurt him if it wasn't for his cursed technique. Logically I knew he kept his Limitless going automatically — and that it was capable of letting him touch me without me touching him — but my brain was too frazzled for rational thoughts right now. I bowed my head and said, "I'm so sorry, Toru! If your defense hadn't stopped me, I would've hurt you!"

"But it did hold up, so don't feel bad. Please tell me what happened, sweetheart."

I heaved a sigh. Satoru never let things go, so I relented. "I had a nightmare that Sukuna got to our kids. Like, Heian form Sukuna with the four arms and double face." The sight of their massacered bodies flashed through my mind, sending a shudder through my exhaused body.

His face scrunched up in a mix of concern and anger. He cursed Sukuna under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear. Then, with the softness he reserved just for me, he responded, "As long as I'm around, nothing will harm our students. I swear on my life to keep them safe."

"I wish we lived in a world where you don't have to say stuff like that..."

"Hopefully someday we'll make that wish-"

"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm really hot. Can we sit up?" Part of me wanted to lay in his protection forever, but the bigger part of me was unbearably clammy.

He reluctantly let me go so we could sit up and get out of the covers. He laced our fingers together, ignoring how gross my skin probably felt. He continued, "Hopefully our efforts to make a new world will bear fruit soon. We'll eradicate all curses, end global warming, and retire at fifty."

"That last goal makes you sound like Nanamin." His optimistic declaration brought a small smile to my face.

"He's a good man to sound like. Big world-changing plans aside, what can I do to help you in this moment?"

Satoru's consideration made my heart swell. When we first started dating, he was emotionally immature. As our relationship progressed, he learned how to handle both his and others' feelings — Megumi's presence in his life also contributed to his growth. Moments like this, when I needed comforting, proved just how far he's come. "I want to shower and put on clean PJs. Can you change the sheets while I do that?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a salute.

We both got moving to start our respective tasks. I picked a pair of striped PJ pants and one of Satoru's old shirts to change into. Clothes in hand, I entered the master bathroom. I stripped quickly, already feeling relieved by the air hitting my bare skin. The sound of running water eased the anxiety pounding against my skull; the cold temperature cooled down my overheated frame.

I listened to the sound of Satoru rustling about in the background while I washed my hair. He must've finished making the bed pretty fast, because the room was quiet again by the time I was finished scrubbing my body. Eager to go back to sleep, I finished the rest of my shower process quickly.

I expected Satoru to be sitting on the bed waiting for me, but the bedroom was empty. I said, "Satoru?" But I received no answer, which meant he wasn't in the closet. Assuming he must've gone to the kitchen or something, I repeated myself a little louder. Still no answer.

The light in the hallway connecting our bedroom to the livingroom was on, telling me he'd definitely come this way. I expected him to be sitting on the livingroom couch or rummaging through the pantry for a snack.

Instead I was met with a Post-It note stuck to the front door that read: Don't panic, I just went to the dorms to get the kids. We'll be over in a jiffy. Love you, -xoxo, Toru.

I'm going to smack him when he gets back. I fussed at him constantly for not letting the first years get enough rest, and there he went waking them up in the middle of the night just because my defective brain convinced me they'd been attacked. Since our house was on campus, just a few yards from the student dorms, I figured they'd be here any minute.

I was right. Megumi was first to stumble in through the front door. His disheveled bedhead made his hair wilder than usual, and he was wearing mismatched slippers. Nobara came in next; it was incredibly obvious she was pissed to be dragged out of bed. Her expression got mildly less sour when she made eye contact with me, but she still looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. Last but not least, Yuji filed in with Satoru on his heels.

My motherly side (a part of me that I tried to ignore, because that's unprofessional) was relieved they were here. I reminded myself that it was selfish to disrupt their sleep for my personal need to see them. I said, "Satoru, what were you thinking? I get onto you all the time for not letting them get enough rest! They may be powerful sorcerers, but they're still growing children! Growing children need eight hours of sleep."

I could tell my nagging went in one ear and out the other, because he just grinned at me and replied, "I believe what you're supposed to say is, 'Oh Toru, thank you so much! You're the best boyfriend ever, Toru!'"

"Well, as much as I hate to be selfish, I am glad to see you guys. Did he tell you about the dream?" I addressed the kids, ignoring Satoru's dramatics.

"Nah, he just yoinked me from my bed and told me you needed all of us," Yuji answered, sitting down in his favorite chair.

"He made it sound like you were dying," Nobara grumbled. She too got comfortable, sinking down into her preferred spot on the couch.

Megumi sat to the left of me, leaving Satoru to take the spot at my right. The former was staring at me with an intensely worried expression.

"Whatever you're thinking, Gumi Bear, out with it." I returned his gaze with equal intensity.

"Did you have a nightmare...about us dying?"

Such a perceptive boy. "Yeah. It sucked."

Nobara perked up a little, curiosity giving her a slight energy boost. Leaning towards you, she asked, "What killed us?"

I tried my hardest not to look at Yuji. I couldn't answer that question in front of him; it would make him feel guilty. "Does it matter? It didn't happen. You're sitting here in one piece, that's the important thing."

"Come on, Prior-sensei, we want to know!" Yuji chimed in.

Him and Nobara were looking at me with puppy-dog eyes. Damn them for being so hard to deny. Through gritted teeth, I confessed, "Heian form Sukuna.

Yuji's face immediately fell; he looked like I just punched him in the gut. To make matters worse, Sukuna's mouth appeared on his cheek. The smug bastard that I hated so much said, "How flattering that you dream about me! Wouldn't it be wonderful if I took control of this brat's body and had some fun with you?"

Bile rose in my throat at the mere thought of it. Satoru's hand landed on my thigh, squeezing it possessively. Just when I thought the tense silence would suffocate us all, Sukuna laughed. "Your emotions are so easy to play with. Both you and this loser I'm forced to share a body with."

Yuji slapped his cheek. "Piss off, parasite."

The mouth faded away, returning his skin to normal, although he was blushing fiercely. Seeing him so uncomfortable tugged at my heartstrings, so I got up to pat his back. "Don't be embarrassed, Yuji. It's not your fault he says stuff like that."

"But it is though! I should be able to stifle him by now."

"Has he fully switched with you since he fixed your heart? Has he killed anyone since then?"

"Well, no, but-"

"I'm not finished yet. Don't interrupt me when I'm lecturing you. You have control over him in the ways that it truly matters, so don't beat yourself up for not preventing him yapping. Do you understand me?"

His expression lost its harshness, so I think my assurance helped him calm down. He was able to look at me properly when he replied, "Crystal clear, Sensei."

"Good. Thank you." I ruffled his hair. Then I turned to Nobara, seeking her consent to give her a hug. "Since you got dragged here to comfort me, can I hug you? I understand if that's a boundary you don't want me to cross. Please don't feel pressured to say yes."

"Of course you can hug me, Prior-chan."

I leaned down to meet her so that she didn't have to get up from her comfy position. Holding onto her helped ground me in reality, reassured me that she really was okay. Honestly, I was so relieved a few tears slipped out.

After a few minutes, I pulled away. I wanted to hold Megumi too, but I knew he preferred not to be touched. Which is why I was schocked when he said, "Lauren, I'd like one as well."

As happy as that made me to hear, I hesitated. "You don't like physical touch, Megumi. You don't have to make yourself uncomfortable for my sake."

"It's tolerable sometimes, especially from someone who raised me." He said that last part quietly, intending his friends not to hear it.

Fully crying now, I embraced him. I felt like I didn't have the right to say this to him, but after ten years of helping Satoru take care of him (and Tsumiki), I considered him my son. I was starting to feel maternal love for the other first-years as well. Although it was slightly strange to ask, I said, "Nobara, Yuji. Can we have a group huddle? I think I'd be more at ease to have all of my kids in my bubble."

They obliged without complaint. I managed to encircle all three of them, paying no mind to the strain it put on my joints. Satoru joined in; his arms were long enough to wrap around all of us once we squished together a little bit. My heart was so full of love, I wondered if it would burst. How could three baby sorcerers I shared no blood with come to mean so much to me so quickly?

His voice was a tad muffled since his face was smushed into Megumi's shoulder, but Yuji said, "We're safe, see?"

A scene from the dream flashed in my mind; I focused on the textures of their clothes and the sound of their breathing to dispel it. My ear was closest to Nobara's heart, its steady rhythm further anchoring me to reality. I murmured, "Yes, thank heavens you're all here with me. Thank you for caring enough about me to support me."

"It's nothing compared to all you do for us," Megumi said.

A comfortable silence settled on us after that. I could've spent eternity in the tranquility of that moment, but I knew we all needed to return to bed. I extracted myself with a sigh, "Okay, kids, back to your dorms you go. Training's gonna suck tomorrow if you don't get a few extra hours of snoozing."

"Aw come on, can't we take the day off tomorrow?" Nobara said.

"Don't look at me, I'm just an auxilary teacher. That decision is up to your main professor Gojo."

"You're a semi-grade two, not the auxilary staff," Megumi deadpanned. He didn't like it when I sold myself short.

"Tomato, tomato." I waved my hand dismissively. "I love you all, but shoo. Rest your sweet little heads so you can face whatever devious nonsense my crazy man has planned for you tomorrow."

"All the best sorcerers are crazy," Satoru quipped. He was reluctant to let them go, but the look in my eye told him there'd be no arguing. "She's right though, younglings. Off you go!"

Yuji and Nobara squeezed me one last time before they left, wishing us a goodnight. Megumi didn't follow after them, though. Once he was sure they were out of earshot, he said, "When I said 'all you do for us,' I left out the words I didn't want to say in front of Itadori and Kugisaki. 'Especially for me' is what I held back. You've taken care of me my whole life. I remember you as my mom more than my birth mother at this point, honestly."

He looked like saying it pained him, like being vulnerable was a huge struggle for him. All throughout his childhood, he'd been a boy of few words. Knowing he felt secure enough now to share those feelings with me was a huge affirmation that I'd at least had a little positive influence on his character. I ruffled his hair with a warm smile. "I'm glad you said that, 'cause I've thought about you as my son for a while now. I've never told you 'cause I didn't wanna overstep my bounds and say something presumptuous."

"You should start calling us Mom and Dad," Satoru suggested. His playful tone hid his sincere desire for Megumi to admit he also saw him as a parental figure.

"I think the world would stop spinning if I admitted my gratitude to you out loud," Megumi said, rolling his eyes. To avoid seeing his reaction, he stared at the wall and continued, "But I am thankful for your contribution to my upbringing as well. I guess you're kind of alright, Satoru."

To anyone else it wouldn't seem like much; it was a huge step in the right direction for Satoru. He pinched the boy's cheeks, squealing, "Megumiiiii! That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, even if it was emotionally constipated!"

"Don't let it go to your head!" Although he shook his face free of Satoru and shoved him away, Megumi wore a small grin. Despite how he acted, he really did appreciate everything the man had done for him.

I watched their interaction fondly. Satoru, imperfect though he may be, truly loved with his whole being. Seeing his sweet side made me want to marry him. I thought about his only half-joking remark: Megumi is too reserved for that, but I wouldn't mind having a little one of our own to call us 'Mom and Dad'. What is it about men with good paternal instincts that make them so attractive?! Evolutionary response, probably. As cute as their bickering was, I cut in: "It's past 1:30, my love. Stop teasing our boy and let him go back to bed."

"You heard your mom, back to bed you go!"

"You're the one blocking the door, idiot!"

"Oh, it seems I am!" Satoru fake gasped. He stepped aside with an exaggerated flair. "Goodnight, Megumi. And tell the others your generous sensei Gojo is giving you all the first half of tomorrow off."

"Okay. Goodnight to you both."

He slipped out into the dark, letting in the chilly night air. I watched him walk back toward the students' residence, noting with relief that his body language was more relaxed than when he'd first got here. I headed back to our room once he was out of sight. I snuggled contentedly into the fresh sheets.

Satoru was quick to join me, assuming the big spooniposition. The last thing my mind registered as I drifted into (a thankfully peaceful) sleep was him whispering "I love you" in my ear.

#jjk fanfic #self insert x canon #gojo satoru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #jjk self insert #jjk self ship #hurt/comfort

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oceansinthedesert · 3 months

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Why did you give the last of your food to that poorly disguised mimic? You were finally at peace with letting go, but now this odd thing won’t leave you alone and is even turning itself into various items in an attempt to aid you.

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oceansinthedesert · 4 months

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can I be added to the tag list please? I love your work and want to keep up with it

Sukuna’s Wife and Yuuji’s Onee-chan (Sukuna x Reincarnated!Y/N) Part 4

Part 3

Request from @gojodeluluwifeu

Yuuji Itadori slowly awoke. With only the flames of several candles to illuminate this prison-like room with paper seals, he almost felt like a doomed protagonist in a horror movie. For better or worse, he had a companion sitting across from him.

Satoru Gojo wore a nonchalant, expectant grin. “Yo.”

“You are… !” The memories of the monster attack hit him like a train and he fussed around in his seat, soon realizing that his arms were bound behind him. He whipped his head towards Gojo. “Where is my sister? What happened to my friends? Are they still alive–”

“Hm, you’re not really in a position to be worrying about other people. Actually, you know what, I guess we should talk about your sister. Though I already know she’s just a neighbor.”

“Huh?”

Gojo pulled out a tablet and opened a file for Yuuji to see. At first glance it appeared to be your resume, as it had a 2x2 ID photo of you in formal wear and your basic information written right next to the image, but the more Yuuji read, he realized that it was far more terrifying than a simple resume.

Gojo used his finger to scroll down the document, which had to be around fifty pages at least. “Age, birth place, height and weight… even her three measurements are here.”

Yuuji stomped his feet. “Why do you–”

Gojo turned the tablet around and began to read, “No clubs or extracurriculars. All her grades are either slightly below or slightly above the school average. Only two instances of getting called to office, once in middle school, and again in high school, both times were because teachers suspected that she was being bullied, but both times she told the adults involved ‘not to worry’ and that she ‘just doesn’t like socializing.’

Other notes from previous teachers were similar: ‘That kid was always quiet, never caused trouble,’ ‘She doesn’t seem to be hated but no one ever approaches her… she doesn’t approach anyone either,’ ‘I don’t know if she’s shy or maybe she really likes her space, either way, she won’t go far in life if she keeps to herself like this,’ ‘She never skipped class, though whenever she called in to say that she couldn’t come it was due to a family emergency,’ hm…

Her classmates and former employers didn’t have much to say about her, too. They kept using the same words: ‘keeps to herself,’ ‘doesn’t cause trouble but doesn’t talk either,’ ‘I don’t remember much about her,’ uwah–there is even a detailed calendar here full of her class and work schedules. Let’s see… apparently she missed school whenever you or your grandfather were sick or hospitalized. Same thing with her part-time jobs.”

Gojo read on, nodding his head.

“Ichiji is surprisingly talented at this. It’s almost creepy.”

“Wait! What’s going on? Why do you have records on Y/N-nee?!”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“???”

“According to the other people in your neighborhood, you’re not blood-related and she’s not even your step-sister or adoptive sister, she’s literally just the girl from next door. And you’ve heard the things other people have to say about her, there is nothing special about that person. If anything, she has to be one of the most boring people I know.”

“Don’t insult her! S-sure she’s quiet and doesn’t like interacting beyond the bare minimum, but towards me she’s kind and selfless and even a bit overprotective! She’s not perfect but she’s not boring or average or horrible!”

“... Do you know what happened to her parents?”

If he were thinking more clearly, Yuuji would’ve kept his mouth shut but he was furious and couldn’t help himself. “They’re abroad. They send money regularly but Nee-chan has always been alone in that house. That’s why grandpa and I let her sleep over sometimes. She’s always been…alone.” Wait. Yuuji scrunched his eyebrows. Alone? That can’t be right.

“‘They’re abroad,’ is what she said to you.”

“That’s right.”

“Itadori, there are no records of her parents ever leaving the country.”

“Well, you’re wrong. Grandpa said that she told us that the first day we met her.”

“Hm. Itadori-kun, do you recall the date that you moved in with your grandfather?”

Yuuji didn’t remember much about his childhood before his grandfather, the two of them have always been together for as long as he could remember. It was the same with you. Always together…

Gojo showed him a page from the tablet. It was an affidavit of ownership. “Before that, let me ask you, do you know whose house your ‘sister’ used to live in? The one next to your grandfather’s.”

“What kind of question is that? Obviously it belonged to her–her parents, of course. That’s her last name.”

“This house belongs to a family with the last name L/N. But look here.” Gojo scrolled down and showed a picture of a family of five. There was a father, a mother, two young boys in middle school, a boy no older than two, and a dog. “This photo was taken back in 2003, a year before your birthday. They’re the only family members who lived in that house.”

“So? She’s probably a distant relative.”

Gojo shook his head. “We actually asked the other neighbors. Everyone also believes that she’s some cousin from the province. But it’s strange that you all believed that she belonged to that family when no one should be living there in the first place.”

“You just said that that family owned it.”

“Yup, you’re right, they owned that house.”

Yuuji blinked. What?

“I hope you have a tough stomach.” Gojo scrolled down.

Yuuji’s stomach stirred and he bent over as far as his bondage would allow him. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to cry. He refused to look up, the image of those poor parents hugging their children will forever be burned in his memory. “Why are you showing me this?”

“This L/N family was brutally murdered on the night of **** **, ****.”

“That… that’s…

“That’s the same date your grandfather took you in, isn’t it?”

Yuuji doesn’t remember it himself, but his grandfather told him once and you often mentioned that date when you brought up his toddler days.

He reluctantly opened his mouth. “Did… did she…” He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t even think about it. Memories of you smiling, laughing, taking care of him and grandpa, and welcoming him home flooded Yuuji’s senses.

“Ah,” Gojo interrupted, “she didn’t kill them if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Eh?”

“The doggie bit one of the burglars. Hard. And she bit him in the *ahem* boxers. He and his partner were caught almost immediately.” Gojo showed him the mug shots.

Yuuji: ??????

“She had nothing to do with this murder, but after the funeral, the house was bought immediately. After further investigation, we discovered that it was bought under a fake name. She was a child when the land was purchased, but it couldn’t have been her parents, and there are no signs of other people having lived there other than her. Not to mention, the whole neighborhood bought into her lie that she was a visiting cousin. Isn’t that odd?”

Odd? Major understatement. There were many holes. Number one thing was that no one seemed to remember the murders. Even if it was fifteen years ago, Yuuji would’ve heard of it, if not for his grandfather then from the other kids. Children love horror stories after all. And yet…

“You’re telling me that…Nee-chan has been sleeping, eating and bathing in a murder house?”

“Well, I assure you, there are no curses or ghosts in that area. Luckily, the family passed on without any grudges, perhaps because they were with each other when they died? Anyway, normal humans have no way of knowing that the house is clean. Usually, unless you’re dirt poor or an idiot, you would never even consider living in a potentially haunted house.”

“That’s…!” Yuuji stopped himself. “Wait. What did you mean earlier that her parents couldn’t have possibly bought the house?”

Gojo tilted his head. “Because they’re dead.”

He presented an old newspaper article. It was dated a few weeks before the family’s death. The headline read: COUPLE FOUND DEAD IN THEIR OWN HOME, ***-OLD DAUGHTER NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

“The bodies were described as having been ‘torn apart from the inside,’ but there were no weapons that fit the wounds. There was only a large puddle of water soaking the corpses… ‘Based on testimonies from neighbors, the couple were suspected of abusing their daughter, whose current whereabouts remain unknown. It is likely that she has been kidnapped.’” Gojo glanced at him. “You get it, right? The couple mentioned here are Y/N’s birth parents. They lived in a rural area with a town population of less than 5000. They don’t even have a convenience store–or a mall. Ouch.”

Gojo looked at Yuuji. “The murder itself was brutal but it never reached national news. Still, a lot of things don’t add up.”

“...I-if they’re dead then…” then why did you act like they were still alive and well? How could you smile and walk around as if everything was fine?

“Well, anyway, those things are minor.”

“Hah?!” Minor?!

“The crux of the matter is this: you ate a finger of a cursed spirit known as Ryomen Sukuna, and he called Y/N his wife. Not to mention, just before passing out, she called you her child.”

“...!”

“From what I can tell, Sukuna seems to treasure her a lot, and yet there is nothing about her background that points to her being any more special than the average Jane. What are you? And what is your relationship with that woman?”

Yuuji gritted his teeth. ‘That woman’ was his precious older sister, who took care of him when Grandpa was at work, who cleaned up his wounds when he got hurt playing, who loved him so much she couldn’t stand by as a monster attacked him.

“She…”

***

Over a decade ago, in a tiny house by the foot of a mountain, you watched as gigantic icicles–bigger than yourself–tear through your mother. She was arguing with your father, who was now on the floor, gasping and clutching at his chest. He too had large pieces of jagged ice pierced all over him.

When he caught you in the corner, a wry grin made its way to his face, that was the only time you ever saw a semblance of a smile from him. He reached out his arm towards you. “H-hurry up, c…call s-s-someone–ARGH!”

The hand reaching out to you was cut by a blade of ice.

He squirmed and screamed before another cold knife cut his face in half. The kitchen fell silent.

At that time, did you feel afraid? Did you feel sad? You couldn’t remember.

“This servant deeply apologizes for being so late.” A handsome woman, or maybe they were a pretty man, stepped out of the shadows and walked towards you.

The doll-like person with snow white skin and wearing traditional clothes knelt down. They offered you a small smile. “I offer my greetings to the madam.”

“...are you… going to kill me, too?”

He shook his head. “This servant would never.”

“Then…”

“I came here to ensure that you were living peacefully until the lord’s return, but regretfully, even in this life you are treated like this. I tried to make them suffer before dying, but my temper has gotten the best of me. This servant apologizes.”

The person said things you didn’t understand, but you at least knew this much: they weren’t going to hurt you.

“My lady, I’m afraid you can’t live here anymore.”

The beautiful, doll-like creature that introduced themselves as “Uraume” packed what few materials that belonged to you and led you away. Their skin was colder than the air of a fridge, yet you never felt more safe and warm than when they held your hand on the way to your new abode.

“Uraume-san–”

“Please just call me ‘Uraume,’ my lady, this servant doesn’t dare to be referred to in any other way.”

“R-right. Uraume, you said that I will be living in a different neighborhood.”

“Yes. I handled everything. Though humans have evolved into being more efficient, the paperwork was too much.”

“Will I be living alone?”

They gave you a sad smile. “It would be the highest honor to wait on the lady, but I still have much to prepare for Sukuna-sama’s arrival.”

“Sukuna…sama?”

“He has never tired of searching for you, I’m sure he will be very happy to know that you are now safe and well.”

“Does that mean… that he cares for me?”

Their eyes seemed to sparkle. “Such words are too light to describe the weight of his feelings. Sukuna-sama has devoted every part of himself to you. When you died, he never remarried, and when other sorcerers or village chiefs offered him brides, he would slaughter them all without hesitation. He was especially mad when the women looked like you in any way, be it height, skin color or hair color. This servant personally put their severed heads on poles to be displayed for all to see as a warning. One time, he…”

You didn’t really get it. This person spouted out a lot of information that you didn’t grasp, like a hardcore fan talking about their idol to a normie.

They seemed to be having fun so you let them talk the entire trip to your new house.

“Do you like it, madam?” Uraume asked as you examined the residence from outside. “It’s small, but putting you in an apartment complex was out of the question. It would’ve been nice if we got you a mansion but the people I spoke to claimed that only this house was available. Unbelievable, Sukuna-sama would never have tolerated this–”

“I like it.”

“Hm?”

You turned to Uraume and smiled. “I like it, Uraume. Thank you for your efforts.”

Uraume blinked. Then they slowly covered their mouth. “M-my lady, your smile is as radiant as I remember.”

“Are you crying?”

“This servant will go and organize everything so please relax as much as you like!” They then dashed inside.

What an odd person, you thought. But you didn’t want to go inside just yet, not because you were afraid of potential ghosts. Uraume explained the truth about the house before the drive here, and they didn’t seem bothered with it so why should you?

However, the house was still full of movers carrying furniture and whatnot, and you’d rather avoid people.

As you thought about where to pass time, something tugged the hem of your dress.

“Fwah…”

You glanced down and found a toddler pulling on your skirt. “Huh? Go away.”

“Mm?” The baby raised his head and met your eyes, and time stopped.

Your head felt heavy and everything around the toddler turned blurry.

“Yuu…ji?”

Huh? Did you say something just now?

“There you are, Yuuji! You almost gave me a heart attack. I’m pretty sure I locked the door, how do you keep escaping?” An old man came over and picked up the child from the ground. “What on Earth am I going to do with you…hm?”

The old man finally noticed you. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

You kept your eyes on the child, who was clapping his hands. “I…I just moved in.”

“Moved in? Where? Oh.” He scratched his stubble when he realized it. “That’s unfortunate.”

You stared at the baby in his arms. Its cheeks were so chubby. You wanted to pinch them until he cried.

“It’s not my place to say this but… maybe you and your family would be better off going someplace else…” The man whispered.

“What do you mean?” You finally looked away from the toddler.

He sighed. “It’s complicated, but since your parents bought the land they probably already know. It’s a pity. This little one and I will be moving out soon and you could’ve gotten our house instead.”

“Moving out?”

“It’s nothing a kid like you should concern yourself with. Let’s just say that after everything, it’d be bad luck to stay here, right, Yuuji?”

“Ehehe,” the baby garbled out a laugh, making a spit bubble.

“You can’t leave…”

“What’s that?” The man turned to you.

You gazed deep into his eyes and repeated, “You can’t leave.”

“We have to, little miss. It’s the best thing for us. I’m not sentimental but I don’t believe in tempting fate. I don’t know if you’re aware but living in this street feels wrong after the mur–ahem, after the incident.”

“What incident?”

“Like I said, you’re too young–”

“There wasn’t any incident.”

“What’re you talking about? Ah, I guess your parents didn’t tell you, after all.”

“There wasn’t any incident,” you said again, never breaking eye contact. “Nothing happened, everything is fine. You’re not going anywhere.”

Your mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear yourself. Your mind was muddied.

The old man stared back at you, unblinking and silent for a whole minute, before his lips moved, “I haven’t seen you before.”

“No. I just moved in with the L/N’s.” You pointed at your new house.

“Ah, I see. Are you a visiting cousin or something?”

“Yes. My parents are working abroad so my aunt and uncle decided to take me in.”

“Aha, I see. They’re good people, your aunt and uncle, though their sons are a bit rowdy.”

“Yes, they are.” You turned to the baby who was now looking at you with curious eyes.

The old man noticed and proceeded to introduce himself and the kid. “I’m your neighbor, Wasuke Itadori, and this one’s named Yuuji. His parents are… not here, so I’m in charge of him.”

The baby beamed before reaching out his fat sausage arm towards you.

You offered him a finger and he grabbed it tightly as he giggled.

“Nice to meet you. My name is…”

You opened your eyes, a bit groggy from a dream you could no longer remember.

“Finally awake?” A woman asked. She had long brown hair and wore a lab coat. A doctor. “Hello, I’m Shoko Ieiri. Do you remember who you are?”

You rose to a sitting position, but didn’t answer.

“Do you know today’s date?”

You stared at her. “Where is Yuuji?”

“Hm… how do you know that name?”

“Yuuji is my neighbor but we’re more like family. Where is he?”

“He was right…” Shoko murmured as she wrote something on her clipboard. When she noticed you glaring, she put it away and grinned. “Don’t worry, he’s indisposed but otherwise in good health. You’ll be able to meet up with him in a few minutes. We need to focus on your condition right now.”

“I’m perfectly healthy.” You raised your arms in an attempt to show how fine you were. “Nothing hurts and I remember my own name and the date today. Please let me see him.”

Before she could reply, her phone buzzed and she excused herself.

As she stepped out to answer the call, you stared at your hands as they pulled on your blanket.

“Yuuji…”

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A/N: This took longer than expected. But anyway, happy human holidays, everyone! Comments are always appreciated.

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oceansinthedesert · 4 months

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teen!megumi ★ seeing you hurt is one of the things that has terrified megumi since he was a kid !

Megumi has always loved you. Perhaps from the moment Gojo carried him to your house when he was younger. You were the mother figure he never had, the person he knew he could rely on in any situation, the person he didn't have to be mature with all the time. You were always his safe haven.

Megumi may not have known how to express his own feelings or how to verbally express his adoration for you ⸻ he wasn't like Gojo, who was always making declarations of love to you. Sometimes Megumi envied Gojo for the ease with which he could say 'I love you' to you. But it never seemed to matter to you whether Megumi expressed his adoration for you verbally or not, it wasn't necessary as you understood it through his actions. You knew Megumi like the back of your hand and he was eternally grateful for that.

That's why one of Megumi's worst nightmares was losing you.

If he lost you, what would become of him? How would he manage without your care? How would Megumi survive in this world without being able to hide in your arms?

So when Megumi saw your exhausted and bruised body being thrown across the battlefield, he felt his whole body tremble and a sense of despair consume him.

Desperate, Megumi ran towards you, leaving Itadori and Kugisaki to fight the curse. And when he saw you lying on the floor with your eyes closed, bruises all over your exposed skin and bright crimson blood dripping from your forehead and mouth, Megumi's legs went weak and he fell to his knees beside you. With trembling hands Megumi grabbed your shoulders and rocked you, hoping that you would open your eyes and say that everything was fine. But unfortunately this utopian fantasy didn't come true.

Maybe it was all just a dream. A nightmare of that night ⸻ the night you sacrificed yourself to save Megumi when he was still a child. And if it was just a nightmare, Megumi would wake up at any moment and run into your arms. You would hold him with such affection and love that he wouldn't be able to hold back the tears because he knew you were all right.

But Megumi didn't wake up.

And it wasn't a nightmare, it was reality.

Megumi's voice faltered and he held back his tears, you were there, in front of him, injured, on the verge of death, and he could do absolutely nothing, powerless in a critical situation.

"Hey, Fushiguro!" Yuji ran over to where Megumi was standing, "I think I'd better take Kamo-sensei to Shoko-san, Nobara's already called Kiyotaka-san.” The pink-haired boy looked at his friend and felt sad for him. Itadori had heard Megumi's story and how Gojo and Kamo had saved the little boy (and his sister) from the clutches of the Zenin clan. And Itadori also knew how much Megumi admired and loved the woman he called his mother, it was evident in his expression. "Come on, Fushiguro, we'd better go quickly if we don't want to lose her."

Without saying a word Megumi slipped his arms around your back and behind your knees and started to run with you in his arms to where the car was parked, waiting for the sorcerers.

The corridor was dark and cold. Megumi was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, his head down, holding back his tears. He couldn't cry, he had to be strong ⸻ be strong for you. Megumi had to stay positive, Shoko would save you no matter what.

"It's going to be all right." Gojo's voice echoed through the silent corridor. Megumi raised his head and met his sensei's crystal blue orbs. "Y/n is one of the strongest sorceresses there is, she's seen worse.”

"It's my fault." Megumi's voice was deep, "It's my fault that she's in this situation..."

"Don't blame yourself Megumi. It wasn't your fault."

"I should have paid more attention and listened to her instructions."

"Situations like this happen all the time when you're a jujutsu sorcerer, don't blame yourself for something you couldn't do. And Y/n is fine, she'll be fine, I know my wife very well. And I also know that she would hate to see you get hurt on her watch, so don't blame yourself for giving her life to save you." Gojo's hand reached for Megumi's head, ruffling the boy's ebony locks. "You better go to your room, I'll call you when she wakes up."

"I don't want to go."

"Don't be stubborn. Y/n will make me sleep on the sofa if she finds out I've let you sleep in the hallway."

"That's your problem, I'm not going."

"Come on, Megumi! I thought we were past that stage." Gojo sat down beside Fushiguro. "Are you going to get the silent treatment now?" A short laugh escaped Gojo's lips when he noticed Megumi's lack of reaction. "Okay then…”

The next day, Megumi woke up to a conversation next to him. He noticed Gojo and Shoko talking outside the room you were in.

"Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" Gojo smiled in the direction of Megumi who got up from the floor and stretched slightly, "She wants to see you."

"Is Mom awake?" He asked hopefully.

"Go ahead, I'll be right back with breakfast." Gojo gave Megumi a light squeeze on the shoulder before leaving with Shoko.

With a little trepidation Megumi slowly opened the bedroom door and saw you lying on the bed in the corner of the room, close to the wall. With light, quiet steps, the boy walked to the edge of the bed and stood, watching you. You were clean, not a drop of blood running down your face, and the bandages on your wounds were clean too. You were well. You were alive.

"Megumi..." You spoke quietly and opened your eyes, startling the boy a little.

"Mom..." his voice was weak, surprised and relieved at the same time.

You raised your hand and brought it close to Megumi's face. The boy, who had expected you to stroke his cheek with your thumb, was surprised when you tugged at his ear.

"Mom!"

"I told you to stay out of danger, Fushiguro Megumi." You said seriously, but then stopped pulling on his ear and hugged him, "Thank you for saving me.”

"You scared me..."

"I'm sorry, my dear." You smiled and released Megumi from your embrace, "I wouldn't let you get hurt, not for a second time."

"I'm not a child, I can take care of myself." A pout formed on Megumi's lips.

"I know, I know." You laughed at the younger man's reaction, "And of course you know how to handle yourself, you're my son, but you'll always be my little boy.”

Without thinking, Megumi hugged you again. Sinking his face into the curve of your neck, he felt a motherly affection that he had never known until he met you, and he let the tears roll down his cheeks.

After all, you were his mother and he was your son.

#crying. sobbing. he's my baby boy #I want to adopt teens irl once I'm out of college so it's just so soothing to read stuff like this

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oceansinthedesert · 4 months

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all the small things - satoru gojo

gojo x fem. reader

Summary: this is my first attempt at a 5+1 thingy. Basically a lot of fluff, small moments from your relationship with Gojo.

Please tell me if this is any good or I should leave this 5+1 thing for the more talented people on this hellsite. 😄

Gojo Satoru loves you. With his whole heart. He's been in love with you for years now. First he noticed the big things. You being his emotional support, someone he could turn to whenever he felt down or exhausted. He could let go of his childish facade and be himself when he was with you. He loved how you didn't care he was the strongest, you loved him just for him. You loved him through good times and bad times, your adoration towards him never fading, no matter how much of an idiot he was. Then he started noticing the small things.

He came home late at night, his first mission as a Jujutsu Sorcerer didn't go as planned. His uniform was ripped apart and covered in curse goo. You were waiting for him in the small living room of your shared home, something you started doing back in high school when you first started dating, but instead of waiting on the couch cuddled up in some soft blanked you thrifted, you would wait in his dorm, usually hunched over his desk doing homework. His lips curved into a tired smile upon seeing you.

Your eyes landed on him and they turned slightly sad upon seeing him and his shredded uniform.

"Are you okay, Satoru?" you asked lowly, opening your arms, inviting him into a hug. He accepted, appreciating how you didn't care about your clothes getting dirty.

"Yeah, just tired, baby. I want to shower and go straight to bed." he said and he slowly walked towards the bathroom. He wanted the day to be over and cuddle up to you in bed so that he could fall asleep with you in his arms. He finished his shower in record time and dressed up into some comfy clothes. You were waiting for him in bed, looking cuddly as ever.

"Goodnight, Kikufuku! I love you." he whispered softly, leaving a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Love you too, Satoru. Get some rest, baby!" you answered lovingly, but you could already hear the soft snores leaving your lover's glossy lips.

In the morning, Gojo woke up to the empty bed beside him, making him grunt lowly. He knew you had to leave early in the morning for your own mission, so he didn't really expect otherwise, however, that didn't make it easier to get out of the unusually cold bed. He stepped into the bathroom to get ready for the day, when he noticed his clean and steamed uniform hanging from the door. He stepped closer, analysing the fabric, observing the patched up rips from the day before. His eyes swelled his tears, he knew you had to wake up extra early to make the two-piece set wearable again. At this point, the two of you didn't have a lot of money. You were fresh out of high school, accepting all the missions the Jujutsu higher-ups were throwing your way. Satoru's family had a lot of money indeed, but he refused to accept any financial support from them, trying to distance himself from the pure-blood fanatic members of his clan. A new uniform was not something the two of you could afford at this point. He imagined seeing you hunched up over your sewing machine, trying to make things slightly easier for him and his heart warmed from the love he felt in that moment.

II.

Gojo was stressed. The higher-ups were lecturing him in a 3 hour meeting after Megumi failed to retrieve Sukuna's finger in time, resulting in the reincarnation of the King of Curses in the body of Yuji Itadori. The mission was assigned to Gojo in the first place, but he had more important things to take care of and you were bedridden for a few days from a small accident that occurred during one of your missions that week, so he could ask you to deal with it. That resulted in him assigning the mission to Megumi, believing that he had the capacity to deal with the whole ordeal. Moreover, he believed it was challenging enough to result in the raven-haired boy's spur in growth. It didn't matter how inhumanly strong Gojo Satoru was, at the end of the day he was still human. He made mistakes. One thing he learned from you over the years was that he also had to deal with the consequences of his mistakes.

So he spent the last 36 hours in his office, trying to finish all the paperwork after the mission so that the higher-ups wouldn't scold him anymore. He didn't want to get Yaga in trouble either, so he was determined to do a good job with the boring bureaucracy. His eyes suddenly shot up from the computer screen, sensing your cursed energy from afar. What were you doing at school? You were supposed to be at home, resting.

"Kikufuku, you are not supposed to be at school. You are on bed rest, Shoko was very adamant about it." he said as soon as you stepped into his office, seemingly bearing gifts.

"I know, Satoru, but I was feeling much better today, so I thought I would bring you dinner and some sweet cookies from that bakery you like so much." you said nonchalantly, like it was the most normal, smallest thing to do and you carefully placed the bag you were holding on the top of his desk.

Gojo looked at you with adoration and tiredness in his eyes. He stepped closer to you, putting his blatantly large hands on your hips, pulling you into a loving kiss.

"Thank you, pretty girl, I love you." he kept showering your face with kisses, making you giggle "Are you joining me for dinner?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course, I'm not gonna let you eat all that exquisite food alone." you scoffed and a large smile appeared on his pretty face.

"Are you gonna lecture me for messing up, like everyone else?"

"Of course not, baby! In your job description it says the strongest, not the smartest."

"Heyyy! I'm also the smartest!" he whined like a kid.

"Sure you are, baby!"

III.

"We should invite the kids over for dinner tonight." you said nonchalantly, while making omelette for breakfast. Satoru was standing on the other side of the kitchen, making coffee for the two of you. He looked at you in awe, appreciating the way his t-shirt rode up on you legs, exposing your tights. Your hair was up in a messy bun, glasses sitting on the top of your nose, no makeup on your face. You were as pretty as ever, all naturally. He loved seeing you like this, he could never get used to this sight every weekend, he swore his heart would beat out of his chest at one point and not from the excessive amount of sugar he kept stuffing himself with.

"Why would we invite the kids over for dinner?" he asked curiously.

"Well, you seem to like this group of first years a lot and they seem like good kids, so I thought it would be nice. Ever since Megumi moved into the dorms I haven't seen him a lot and I kinda missed him. Also, they are all away from family, I have a feeling they could really use a home-cooked meal." you explain truthfully.

Satoru swears he's going to drop on his knees to ask you to marry him in that moment, without a care in the world. Being the star of the Gojo clan caused him to grow up faster than other kids. He didn't really have a childhood, all he remembers from his early days was training non-stop, trying to be the best of the best. The one time he had the chance to be a kid was when he met Geto in high school and even that was stripped away from him quickly by the harshness of reality. That's why he wanted to change the Jujutsu world so badly, so that youngsters like Yuta, Yuji or Megumi could have the smallest chance of a joyful childhood. And you joining him on this quest by offering a small moment of normalcy for his students meant more for him than any gift he has ever received.

IV.

"Baby, can you please fix my undercut? I have an important meeting today and my barber was not available last minute." he asked pleadingly as you were sitting on your bed with a book in your hands.

"Of course, Satoru." you said with a warm smile as you got up from bed, walking towards the bathroom. He already placed a chair in there and got the clippers out of the cupboard. He took a seat and reached out for one of your delicate hands, lifting it towards his lips to press a light kiss on your knuckles.

"Thank you, Kikufuku!"

You smiled at him, bending down lightly to bump your nose into his, causing him to break out in a grin.

"It's gonna be just like in high school." you said as you put his soft locks into a small bun on the top of his head with an oversized light-pink scrunchie. You laughed at how ridiculous he looked and you took your phone out to take a picture. If you didn't have the clippers in your hand, he would have started tickling you, but he refrained from doing so to avoid any kind of injury.

As you got started the two of you began reminiscing of the last time you cut his hair.

"Do you remember when Shoko and Geto sneaked some cheap sake into campus and Suguru wanted to give you a haircut while he was drunk?"

"Oh, he did give me a haircut that night. That was the last time I allowed anyone besides my barber to touch my hair."

"Yeah, it was truly terrible. That was the first time you had an undercut."

"Even though I had it fixed, I was afraid to show up to class the next morning. I thought you would hate the undercut. I had such a huge crush on you at that point, it was killing me from the inside, but I knew you didn't like me more than a friend. I didn't want my terrible hair to scare you off even more." he admitted.

"Baby!! Of course I had a crush on you too, I thought you were so hot with your new hairstyle."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Though I was slightly offended you didn't ask me to cut your hair after that."

"Well, better late than never, am I right?" he said jokingly as you were doing the last finishing touches.

"Can't sleep, baby?" you turned around lightly, your voice laced with sleep. Satoru was sitting on your shared bed with his back leaning against the headboard, phone in hand, some kind of news article on the screen.

"Yeah, I tried everything, but it seems impossible to fall asleep." he says with a soft huff "You should go back to sleep, Kikufuku. You have a mission tomorrow."

You get up and you turn on the lamp on your bedside table. You get out of bed and walk into the closet, putting on a hoodie that belongs to Gojo. He observes as you leave the room and he wants to follow after you, but you tell him to stay in bed before his feet could touch the ground. You return with a glass of water and some kind of medicine in your hand. You give him the water as you start to explain softly.

"I noticed how you've been having trouble sleeping lately, so I walked to the pharmacy today during lunch and picked up some melatonin drops for you, Satoru. I know you don't like pills, that's why are opted for these. They are strawberry flavoured and you're supposed to put them in a small glass of water half an hour before going to bed." you do exactly as you say, urging him to drink all the water.

Gojo doesn't remember falling asleep that night, but he remembers waking up to you cuddled up to his chest with one goal in his mind for that day.

Nanami eyes the blatantly oversized, custom diamond, tinted to be the same colour as Satoru's cerulean eyes.

"You're sure about this, Gojo?" he asks, he is still surprised by the seriousness the white-haired sorcerer shows in that moment.

"Yes, Nanamin. I don't think I've ever been this sure about something in my life. Ever..."

"How do you know she's the one for you?" the blonde follows up curiously.

"It's the small things man. It's patched-up uniforms, it's emotional support when I do something stupid, it's bringing lunch to my office when I'm stuck in there. It's taking care of my students and inviting them over for dinner. It's last-minute haircuts and strawberry-flavoured melatonin drops. The big things, the bad things don't seem that bad when these small gestures are there to make my life better." he explains and Nanami feels proud of how far Gojo has come.

"Then I hope she says yes, Satoru!"

"Me too, Nanamin. Me too."

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