riitah

[riitah]

["meet me at midnight"] - geto suguru x fem!reader

TAGS: spoilers for gojo's past arc SNYOPSIS: the night you were informed of what geto had done was a cold one. the last night you spent in his arms was even colder. WORD COUNT: 608 HONORABLE MENTION: TY HENRY RUMPLESTILTSKIN III OF THE NUCLEAR SOCK KINGDOM FOR BETA READING THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE: guys im so sorry my writer's block's been overstaying its welcome 😭😭😭 geto my bbg protecting his bf in the recent ep ughh 😭♥♥

"Suguru."

The name fell off your lips in a soft whisper that seemed to blend in with the harsh howls of the wind.

"(Y/N)."

Yours off of his in a way that almost made your mind go blank.

Why, just why did he have to say your name like that?

You swallowed thickly, nails digging so harshly into your skin that your knuckles turned white. Your lungs felt too tight, too cramped for the chilly air that tried to squeeze its way inside when you breathed. Your head raced with a million thoughts, a million questions, but they were all caught in the back of your throat when you opened your mouth.

You looked at him. A section of his dark locks was pulled up in a poor attempt to mimic the hairstyle he used to wear, and the other cascaded over his shoulders, unkempt. His baggy clothes seemed to melt into the shadows behind him as he stood there with the same charming smile he had always used to greet you, just as warm as you remembered. And his kind eyes that crinkled up whenever he laughed were now staring at you as he waited for you to say something.

When you remained quiet, he took a step towards you. And when your feet stayed where they were, he took another.

And another.

And another, until he was only a few meters away from you, his pretty features illuminated by the soft moonlight.

His eyes gazed into yours with that tender look he reserved only for you, waiting. This was your last chance to turn your back on him. To say goodbye to him forever. He was letting you make that decision.

You wished he didn’t.

“Go away,” you said hoarsely, your voice cracking. Whether the statement was for him or for yourself, you didn’t know.

“If that’s truly what you want,” he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed, “I will. Is it?”

“I–” you said, forcing down the lump that was trying to make its way up your throat. “I don’t want to make this harder than it already is.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.” He took another step towards you, and then wrapped his arms loosely around your waist.

“If you really want me to leave, push me away,” he whispered in your ear.

Every fiber of your being screamed for you to pull away and turn around. To forget that any of this ever happened, that any of this interaction ever took place.  He's not the same person you loved anymore, they whispered desperately, begging, pleading. He's your enemy, a curse user–

You didn’t even realize when your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer, your head in the crook of his neck and his in yours. You felt him exhale and melt into you, his arms around you just a little tighter, a little warmer.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He still smelled like laundry detergent, but without that faint scent of the lavender perfume you always wore. And it never will again.

“Why?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

He didn’t answer, and for a moment, you thought you could change his mind. Change his mind and convince him to go back with you, to just drop all this nonsense about killing non-sorcerers. But before you could say anything, he spoke up first, his voice low and full of regret.

“I’m sorry.”

The night you were informed of what Geto had done was a cold one. The last night you spent in his arms was even colder.

[riitah]

["meet me at midnight"] - geto suguru x fem!reader

TAGS: spoilers for gojo's past arc SNYOPSIS: the night you were informed of what geto had done was a cold one. the last night you spent in his arms was even colder. WORD COUNT: 608 HONORABLE MENTION: TY HENRY RUMPLESTILTSKIN III OF THE NUCLEAR SOCK KINGDOM FOR BETA READING THIS AUTHOR'S NOTE: guys im so sorry my writer's block's been overstaying its welcome 😭😭😭 geto my bbg protecting his bf in the recent ep ughh 😭♥♥

"Suguru."

The name fell off your lips in a soft whisper that seemed to blend in with the harsh howls of the wind.

"(Y/N)."

Yours off of his in a way that almost made your mind go blank.

Why, just why did he have to say your name like that?

You swallowed thickly, nails digging so harshly into your skin that your knuckles turned white. Your lungs felt too tight, too cramped for the chilly air that tried to squeeze its way inside when you breathed. Your head raced with a million thoughts, a million questions, but they were all caught in the back of your throat when you opened your mouth.

You looked at him. A section of his dark locks was pulled up in a poor attempt to mimic the hairstyle he used to wear, and the other cascaded over his shoulders, unkempt. His baggy clothes seemed to melt into the shadows behind him as he stood there with the same charming smile he had always used to greet you, just as warm as you remembered. And his kind eyes that crinkled up whenever he laughed were now staring at you as he waited for you to say something.

When you remained quiet, he took a step towards you. And when your feet stayed where they were, he took another.

And another.

And another, until he was only a few meters away from you, his pretty features illuminated by the soft moonlight.

His eyes gazed into yours with that tender look he reserved only for you, waiting. This was your last chance to turn your back on him. To say goodbye to him forever. He was letting you make that decision.

You wished he didn’t.

“Go away,” you said hoarsely, your voice cracking. Whether the statement was for him or for yourself, you didn’t know.

“If that’s truly what you want,” he murmured, his eyebrows furrowed, “I will. Is it?”

“I–” you said, forcing down the lump that was trying to make its way up your throat. “I don’t want to make this harder than it already is.”

“That doesn’t answer the question.” He took another step towards you, and then wrapped his arms loosely around your waist.

“If you really want me to leave, push me away,” he whispered in your ear.

Every fiber of your being screamed for you to pull away and turn around. To forget that any of this ever happened, that any of this interaction ever took place.  He's not the same person you loved anymore, they whispered desperately, begging, pleading. He's your enemy, a curse user–

You didn’t even realize when your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer, your head in the crook of his neck and his in yours. You felt him exhale and melt into you, his arms around you just a little tighter, a little warmer.

You closed your eyes as you leaned into him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. He still smelled like laundry detergent, but without that faint scent of the lavender perfume you always wore. And it never will again.

“Why?” you asked, even though you knew the answer.

He didn’t answer, and for a moment, you thought you could change his mind. Change his mind and convince him to go back with you, to just drop all this nonsense about killing non-sorcerers. But before you could say anything, he spoke up first, his voice low and full of regret.

“I’m sorry.”

The night you were informed of what Geto had done was a cold one. The last night you spent in his arms was even colder.

#geto x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #jjk geto #jjk geto suguru #geto x female reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x y/n #jjk oneshot #y/n #reader imagine #jjk imagines #geto suguru

[riitah]

[to be a sorcerer] - geto suguru x gn!reader

WARNINGS: hidden inventory arc spoilers, mentions of death, blood, guns, fighting, and implied starvation, a little cursing SYNOPSIS: ever since the day suguru and satoru came back from their mission to retrieve the girl who was to merge with tengen, suguru has been kind of…off. so tonight, you decide to go visit him in the middle of the night in hopes of getting some answers, or, at least, bringing him some comfort. WORD COUNT: 1.1k HONORABLE MENTION: tysm beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”!! AUTHOR’S NOTE: guys i’m so sorry i haven’t updated in so long writer’s block has been ERYGIUHOJWQEHRUR i hope you guys enjoy this AND OH YEAH THE NEW S2 TRAILER CAME OUT I’M LIKE SO HYPED FOR IT i literally had a whole pre-written s2 first trailer (a/n) i wanted to post but that was way too long ago but anyways here’s a geto x reader story i have sm more BUT IDK HOW TO WRITE THEM including crying scenes FUCK yk i feel like geto’s the type of guy who’d comfort people when they’re crying but never let anyone see him cry but when he cries it’s just really messy and emotionfull you get what i’m saying?? like he holds in his feelings for so long it just comes out all at once and ok i’ll stop now sorry if this feels a little too ooc

You stood in front of Suguru’s door in your pajamas, wondering if this was a good idea.

Is he already asleep…?

You turned to go back to your own room, but upon remembering the few bites he had taken of his lunch the past week, you decided against it. Hesitantly, you knocked, the sound of your knuckles against the wood echoing through the hallways. “Suguru? Can I come in?”

A beat of silence. “One second.” The sound of a bed creaking followed his voice, and just a few moments later, the door opened with a small creak.

Unfortunately, the sight of your boyfriend didn’t make you feel any more relieved. His hair framed his face messily, but they didn’t cover up the dark circles or hide the hollowness of his cheeks. The corners of his lips curved upwards when he saw you, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“(Y/N).” He stepped aside to let you in. “Staying up so late isn’t good for you, you know?”

“I could say the same about you.” You stepped into his dorm and he closed the door behind him. “It’s 2AM, and you have to go on a mission in a few hours.”

“I didn’t feel too sleepy.” He offered you his hand, and you took it, your eyebrows knitting together when you realized just how bony it felt. “And the rain wasn’t helping much. But now that you’re here, it’s a different story.” He led you to his bed and lied down, pulling you onto his chest in the process.

“Suguru! Warn me before you do that next time.”

“There won’t be a next time, because I‘m not letting go of you.” He rolled over so that the two of you were lying on your sides, wrapping his arms around you. “Ever.”

“I think you’re hanging around Satoru too much. You’re speaking and acting like him.” You laughed when he made a face at that statement.

“Don’t compare me to that guy.”

“Just ‘that guy’? He’d be so hurt if he heard you say that.”

“You know what I mean.” He pinched your cheek and gently rested his forehead against yours. “So, did you need something?”

“What, I can’t come visit my own boyfriend without a reason anymore?”

“Not when it’s two in the morning. But I might reconsider if you’re planning to stay the night.”

“Will that make you feel better?”

“Definitely. Though I feel just fine.”

“You don’t look fine…”

“I’m fine,” he repeated, pulling you closer to him and planting a brief kiss on your nose. “Really.”

“You don’t have to lie to me. You haven’t been getting much sleep, have you?”

He stared at you for a few moments, and the pitter-patter of the rain filled in the silence that had fallen over the conversation.

“...”

“Suguru…”

He then let out a tired sigh, his arms tightening around your waist just slightly. “You’re right. I haven’t.”

You brushed a few strands of hair out of his face, patiently waiting for him to continue.

“I just…can’t. Whenever I close my eyes, I see her.”

You took note of his heartbeat, which was rapidly speeding up. "Riko?"

He nodded and paused, trying to regain his composure before opening his mouth to speak again. “It's all still so vivid in my head. I can still hear the gun going off and–"

"You don't have to talk about it if it's painful, Suguru," you whispered softly.

He shook his head, giving you a weak smile. "No, I think it's better this way. I feel like I'm being suffocated." There was a slight tremble to his voice as he spoke, his sentences laced with nothing but regret. "When I do fall asleep, I always dream about the same thing. She dies, he tells me that he killed Satoru too, these people laughing at all of this as if it’s some sick sit-com–” He clutched at the hem of your top, his voice cracking. "Sometimes I can't help but think, what if I had just killed all of them off like Satoru said? Would I still be feeling this remorseful?"

You bit your lip at these words, not knowing what to say. Is there even a correct answer here?

Seeing the expression on your face, the muscles in his jaw tensed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you–"

"No, no, you didn't," you quickly reassured him. The rain had stopped, and the sound of raindrops hitting the glass was replaced with the sound of trees swaying in the wind. "And honestly, I don't blame you for thinking that way. People can be so cruel sometimes."

He swallowed. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I–" His voice cracked a little.

"It's okay to cry, Suguru." You cupped his face in your hands, placing a kiss on both of his cheeks. "I hate it when you hold it in."

He leaned into your touch, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“She had friends, family, she wanted to live–" he said quietly. "And they were clapping, cheering–" He broke into a sob. "(Y/N), I–I was supposed to protect her but I couldn’t–I couldn’t even do that right–"

It was the first time you had seen him break down like this, and your chest ached. You wiped away his tears with your thumb and ran your left hand through his long hair, desperately trying to come up with something to say to calm him down as he tried to talk.

“I feel so damn useless, even now I’m just–do you see this?” He looked up at you and placed a hand on top of your right hand, his thin fingers wrapping around it as if he was scared to lose you, too. “All I'm doing – all I can do – is replaying the events over and over.” He shook his head, his wet cheeks glistening in the soft moonlight. "I'm a jujutsu sorcerer, yet – yet I couldn't save her. I watched her die."

“It wasn’t your fault, Suguru. None of it was, I promise." You could barely hear yourself speak, but you hoped that your words could help somewhat. "I'm sure that she appreciated all that you've done for her."

You didn’t know how much time had passed when his choked sobs finally slowed down to hiccups, or how long you had been tracing circles on his hand with your thumb, but by the time the sun peeked from the trees in the distance, Suguru’s eyes were closed, his long lashes brushing against his damp cheek whenever his eyelids slightly fluttered.

"I'm sorry..."

You sighed at his sleeptalking, making a mental note to talk to him later about his tendencies to feel guilty about showing his feelings. "It's okay, Suguru. You shouldn't have to apologize for anything." You kissed his forehead and murmured a soft “I love you,” giggling a little when you saw a smile form on his delicate features.

Must be a nice dream, huh.

You closed your eyes, letting the familiar warmth lull you into a deep sleep.

#geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen geto #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jjk imagines #geto suguru x yn #oneshot #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gn reader #jjk angst #x reader #hidden inventory arc #i'm sorry guys i'm working on crying scenes

[riitah]

this is so cute my heart is melting aaaaaaaaa

I still don’t remember what i wanted to request but imma just come up w something 🫡. geto hcs w a shy s/o? DO YOU EVEN DO HCS? idk, im completely panicking rn 😪 if you don’t wanna write this or don’t feel like it, it’s okay, stay safe and don’t forget to drink water 🫀🫀

geto suguru w a shy s/o !!

✾ warnings: none! pure fluff

✾ synopsis: headcanons for geto with a shy s/o!!

✾ notes: my memory is the ever so i really felt that (about forgetting) 😭 thank you for this request! you stay safe too, take care!! 🥹 geto ♡♡

honestly for a shy s/o, i think geto is pretty much a perfect match!!

he's kind of a homebody too

so he's more than happy to stay with you indoors if you're uncomfy w crowds and spend quality time <3

he'll accompany you anywhere, anytime, if you ask (as long as he can)

an "excuse me they asked for no pickles" guy, if yk what i mean

he'll speak up for you in situations where you can't

he'll take your input too actually

will lean in to let you speak to him quietly before passing the message to the otehr party!

he's so considerate and understanding i loev him

despite that tho i think he'd love to tease you

he thinks your flustered reactions are so cute and funny

steals kisses and holds your hand and brushes your hair from your face and so on rly

just to see you implode a little

he wouldn't take it further than that though, and if what he's doing bothers you and he notices/you tell him, he'll definitely stop

if you're too shy to ask for affection, worry not!!

he would shower you in it, but only behind closed doors

not big on pda apart from hand holding, rly, so most of his other forms of physical affection happen when it's just the two of you

he doesn't rly mind what you end up doibg, as long as he's touching you

one of you laying on the other's lap while doing mundane tasks

sitting side by side during meals, occasionally feeding spoonfuls of your food to him or vice versa

cuddles. need i say more?

even if the two of you are just talking, he'd want to hold your hand or soemthing

this man <333

most shy people are at least a little more talkative and energetic once you get to know them, so

he'll be patient with you until you're ready to be more you around him<3

i just know he'd lsiten to all your rambles and never feel annoyed by it

it's just wow!! s/o is speaking!! s/o is happy!!

so he's happy too<33

10/10

#reblogs 🌱 #jjk #geto suguru 📷

[riitah]

man is he hot 😩😩

black tee

#reblogs 🌱 #fanart ✏️ #jjk #gojo satoru 🤞

[riitah]

the rendering and shading are so well-done!!

:) legacy

#reblogs 🌱 #fanart ✏️ #jjk #gojo satoru 🤞

[riitah]

2006年、戻らない青い春

"Year 2006, the /blue spring/ that will not return".

(I don’t like putting watermarks so, PLEASE, if you want to post these gifs somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use them in edits/videos. Thanks~)

#reblogs 🌱 #jjk #satosugu ☹

[riitah]

i am in love with ur art style

Kaeya studies,,,,, plus childe n kaeya with flowers ro celebrate my friend's childe chibigurumi and my kaeya chibigurumi

#reblogs 🌱 #fanart ✏️ #genshin impact #kaeya alberich ❄️ #childe 🎭

[riitah]

✨aguero agnis✨

#reblogs 🌱 #fanart ✏️ #tower of god #khun aguero agnis 🔪

[riitah]

jjk boyfriend headcanons

featuring:

fushiguro megumi

itadori yuji

geto suguru (*not high school geto, but not villain geto either)

gojo satoru

WORD COUNT: 825

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i was originally gonna put in nanami, but then i sat down to write his and i was like "damn idk anything about this character other than he hates working overtime" 😭😭

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

very "show not tell" with his love for you

hates pda but reluctantly lets you hold hands with him anyway

mutters "i love you" under his breath when he thinks you're asleep (you're not)

his eyes soften when he sees you

beats people up for you

it's so funny when he tries show a little more affection over text because he ends all of his texts with a period

asks nobara for help when the two of you fight

enjoys your company, even if it's just the two of you sitting in silence

secretly likes it when you run your hand through his hair

stares at you a lot

surprisingly touchy in private? like he purposely brushes his hands against yours, hugs you from behind, etc

avoids eye contact and brushes it off when you compliment him (you can see the tips of his ears turning red)

tries not to bother you about his own personal problems but always listens to yours

gets a little jealous when you're giving attention to another guy instead of him

watches the shows you tell him about and tries to get into them

does things you like to do with you even if he hates them

makes you warm soup when you're sick

puts a lot of thought into the gifts he give you, whether it be something symbolic or something he thinks you'd like

remembers every little detail you mention about yourself

puts your life before his own

ITADORI YUJI

loves bombarding you with hugs

usually takes you on dates to places where there are a lot of people

likes taking pictures with and of you

rambles about how amazing you are to his friends

tells his grandpa about you when he visits him :(

sends good morning and goodnight messages every day without fail

absolutely loves cooking for you

buys you guys matching bracelets and keychains

there's something about you falling asleep on his shoulder that makes him so happy

finds something to compliment you about daily

lets you steal his clothes

sometimes he's so oblivious to people flirting with him you want to cry

gets excited about things with you

cries with you when watching sad movies

asks you for a kiss every single day

you can feel your limbs numbing whenever he accidentally falls asleep when you two cuddle and he sleeps like a log so you can't exactly wake him up

pillow fights are a common thing

a very patient teacher when he teaches you how to cook

takes pictures of things he sees that reminds him of you and sends them to you

constantly worries about sakuna hurting you and has thought about distancing himself from you multiple times because of it

GETO SUGURU

wakes you up with forehead kisses. definitely.

opens the car door for you (like the gentleman he is)

gives you handmade gifts that he spent hours on and probably sacrificed sleep for because he wanted them to look perfect for you

likes to tease you (just a little)

pulls you close to his chest when you're crying and comforts you with his sweet words

never lets you talk crap about yourself and will give you a hundred and one reasons as to why you're the complete opposite of how you view yourself if you do

will probably scare anyone who did something to you into giving you a sincere apology (his cursed technique comes in real handy for this one)

whispers sweet nothings in your ear when the both of you are cuddling

gently squeezes your hand when you're nervous

lets you braid his hair

gives you back massages when you're tired and exhausted

cooks for you (breakfast in bed guys)

genuinely encourages and supports you

makes sure you get enough food/water/sleep

shows interest in your interests

will leave you if it was the option that would benefit you the most or hurt you the least

definitely likes to spoil you rotten

will spend thousands of dollars on you even if there's no special occasion

very much a "your wish is my command" kind of guy

also the type of boyfriend to see you struggling to get something from high up and place the thing somewhere even higher

lets you try on his sunglasses and laughs at you when you trip and fall because you can't see anything in them before catching you when your face is literal centimeters away from the ground

enjoys "accidentally" dozing off on you (proceeds to lay his entire weight on your body)

loves it when you praise him

likes laying in your lap while you play with his hair

spoons you every time you guys sleep and refuses to let go in the morning

makes fancy dinner reservations

boasts about you to everyone

sets unflattering/funny photos of you as his wallpaper and lock screen

looks at pictures and videos of you when he's supposed to be working

throws himself onto you whenever he sees you

his hugs crush your ribs

makes you participate in staring contests with him

loves to tease you and see you flustered

says cheesy pick up lines out of nowhere

is always in the background of your video calls

#jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk imagines #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #megumi fushiguro x reader #itadori yuji x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #megumi fushiguro headcanons #itadori yuji headcanons #geto suguru headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons

[riitah]

about me!!

hey there! my name's riitah, and writing fanfiction is one of my hobbies. though it's literally just me pumping out stories when i have the motivation to, or else my ideas just sit in the drafts for months (i literally have 29 (update: 36 GUYS I CAN'T FINISH ANYTHING I'M SO SORRY) drafts currently and i can't finish any of them).

as time passes, there'll be fanfics for other fandoms here...probably. but that also means that content relating to past fandoms will be seen less and less cough genshin cough cough

if you wanna go see what other work is on here, i have a masterlist for that! it's the tab listed "table of contents." happy reading!

(oh, and, you should like, totally check out the blog i share with my friend. i know, i know... there's still a request i can't seem to finish and it's just...sitting there... i'll get to finishing it...)

i have developed a liking to talking and ranting about the anime or whatever franchise the post's related to in the (a/n), but i think i should give that its own separate post/tag...

thanks for stopping by, and for all of your support! make sure to stay hydrated and take breaks when you need them! <3

[riitah]

[lover's quarrel] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

*sorry, i forgot to tag this: spoilers for jjk 0, but it's only mentioned in like one sentence and it's a very small detail SYNOPSIS: you and gojo got into your first argument as a couple, but you didn't expect him to come forward to apologize first. WORD COUNT: 1.3k HONORABLE MENTION: special thanks to my beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”! :DD AUTHOR'S NOTE: egocentric fictional men who apologize first>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> - (he'd apologize first because I said so) - (he'd also be so embarrassed about it because i said so) - (because y'know. he probably never apologizes first. except this time.) - (holy crap i hope this isn't too ooc like i've never seen him get into an argument with anyone before 😭😭😭)

You. The couch. And the deafening silence.

It wasn't like you and Satoru haven't gotten into arguments before; back in high school, he loved to bother the crap out of you when you were busy doing something that required your full attention, and many of these button-pushing sessions led to full-blown arguments where the two of you hurled insult after insult at each other (though they were more of a one-sided thing, because he just laughed at you and your reddening face, asking if that was all you got). And Shoko and Suguru would watch all the while, one enjoying the entertainment she was getting and the other patiently waiting for a moment where he could calm the both of you down.

But this argument was different. It wasn't some small fight between teenagers that the two of you would forget in a few days. Heck, it might even last a few days instead, now that Suguru wasn't here.

Suguru.

You sighed, remembering that you fought with him, too. Figuratively and literally.

You sunk into the soft seat and leaned your head against the back cushion, letting out a loud groan.

Should I just apologize and get this over with?

After all, knowing your boyfriend, he'd be way too prideful to say sorry first.

Right. Boyfriend. Maybe even soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

You tightly clutched the hem of your shirt at the thought, your heart feeling heavy. The remnants of the feud buried themselves deep into your chest, pulling and clawing at it as if it was trying to rip something out of there. It hurt knowing that the relationship you were once so happy to establish might not last as long as you thought it would.

Your best friend and your boyfriend; two heartbreaks, two people lost.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. The room gradually grew darker and darker as the sun set in the distance, a painful reminder to you that Satoru had been gone for hours. Pulling your knees to your chest, you rocked back and forth, wondering where he could be this late.

Certainly not at some club, right...?

Your stomach twisted in a way you couldn't explain, and you let out a choked sob.

He can't be. He's not like that.

But Satoru had never been romantically involved with anyone before you. So how did you know what to expect?

You felt your fingernails digging into your skin, hard enough to make it bleed. You hated the way the scenarios were running through your head, the way none of them were him coming home to you without smelling of sickly sweet perfume and without having lipstick stains all over his neck. It was truly a different kind of pain knowing that someone who had declared his love for you merely six hours before could take it all back in an instant.

This is all so, so stupid. Maybe this was a mistake from the start.

Grabbing your coat that was lying right next to you, you stood up to leave.

Maybe a break would serve the both of us some good.

You put it on, not bothering to zip up the front.

I never should've said yes.

You walked towards the door, your footsteps soft, hesitant, and gradually slowing down to a stop when you arrived. You reached for the doorknob, still unsure of your decision. Your hand hovered in midair as you looked down at your feet, warm tears still streaking down your cheeks.

Is this really the right thing to do?

You couldn't think straight, or pinpoint what exactly you felt. Anger? Worry? Dread? The different emotions were all mixed into one, forced down your throat and into the pit of your stomach, with the sole purpose of breaking you from inside out.

You didn't want to think about anything anymore.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before wrapping your hand around the doorknob, and--

The door flew backwards, striking against your palm. Your eyes opened in surprise, darting from the doorknob to the tall man that stood in front of you.

Neither of you said a word.

You were rooted to the spot, your legs frozen. Beads of sweat rolled down your back, tickling you, futilely trying to distract you from the situation at hand. Your hands felt clammy, your breath was stuck uncomfortably in your throat, and a single tear awkwardly slid its way down the side of your face, seemingly not getting the memo.

Satoru stared back at you, his sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked. His blue eyes blinked at you, with a hint of confusion behind them. He was also slightly panting, you realized as you saw his shoulders slightly heave up and down from the corner of your eye.

"...(Y/N)?" His voice was gentle, void of any anger, unlike the tone he had used with you just hours before.

You didn't reply in fear of breaking down in front of him, in fear of coming off as some kind of victim when the fault was yours as much as it was his.

"What are you... Were you leaving? Were you crying?"

He sounded so confused, so worried. He touched your wet cheek, brushing against it with his calloused hand.

"Toru, where were you?" Your voice was barely audible.

One second passed. And then two.

Please tell me that you didn't give up on us.

And then three. And four.

The silence dragged on. And your hope dwindled along with it.

"Toru, I..." you said hoarsely.

Your heart dropped when you finally smelled the faint trace of perfume. The very same sickly-sweet smell you had been afraid of.

It can't be.

Can it?

"Were you...kissing some other girl?" Your voice cracked a little.

"What?! No!" His eyes widened as he frantically shook his head, and then he exhaled and furrowed his brows. "Was that why you were crying?"

You nodded meekly, feeling as though you were about to cry all over again. "I thought you'd want to break up with me."

"I'd never." You felt his lips press against your forehead, the warmth still lingering even after he pulled away. "And..." He dropped his hand to his side and glanced away, preoccupied with something on the floor, his voice quiet, sincere. "I'm...sorry."

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes. Did he just...apologize?

He peeked at you, and then grinned when he saw your expression. "Dumbfounded, aren't you? You should be honored to be the first and only person I've ever apologized t--mmph!"

All of the sadness seemed to have evaporated from your body as you grabbed his face with one hand, bringing it close. "Do that again."

He squinted at you. "I got you flowers," he suggested, squirming in your grasp. "And perfume too, so if you smell that on me, that's probably from the shop." A pause, waiting for you to let go. "And chocolate." Another pause, a smirk forming on his face. "Sexy lingeri--?"

You gave him a deadpan stare before he could finish.

"Kidding, kidding! Obviously." He laughed, the sound filling your stomach with butterflies. "So does that mean you forgive me?"

You sighed, nodding, letting go of him. "I'm really sorry, too. It was a stupid thing to argue over."

"Well, that marks the end of our first lover's quarrel!" He readjusted his glasses and smiled at you before bringing his left hand out from behind his back. "Good thing, because my arm was about to start cramping--"

You didn't register the rest of his words as he showed off the items he bought for you, your mind still trying to process what had just happened.

Toru knows how to apologize...

Surprised? Happy? Maybe giddy? Or all three?

You let a giggle slip, and he turned to you, the bouquet of flowers in his hands raised like a trophy.

"What're you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

You pulled in by the collar for a taste of his soft lips, whispering against them a quiet "I love you."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru x female reader #gojo x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #gojo satoru x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oneshot #this was so anticlimatic holy crap #but i hope you enjoyed

[riitah]

the way the gojo quote was elaborated in this piece was so creative??? this was such a nice read omg ♥♥

the strongest

▸ gojo satoru x fem!reader

▸ 19k words (um. what)

▸ strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn romance, major angst, fluff, a lot of hurt/comfort

▸ warnings: gojo, spoilers for jjk ch. 65 onwards (gojo’s past arc) and set before jjk vol. 0, references to character death, blood, injury, violence, a bit of swearing, descriptions of trauma and grief, mention of a heart disease, mention of abandonment, mention of overdosage

▸ this fic was born out of my unending awe for the way yuuta’s story in vol. 0 was told because i unironically loved gojo’s line “love is the most twisted curse of all” when he theorized how rika was cursed. i started this fic in 2021 and continued to write for it, little by little, until i can finally say it’s finished. part of my soul rests in this for i love it more each time i reread it.

through a mission he initially perceived as a chore, gojo finds that protecting you was no simple task, especially when things like emotions, responsibility, and morality are thrown into the mix

gojo hates missions like this. it’s the kind where he has to practice patience, discipline, and a plethora of other textbook virtues he never got around to understanding. if he had a choice, he’d get a reassignment in a heartbeat—exorcising a hundred curses in a night seemed a whole lot better than this. after all, gojo works best with his one-track mind backed by his most simplistic philosophy: kill or be killed.

but in missions like this, gojo is constrained by a number of obligations. he has to tune into his surroundings, make sure no civilian is harmed, be mindful about damage to public facilities, blah blah blah. the stakes are higher when it involves other people, he’s told, but gojo couldn’t care less. everything a jujutsu sorcerer does is already for the sake of the world, so did he really have to be so mindful all the damn time?

Keep reading

#reblogs 🌱 #library📚 #jjk #gojo satoru x reader

[riitah]

[“mine”] - yandere!childe x fem!reader

MODERN AU

TRIGGER WARNINGS: cursing, and mentions of blood, gore, and death

SYNOPSIS: childe had been growing increasing jealous of the attention you were giving a female peer, so he decided to deal with it himself. even if that meant killing you in the process.

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: i didn’t really like the og one i wrote of this so here’s an edited version!

It was quite late at night; probably a little past 11:45PM.

Many parts of the town still bustled with activity at this time, but this one was not one of them. Aside from a few rats scurrying about the food that the restaurants dumped outside their buildings, there were barely any signs of life in this area.

But if one were to stop and listen carefully, underneath the clattering of porcelain from the staff cleaning up the last of their plates and the tree branches swaying in the wind, they would be able to hear the voice of a girl, high-pitched and terrified.

“W-who are you? Why are you doing this?”

Words came tumbling out of her mouth, shaky and near incoherent -- a messy collection of letters sloppily assembled to buy time and nothing else. She slid down to the floor with her back pressed against the cold wall of the tight alleyway, blood trickling down the side of her head and staining her navy-blue dress. Her head hurt like hell when she tried lifting it to get a better view of who was standing in front of her. Her throat was dry and it was difficult getting air down to her lungs, but nevertheless, she still opened her mouth to scream for help.

“Somebody, help me, please!”

These words merely rang through the small space, bouncing off the concrete but never reaching any other ears. It was the same with the hearty laughter that followed, which was so warm and full of enthusiasm that it’d fool anyone who was listening into thinking that this was just an emotional reunion between two friends.

“It’s no use, (F/N).” The same person who had laughed spoke up. “No one lives around this area. Most people who work here or pass by this place on their nightly strolls are home by now.” A smirk was growing on his face, hidden by the mask he wore. The girl in front of him sounded so desperate, so unlike herself. Did her confidence from earlier dwindle now that she knew she had nowhere to run or hide? “Don’t you get it? You’re alone with me. No one is going to hear you. And (Y/N) won’t be able to play your knight in shining armor like she always does.”

He spat out the last part with a hint of hatred that spilled from the bottle he kept screwed up and sealed tight.

“How do you—?”

The question was interrupted when he crouched down in front of her. With one gloved hand, he pulled down his hood. It was pitch dark, but the moonlight was more than enough for (F/N) to recognize him and his unique features.

Tousled red hair, light freckles, and piercing blue eyes that were void of light.

“Childe—?”

“Ajax,” ‘Childe’ said with a glare, cutting her off. “I might’ve told everyone to call me that, but I want it out of your filthy mouth.

Several minutes passed by in silence as he scanned her up and down. (F/N) didn’t know what was going through his mind, but she was sure it had nothing to do with letting her go.

“I…Chil—” she tried, but instead of any change in behavior like she had hoped, she got a hard slap across the face before she could even finish. Her cheek stung, a dull pain that somehow also made its way to the inside of her mouth.

“It’s Ajax.” Childe scowled. “Are you deaf or something?”

She whimpered and lowered her head. There were about a million thoughts racing through her head, but none of them gave her an idea of why Childe would want to hurt her. She had always stayed out of his way, and heck, they didn’t even talk unless their professor made them partners for a project.

So, why? And what did any of this have to do with (Y/N)?

It was only when she heard the sound of metal clinking against each other did she look back up.

Childe was looking through a pouch, his eyebrows pinched together in concentration. “Where is it…” he mumbled, getting slightly exasperated at how long this ordeal was taking. Then after a few moments, he raised an object in the air triumphantly, as if he was showing off some first-place trophy. “Aha!”

Through her tears, (F/N) couldn’t see it very well, but the way it almost shone in the natural light made her blood run cold.

Surgical scissors.

“Chi—Ajax, you’re not possibly—?” (F/N) said, her voice rising in terror.

“You know the assignment the professor told us to turn in next week? The one that we were supposed to do together?” The corners of Childe’s eyes crinkled up as he smiled. “I was wondering, why don’t we do the dissection on you instead of the frog we had planned on? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure that the report and analysis are so perfect, he’ll probably even give us extra credit.”

“What did I even do? Whatever I did, tell me and I’ll fix it!”

"If you don’t even understand what you did wrong, then there’s even less reason for me to hold back.���

He stabbed her in the abdomen, though he had planned his first cut somewhere else. The motion was so sudden that (F/N) didn’t even have time to react to protect herself.

She screamed.

Childe’s eyes widened to mimic a maniacal expression at the sound, and his heart pounded feverishly at the thought of how much more pain he could put her through. The horror she’d be feeling as he continued to work on her with the very same surgical knives they had used in the lab just yesterday was enough to send him into a frenzy. But the best part is, the last thing on her mind won’t be (Y/N), but this murderer before her.

He should be the only one who was thinking about (Y/N).

“Delightful, absolutely delightful!” He chuckled as he pulled out the scissors. “Do you feel it now, (F/N)? The pain?! Come on, describe it to me in detail!”

“Ajax, stop, please! It hurts--!” (F/N) choked out, covering her fresh wound with one hand. The blood still trickled down between her fingers, staining them red. A metallic scent filled the air, making her gag, prompting her to swallow down the fresh blood that threatened to spill out from her throat.

Stab.

She could see her bruised and wet face reflected in his dark eyes.

Stab.

She attempted to stand up, but instead slipped and fell because of the hot pain shooting up from her legs.

Stab.

She couldn’t even process the pain anymore, and her vision was getting blurrier and blurrier as more and more black spots appeared.

“Don’t ignore me now! Talk to me!”

Childe’s voice sounded miles away.

Her throat felt red and raw from screaming, and her voice was getting weaker and weaker. The energy she originally possessed seemed to have left her, and she gave up fighting.

Not that Childe had noticed.

It was only after a few minutes, after he saw the way her arms laid limply at her sides, that he stopped. His bloody knife raised in midair, and him, breathless. He stared at the dead body in front of him, finally coming back to his senses.

With a sigh, he stood up and stretched. “Hahh…I got carried away again… She didn’t last that long. But either way, job finished. (Y/N)’s all mine. And anyone who gets in the way…”

“Childe?”

A familiar voice interrupted his monologue, and he turned around in surprise. A warm feeling blossomed in his chest as he met the newcomer’s eyes, and he pulled down his mask excitedly.

“(Y/N)! What brings you here?”

“Childe, is that…blood on you…?”

He opened his arms as (Y/N) started walking in his direction.

“Yes! (Y/N), I—!”

But she completely ignored him, not even sparing him a second glance, and approached the body behind him.

Standing in front of it, not moving a muscle.

Childe followed.

“Is this…(F/N)?” she said softly. “Is she...dead?”

Childe’s disappointment at her lack of attention quickly dissipated as he jumped to explain, grinning. “Yes, and yes! She was getting a bit too close to you, so I figured—”

“So you figured that killing her would be the best thing to do?” Her voice trembled. “Is that it?”

Childe blinked. Wasn’t she happy that he killed someone for her? Wasn’t she proud?

“Answer me!” She turned to look at him, her hands balled into fists, her tears wetting her cheeks. “Was that what you thought?!”

“Oh, (Y/N).” He cupped her face in his hands, his tone patient and almost condescending. “You don’t understand--”

“Don’t touch me!” She slapped them away and stepped back. “Don’t…don’t come near me.”

As if even the heavens were grieving with her, it started to pour. The blood washed away from Childe’s face, making him look more like a misunderstood man who had just arrived on the scene than anything else.

“It was for you! Aren’t you happy?” he shouted in an effort to let himself be heard over the rain.

“Happy? Don’t make me laugh!” (Y/N) shouted back, her reason for doing so differing from his. “I don’t care whether you killed someone because of me or not; what you did was absolutely wrong! In fact, I feel even worse because it was ‘for me’!”

Childe clenched his fists. “It was just one person! Why are you stressing so much over it?”

“‘Just one person’? Are you crazy?! You killed someone, Ajax!”

At that, Childe froze. (Y/N) had never called him by his given name since they had become friends.

“I overlooked the fact that you were part of that delinquent group at school because you didn’t seem to be like the other members.” Even through all the rain, he could hear the sadness penetrating through her angry front. “But you come and do—do this?”

Why was she so upset? He couldn’t understand why she cared so much about the girl. She should have that much care for him, not her.

And then, a sudden realization dawned on him. A realization that made him wish he hadn’t killed (F/N) so fast.

…does she…?

“Do you like her back?” he said. “Do you enjoy her company more than mine?”

“Is this what it’s about?! About some stupid romantic feelings?! She and I were just friends!”

She didn’t answer the question.

“So you did like her. That’s why you’re making such a big deal.”

“Excuse me? Me? Making a big deal? You just murdered someone, for god’s sake!”

He took a step toward her, and she took a step back.

“I don’t get it. What’s so good about her? What does she have that I don’t?”

Betrayal. Sadness. Confusion. Why her and not him?

“Tell me, (Y/N) -- what draws you in about her? She’s boring. She’s spoiled. She’s constantly seeking attention. What makes you love her? Talk to me!”

He took another step. And another. And another. (Y/N) tripped over (F/N)’s body, falling backwards into her pool of blood. Childe dropped down onto his knees in front of her, and dropped his knife to hold her shoulders with both hands. She flinched and tried to shake him off, but he just tightened his grip, his fingernails digging into her skin through her clothes.

“Why don’t you love me? I gave you so much, I tried showing my love to you so many times, but you always laugh it off! Why isn’t it the same with her?!”

“Let go!” (Y/N) said, pushing against his chest. She was pretty sure that her shoulders were bleeding at this point, and the distance between them was uncomfortably small.

“Just give me a chance! I’ll make you the happiest person in the world, I swear! I’ll even stop killing people—”

“People?” (Y/N) stopped, staring at him in disbelief. “You mean this wasn’t the only person you’ve killed?”

“Why does that matter to you? You didn’t even know half of them!”

“You’re—you’re out of your fucking mind! I can’t believe I was friends with a psycho like you! Let go of me!”

She gave a final push and Childe let go of her out of shock. Standing up, she fumbled for her phone.

Childe picked up his knife as she tried to dial 911 with shaky, wet fingers.

“Stupid water,” she cursed under her breath as the droplets kept on making the screen register her taps as her pressing on the number 5.

After a few more tries, the “call” button was clicked.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

(Y/N) glanced up and almost dropped her phone when she saw what Childe was holding. Nothing of use came out of her mouth when she tried to speak. She was petrified, rooted in her spot, scared of this man who had been so nice to her before all of this.

“Ajax, don’t,” was all she could whisper out.

“Hello? Ma’am? Who are you talking to?” the operator said.

She couldn’t hear her anymore, especially not over her accelerating heartbeat that was pounding in her ears. All she was focused on was the person who was getting closer and closer to her as each second ticked by. Her legs refused to move no matter how much she pleaded, and instead, gave out right as Childe arrived in front of her.

He had the advantage now.

He got down on one knee, grabbing her chin roughly. His piercing blue eyes that once sparkled with joy upon seeing her, now looked into hers with newfound clarity.

The answer had been right under his nose all along.

“If I can’t have you, then no one can.”

#childe x reader #childe x fem!reader #childe x you #genshin impact x you #yandere childe #gi childe #genshin impact childe #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact #genshin #genshin childe #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia x you #oneshot #y/n #childe genshin impact #yandere

[riitah]

[late night talks] - geto suguru x gn!reader

SYNOPSIS: to put it short, you had insomnia. very bad insomnia.

ever since you found out about the jujutsu world and why you saw these strange creatures everyone insisted weren’t there all throughout your life, you just...couldn’t sleep.

so here you were, roaming the dorm hallways, your steps careful, light. but your peaceful stroll was interrupted by a certain classmate -- not that you minded, but still.

“what are you doing up so late, (y/n)?

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

HONORABLE MENTION: special thank-you to my beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”! you caught a lot of typos for me in this one ✨

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is like, just a fluff piece. More of spending time quality time with Geto than anything too intimate. High school reader and Geto 🎉

Also, falling asleep cuddling Geto sounds so comforting ngl

Trees. Branches. And the occasional (howling) whisper of the wind. Perfect for falling asleep.

For most people, anyway.

For you, it’s been at least 23 hours since you last slept. Only 8 if you counted the 30-minute nap you took during class. And four since you tried every method to get your brain to fog up like it did whenever your teacher droned on and on about the importance of controlling your cursed energy flow.

Please just let me sleep. The teacher’s gonna yell at me again for doing it in class.

The wooden ceiling only stared back at you, offering no support whatsoever.

With a sigh, you sat up. The bed creaked at the movement, and your blankets fell from your shoulders, exposing you to the chilly night air. You pulled your knees to your chest, waiting for sleep that won’t be due until probably a few hours later.

I wish I could talk to someone right now.

It was weird. During the day, you had so much anxiety about everything that you could barely concentrate on what was happening. But now that you had the time, there was nothing.

Though you could probably start with this pre-existing world that you had just been tossed into a few weeks ago. Your parents were more open-minded than you had thought and immediately agreed to enroll you into Jujutsu Metropolitician Technical High -- or whatever it was called, you didn’t really pay attention -- as soon as they realized it was safe.

You had snorted at that. Was the school safe? Maybe. But was the job it was preparing you for safe? Not at all. A part of you wondered if they had some bias to begin with; after all, it meant that the things you saw all throughout your childhood -- things that everyone thought were your imaginary friends though you had constantly denied it -- and continued to see throughout your middle school years were real, and you weren’t just crazy.

It did bring some comfort knowing that other people saw these things too, but other than that, knowing that you had to fight them someday -- for a living, too -- made your heart fill with dread.

Maybe this wasn’t the right path for you. You had always been content with taking over your family’s soba shop, anyway.

Is it too late to unenroll myself?

15 minutes passed in silence as you rocked back and forth, and the clock lighted up to show that it was officially 2AM. Deciding that there was nothing better for you to do anyway, you left the warm comfort of your sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. Your bare feet brushed against the cold floor as you felt around for your slippers, sending goosebumps rising all over your skin.

After a few moments, you had found them (somehow, they were lying all the way at the corner of the bed). Gently, you slipped into them, and then stood up. Hoping that the walls were thick enough to prevent the sound of your footsteps from reaching your dorm neighbors, you took light steps towards the door.

After making sure that nobody was on the other side, you slowly opened it, holding your breath. Thankfully, it didn’t creak on its hinges, and you exited your room.

You couldn’t describe it very well, but the air out here was crispier and sharper, somehow. The environment was still as unfamiliar as ever, however, and you longed to be back home, away from all of this nonsense.

You looked out the window. The moon was surprisingly bright tonight, illuminating the hallways and casting long shadows along the walls.

You took a careful step forward. No sound.

You tested the floorboards a few more times before you were comfortable enough to walk around without taking six seconds per step.

This is peaceful.

You quietly hummed to yourself as you walked down the hallway, trailing two fingers that occasionally bumped into the wooden framework along the cool glass.

“(Y/N)?”

A familiar voice suddenly interrupted your night stroll, and you jumped. You turned your attention away from the stars and directed it at the person who called out your name.

Suguru, you realized. He was your deskmate, and always had a friendly smile on his face whenever the two of you talked. You weren’t best friends, but you were far from acquaintances.

Far enough for you to have caught feelings for him and for you to crave for something more.

“What are you doing up so late?” He closed the distance between the two of you by a few meters, his tone concerned.

“I, was, uhm--”

You gawked at his face for a few moments. His hair, which was usually up in a bun, framed the sides of it, giving him an almost ethereal look in the soft lighting. And his features were--

“You were...?” he repeated, amused, dragging you out of your thoughts.

You cleared your throat, embarrassed. “Taking a walk. I couldn’t fall asleep.”

He had a thoughtful look on his face. “I see.”

“So. What are you doing up so late?”

“I needed a glass of water. The training was pretty intense today. Wasn’t enough to tire you out, though.”

“I think we both saw how I walked right into Mei Mei’s crow. It’s okay, you can laugh.”

He cracked a smile as you rubbed at the area where the bird had hit you with its beak. And it was starting to throb again.

“You wanna talk?”

“Huh?”

“You clearly have a lot on your mind.”

“Says who?”

He shook his head. “Keeping it all in isn’t healthy, so what’s up?”

You reluctantly agreed and sat down, leaning against the wall. He did the same, taking a seat right next to you.

“It’s just been kind of stressful lately. Actually, ever since I started coming here, I couldn’t fall asleep. Like at all.”

He nodded in understanding. “It’s pretty hard getting used to this place.”

“Really? You seem to be taking it all in pretty well, though.” Despite also coming from a normal, non-sorcerer family, he had fit right in at this school since day one. Unlike you.

He chuckled at your response. “Trust me, I’m struggling behind closed doors. But it gets easier.”

Does it, though?

“I’m really worried about everything.” You looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers. “I don’t know if I want to get involved in all this curse stuff. I don’t exactly have the courage to face these things, you know? I thought I just needed to deal with seeing them all the time, but no, I have to fight them, too.”

“I get it.”

“You do?” You looked at him, puzzled.

“To a certain extent. Sometimes I get anxious about dying and wonder if I made the wrong choice.”

“How do you...’get rid’ of that fear?”

“The thoughts don’t go away, but remembering that I’m doing it to help people helps a lot. By taking on this role, I’m helping those who can’t protect themselves from these curses. We sorcerers exist to protect non-sorcerers -- that’s what I believe, but it’s not wrong to want to run from it all. We just have to get stronger so our chances of dying slim down.” He tilted his head to one side, looking at you with a kind smile. “I personally think you’d make a great sorcerer someday, (Y/N). Even if you don���t think so right now.”

Your cheeks heated at his words. After mumbling a quick thanks, you changed the subject to something else, the majority of your anxiety seemingly having dissipated into the air after hearing what he said. He didn’t question it.

You didn’t know how much time had passed as you two talked about random things, the topics ranging from home life to funny moments at your middle schools. By the end of the conversation -- which was marked by your yawns slowly integrating themselves into your sentences and your slow responses -- you felt as if you had known him your entire life.

He walked you to your room’s door, still laughing at the story you told him earlier. “Well, goodnight, (Y/N),” he said, wiping a tear from his eye with a finger. “I was mildly annoyed at having to get out of bed, but I’m glad I did.”

You grinned back at him, your hand on the doorknob and twisting it. “Likewise.”

The door didn’t open.

You turned to look down at it, confused, and twisted it again.

Still nothing except for a rattling sound.

You glanced at the position of the door in the hallway, eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sure this is the right door...”

Oh, crap. I think I locked it out of habit when I closed it.

“Is it locked?” Suguru asked, peering over your shoulder. “You can sleep in my room if you want.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his offer, but you shook your head. “Yeah, it is. And I can’t do that.”

“If you’re worried about anything happening, I’ll sleep outside. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Wait, no, that’s not what I meant--” You turned to him and shook your head frantically. “Suguru, I trust you a lot. I just don’t want you to lose sleep. Especially since you stayed awake for me.”

“Then I’ll take the floor,” he suggested.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the cold hard ground in your own room...”

“And I can’t have my friend who’s staying over sleep on the ‘cold hard ground’ either. You’ll catch a cold both ways.”

“Friend,” huh.

You stared at him. He stared at you back.

“...”

“...”

“I mean...I wouldn’t mind if we just shared the bed... Unless it would be too uncomfortable for you?”

He chuckled for the second time that night. “Not at all. I’ll take your reply as a yes, then?”

You nodded meekly, and he guided you to his room by placing his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers up your spine. His door unlocked with a soft click and he let you in first.

You couldn’t see very well, but from what you could make out, it was a lot tidier than you had expected. The floor wasn’t littered with dirty laundry or empty instant ramen boxes everywhere, at least.

The overall layout of the room was the same in every dorm, so you made your way to where you remembered your bed being. And thank god you were correct, because you tripped on something and fell face-first.

“You okay?” Suguru called out as he made his way to you, his voice worried.

“Yeah.” Yours was muffled, your face still buried in his blankets that smelled too much like the laundry detergent your family used, too tired to get up. “I just tripped a little.”

“Sorry about that. I didn’t get much of a chance to clean it today,” he apologized. “Ah, you’re finally worn out, aren’t you?”

“Mmhm...”

He turned you around and you felt his arms go behind your back and under your legs, but you were too tired to care. He lifted you up and gently placed you on one side of the bed before slipping in next to you.

His chest was pressed against your back despite his best efforts to maintain some distance, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. It was fast but rhythmic, and gradually slowed after he pulled the blankets above the both of your shoulders.

All of that had alerted you from your sleepy state, and you thought you were back to not being able to get a few hours in because of the proximity, but you were wrong. No sooner had you uttered a soft “goodnight” back, you had fallen asleep, the last thing on your mind being you reminding yourself to go out late at night more often.

Not hearing the quiet “I love you” from the person behind you that followed.

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[riitah]

I’VE GENUINELY NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THIS LMAOOO I DON’T EVEN TRY TO IMAGINE HIS EYES UNDER THERE

i’m gonna be thinking about this post whenever i see him with his blindfold on 💀💀💀 

Listen, you cannot convince me Gojo isn't constantly staring like a sparkling wide-eyed maniac under that blindfold of his

#reblogs 🌱 #jjk #gojo satoru 🤞

[riitah]

[chocolate kisses] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: gojo satoru is your best friend, and always will be. nothing more, nothing less. despite you having rejected him years ago, there was no awkward tension between the two of you. in fact, to everyone else, it seemed as if you two were already a thing well before gojo had said anything. holding hands, sharing sweets, falling asleep on each other’s shoulders – these were things couples did, no?

yeah, but everything was strictly platonic. from your viewpoint, anyway.

but lately, you’ve been getting this strange sensation near your chest whenever the two of you decided to do something that required physical contact. and these beautiful, mesmerizing eyes that you didn’t think much of before now put you in a trance whenever he takes off his blindfold.

how could you confess your feelings when you were the one who refused his?

WORD COUNT: 1.5k  

HONORABLE MENTIONS: special thank-you to my beta readers “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom” and forel :)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I’ve recently started getting into Jujutsu Kaisen and, though I don’t exactly have a strong romantic attraction to him, Gojo’s been on my mind a lot. After reading several pieces of fanfiction about him, I decided that I wanted to write my own (honestly his personality’s probably gonna be so influenced by them 😭). So enjoy a small oneshot featuring this man, the first work on my blog that isn’t Genshin related.

Also, we’re gonna pretend that the Jujutsu world pumps out daily newspaper articles that only sorcerers can access 😁👍

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer. You would’ve liked to add “self-proclaimed” in front of it, but there was no denying how powerful your best friend was. Especially after you personally fought him one-on-one.

You scowled and turned off your phone, freeing yourself from having to continue reading the article titled, “Gojo Satoru, the World’s Strongest Jujutsu’s Sorcerer, has Defeated Yet Another High Grade Curse and Saved Millions of Lives!” with his – as much as you hated to admit it – gorgeous face plastered smack in the middle of the screen every few paragraphs. Were all of the exclusive Jujutsu World newsletters and their long-ass titles about him now?

“(Y/N)!” someone shouted from outside the door. Moments later, a certain white-haired individual popped his head into the room, a gleeful smile on his face. “You’re still here! What’re you doing?”

Speak of the devil.

You sighed in response, massaging your right temple as you mentally prepared for another lunch break spent with this man. “Toru, don’t you have anything else to do other than coming here to bother me?”

With an exaggerated gesture, he clamped one of his hands over his chest and tilted his head to one side. “I’m hurt! Don’t you enjoy my company?”

“The day I got assigned to the seat next to you back when we were students at Jujutsu High was one of the worst days of my life.”

“Aw, c’mon, we both know that I made your high school years the most enjoyable!”

He strode into the room – quite indifferently, a sharp contrast to his previous overdramaticized display of sadness – and with him, his intimidating aura. Despite his laidback attitude, he did carry a pinch of…

You squinted at him as he set down a paper bag on the coffee table and plopped down next to you with his legs spread wide as if he was trying to get into your personal space without actually doing so, quietly searching for a word that fit.

“What’s up?” He noticed your gaze and turned to look at you, a smirk resting on his lips. Despite his eyes being covered by the blindfold that he constantly paired with almost all of his outfits (which is…just one), you could tell that there was a teasing glimmer in them right now. “Finally regretting rejecting me? Hm?”

You snorted at the joke that he’s made one too many times, and when he leaned in you lightly pushed against his chest. “You wish. And stop occupying 75% of a couch that’s meant to fit at least three people.”

To this, he closed his legs and scooted closer to you instead. The wood creaked under his weight as he gently pressed against your side.

Your arms resting against each other.

Your breathing syncing.

His head moving to rest on top of yours.

You playfully rolled your eyes and indulged in his intimate behavior like you always did. Only this time – along with the various other times the last few weeks – every touch felt electrifying and sent shivers down your spine.

You pushed these weird sensations aside, entwining his fingers in yours, something you’ve done well over a million times. His hand felt rough, calloused – all from training, you knew. A direct piece of evidence that proved just how much work he put into becoming the best of the best. A direct piece of evidence that proved why he held the title of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer and not you.

Biting down a surge of jealousy, you closed your eyes and gently laid your head on his shoulder. Noticing how his posture felt somewhat stiff, you started rubbing invisible circles into the back of his hand – just the way he liked it when he felt stressed.

You heard him exhale, a quiet sound that exited his body with poise and ease. You weren’t sure how anyone could breathe so elegantly, but here he was. And, just as you expected, his body sank lower into the cushioned seats as the tension left it, pulling you backwards.

For several moments, everything felt tranquil. Then, he just had to ruin it with a, “(Y/N), your heartbeat’s accelerating,” the smugness in his tone evident.

You harshly elbowed him and pinched his cheek, pulling on it hard.

“Ow!”

You half expected him to turn on his Infinity, but your fingers remained in contact with his face with no signs of slipping.

“Okay, okay, it didn’t – now will you please let go?”

You released him from your grasp and he rubbed at the spot, which was now red. “You know, if you wanted to touch my face so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

“Are you asking for a slap this time, Gojo Satoru?”

“Will that make you stay with me until the end of your break?”

“No, that’ll cost you another five slaps.”

“So mean! My presence should be more than enough to cover for it.”

“Not everyone’s obsessed with you,” you huffed indignantly before readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position. “Get that inflated ego of yours checked out.”

He merely chuckled and pulled you closer to him, moving his thumb to the area where your pulse resided. “But are you sure you’re not in love with me? (Y/N)?”

His voice dropped an octave when he drawled out your name. And your chest tightened in a way you couldn’t explain. Without even realizing it, you dug your fingernails into his skin, your breathing shallow.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you managed to say with a shake of your head.

“Keep pressing your sharp fingernails into my hand and I’ll start bleeding.” He laughed, and then, before you could apologize, added, “And I mean, why else would you be reading an article about me?”

“You – you saw that?” you whispered, horrified. Just how long had he been watching you before he made his presence known?

“So you are head over heels for me?”

He was half teasing, and half serious. You didn’t know how you should respond and looked down at your lap.

Seconds lapsed by in silence, but they felt like an eternity. Without alerting you to what he was doing, Gojo slid his blindfold off and shook his head a little.

Then he parted his lips, his voice more sincere than you’ve ever heard it.

“(Y/N), will you look at me?”

And you reluctantly obliged, heart nearly stopping when you met his pretty blue eyes.

His messy hair, now no longer supported by the black piece of fabric, swept over his forehead like a blanket of snow. And his eyes, half lidded as he stared down at you expectantly, sparkled like rare jewels in the dim light.

They were beautiful. He was beautiful.

You wondered if he was just doing this to guide you towards the more favorable answer to his second to last question.

“Please tell me the truth, (Y/N).”

You swallowed thickly, unable to look away. Mesmerized.

Entranced.

The way he said it made you want to give in with a simple “yes.”

“I–you–? I mean–”

When you finally spoke, words tumbled out of your mouth out of order, reducing whatever meaning you meant to put behind them to nothing but a mess of letters.

“I…I think so? I don’t know–”

And Gojo stared at your reddening face all the while, his serious façade breaking as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in amusement.

“Let me ask you this, then.”

He brought his face closer to yours, the distance between the two of you almost enough for the tips of your noses to touch.

“What do you feel when I do this?”

He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, his finger slightly brushing against your cheekbone.

“Or when I touch you like this?

One warm hand caressed your cheek, a faint scent of chocolate wafting to your nose.

“…giddy,” you mumbled, the proximity and skin contact making you a little dizzy. “And nervous, I suppose.”

His eyes flickered from your (E/C) ones to your lips.

“And what if I told you I wanted to kiss you right now?”

The same hand trailed down your jaw until it reached your chin, where it stopped, awaiting your answer.

You didn’t know what sudden wave of confidence washed over you, but the next words that left your mouth weren’t products of a stumbling, stuttering mess.

“I’d let you.”

Without wasting any more time, he closed the remaining distance by bringing his lips to yours.

They were soft – just like you had imagined them to be, if not better – and tasted like chocolate. As he pressed himself against you, you ran your hand through his hair, enjoying every declaration of love he mumbled against your lips.

“You made me wait years for this, you know. Really uncool.”

You giggled when he leaned down to steal another kiss, arms still wrapped around his neck. “I know. Consider it punishment for constantly teasing me for more than an entire decade.”

Your competitive streak didn’t die down, no. But for now, maybe you could see him as something more than just a best friend and rival.

You smiled as you watched him grab the bag he placed on the table earlier and dig into it to hand you your favorite box of chocolates.

Gojo Satoru. The strongest jujutsu sorcerer, and the only one who has your heart.

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