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quartzalynlove · 6 months

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Nervous

Pairing: teen! gojo x black fem reader

Summary: gojo was a cocky son of a gun but for some reason that changed whenever you were around

A/N: I've got too much tumblr stuff I'm tryna juggle😞

Geto just wanted a little one-on-one with Gojo, but that idiot was too occupied with staring at you as you finished stretching for combat training. He'd been going on like this for two weeks, if he wasn't staring at you, he was thinking about you and nothing else. Geto sighed as he threw the ball at Gojo. He didn't even have his infinity on.

"What the hell, man?" He grabbed his arm where the ball hit

Geto went to grab the ball himself, throwing shade as he passed Gojo.

"If you're not gonna focus at least find the balls to talk to her."

"The hell are you talking about?"

Geto held the ball at his side as he stood next to Gojo. "You stare at Y/N like she's a piece of meat."

Gojo scoffed, "No, I don't." He said as he watched your arms flex while you stretched them behind your back.

Next were hamstring stretches, Gojo watched your dark curls and toned legs for a moment until he realized you were doing toe touches. He finally looked at Geto.

"At least you're not a pervert." Geto walked off as he dribbled the ball, Gojo following behind.

"Shut up."

For a while, Gojo was actually focused. It was anyone's game as usual, both of them staying evenly matched. Gojo scored another point, but caught a glimpse of you sparring with Shoko. He tried to keep his head in the game, but that split second he caught of you felt like an eternity. Your strength was just so captivating, not to mention your beauty to match.

Gojo tried to handle his ball but missed his shot despite how close it was. Finally, the bell rang, and Geto sighed. Coming next to Gojo, he watched his best friend continue to stare at your backside.

"Tell her, Satoru," he said. "I hate winning because you aren't engaged."

There was no way he'd say it out loud, but there was no way Gojo could confess to you. He was intimidated by you. It was stupid that he was, you were so nice, but you were also so cool, so pretty, so strong. What could he possibly have to offer you? Sure, he wanted to be with you, but would you want to be with him?

"Hold on," Geto said, suddenly. "Are you scared to talk to her?"

The expression Gojo's face twisted into said no, but the blush over his cheeks proved otherwise.

"Huh! Of course not; she's just a girl."

"A girl you like," Geto added. "I'm not making fun of you, Satoru, but it's not like she'll rip your head off."

Gojo sighed, his gaze shyly returning back to you. "Yeah, but...who wouldn't be scared to talk to her. Have you seen her? She's..."

Geto nudged Gojo who was so lost in your image that he wasn't paying attention. "Coming this way."

Gojo's eyes widened; Geto was right. With a towel in hand, wiping the sweat from your glistening face and chest you approached them. No. You approached Gojo. He looked to Geto with his mouth hanging open, but he simply hit Gojo on the shoulder with a smile.

"See you in class, Satoru." Geto walked away.

Gojo was ready to kill Geto right in the gym, but he froze as you stopped right in front of him.

"Yo, Gojo."

He thought he'd melt right there at the sight of the towel draped over your shoulder and the small smile on your face.

"Y-yo, Y/N." He kicked himself for the way he stuttered, but thankfully, you didn't seem to notice.

Gojo was struggling to pay attention to your words, more focused on each of your muscles that flexed as you pulled your hair back in a ponytail.

"Could you spar with me next time," you asked. "Shoko says I've started to surpass her. I doubt I'll be able to keep up with you, but it's either you or Geto."

Gojo's brows rose at the humble laugh you gave. He had no idea what your strength levels were, but for all he knew the two of you could be on the same level. Was that why he liked you? No, it was because in spite of all that, you still lifted up those that were weak, by his standards. You looked after the innocent on missions and assisted your fellow sorcerers. You were everything Gojo wasn't. Gojo could feel himself blushing.

"You alright?" You tilted your head with concern as you noticed Gojo's flushed cheeks.

"Yeah!" Gojo said quickly, his voice cracking slightly. Swallowing that extra embarrassment, he cleared his throat and finally answered your question. "Yeah...I'll train with you."

A bright smile spread across your face, "Thank you," you beamed. "I've almost perfected my reverse cursed technique, and if I get it right I'll be able to help so many people."

Your compassion was astounding. Gojo had seen you obliterate curses without breaking a sweat, but they weren't even your main concern. It warmed something in him. Your passion was admirable, and that smile...he wanted to make you smile like that all the time.

You started to turn on your heels, waving goodbye to Gojo, "I guess I'll see you in class," you said. "Don't be late. You're still not back on Yaga sensei's good side."

Gojo wanted to move, but he was stuck in place as you started walking away. How long could he let this go on? Would he even be at his 'A' game when you started training? You were so many things he couldn't define, and he didn't even feel worthy enough to ask you out. Still, it was now or never. He either faced rejection now or let you figure it out after you beat him way too easily.

Gojo sighed before catching right as you opened the gym door, "Y/N," he called.

As you turned back, Gojo started to catch up with you. Before he knew it, he was right in front of you. Your beautiful dark eyes gazing softly at him was enough to want to make him chicken out, but there was not turning back now. After a moment of hesitation, Gojo spoke.

"After school, did you want to see that movie you've been talking about?" Despite his best efforts, Gojo couldn't look at you. He glanced around before struggling to meet your eyes.

You smiled again, softly and definitely catching on, "Zombie Catchers 3," you chuckled lightly. "But I thought you said zombie movies suck?"

Gojo bit the inside of his cheek. Not too long ago, you, him, Shoko, and Geto got into a debate over the best movie monsters. Gojo believed that aliens were undefeated.

"I did, but...you really like them."

You couldn't stop yourself from smiling. You didn't think Gojo would remember how you've been waiting for that movie to come out, but he did. Gojo remembered so many things about you. Even if they were things he disagreed with, they were your traits and quirks. They only made him fall harder for you.

It was your turn to get a little nervous and hesitate before you answered. "Then I guess it's a date."

You and Gojo shared a glance before you left the gym, and he followed not too far behind.

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ilovelovewithallmyheart · 7 months

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Back When We Were Younger

TW: Mentions of drowning, throwing up and fight scenes

“𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙢.”

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙩. 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚.

“𝘽𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.”

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Fate is a strange thing. The stronger it tries to force two people apart, the more those two people are bound to be together. Even as misunderstandings last and the years pile on, Gojo and Y/n are bound to meet once again. And once they do, something beautiful blossoms in their neglected garden.

Hey guys! It's the author here. I'm imploring you guys to give this a read. It's actually really, really beautiful. I cried a bit while writing the end. There's so much angst, and it all gets tied up in a little ribbon in the end. So please read it all!

If you guys have any requests for one-shots, please request!

Word count: 6k

Time to read: 30 minutes

Okay i swear I'm terrible at writing one shots but it's so so so worth it!

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“Don’t marry him.”

His face was set. Hard. He took off his blindfold, making himself look more sincere and vulnerable.

“Be with me.”

*12 years ago*

“What’s your type, Geto?” Shoko suddenly asked.

The entire second-year class was sprawled out on the floor, tired and flattened out by Yaga’s training program.

The entire class seemed to cease breathing due to how sudden the question was.

Geto chuckled warmly. “Where did that come from?”

“C’mon Geto answer the question!” Gojo swatted Geto from his position on the floor.

“Gojo, you answer too.” Y/n giggled.

“Huuuh!”

Shoko smiled knowingly at Y/n. As Y/n’s best friend, she knew about Y/n’s decade-long crush on Gojo.

A fruitless crush that was terribly one-sided.

Even after all these years Gojo was still childishly clueless.

“Hmmm.” Geto’s deep voice seemed to rumble. “I would say…someone that is intelligent. A girl that is witty.”

“BOH-RING.” Gojo cupped his hands to his mouth like a megaphone.

“I prefer a tall busty woman with a big ass.” From Y/n’s spot on the floor, she saw Gojo wink and lick his lips at Geto.

This was the most Y/n ever found out up to that point about Gojo’s type.

And, to Y/n’s absolute dismay, she was definitely NOT tall, busty, and nor of big ass.

A beat paused, broken by Shoko making an understanding sound. “Yeaaah? I never took you for that kind of guy.”

Another pause, in which Shoko tried to catch Y/n’s eye. Y/n smiled at Shoko jokingly, but Shoko knew Y/n well enough to know that she was crushed.

“What? Every guy wants that kind of girl!” Gojo put his arms up in defense, further adding to Y/n’s bad mood.

Great. Now he basically just said that I’ll die unloved.

Y/n stole a glace at Gojo. He looked deep in thought, his cerulean blue eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Powerful.”

“Hmm?” Y/n queried.

Gojo turned his head to look a Y/n.

His feet were pointed to the right of the room, while Y/n was facing left. Nonetheless, their heads were still right next to eachother, only inches apart. “I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.” He grinned, and Y/n couldn’t help smiling too. The limited space between them caused a roaring in Y/n’s ears and she quickly turned her head away before Gojo could see her bright red blush forming.

The words suddenly sunk in.

“Bruh.” Y/n died inside.

“Dude-“

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA” Shoko busted out laughing.

“At this point, you’re better off dating yourself.” Geto wheezed, and Gojo good-naturedly laughed as well.

Y/n was the only one not laughing. As the weakest sorceress in the class, this was not a laughing matter.

Y/n wanted to leap out of the classroom window and drown herself in the river in the moonlight.

“Girls’ turn.” Gojo pressed, after everyone settled down.

Shoko sighed. “I’m not that romantic.”

“Oh come on Shoko!” Y/n whined. Shoko sighed again. “Someone that…is rich.”

“Eyyyyy that’s my girl.” Gojo sat up, and leaned on his arms. Shoko immediately shot up too, glaring at Gojo with intense hate. “Never call me that again.”

Gojo and Shoko always bickered, and that set them off once again. Over the loud yelling and back-to-back quips, Geto sat up too and moved closer to Y/n. They were the grounded duo, the people that were the most sane. “What about you, Y/n?”

Y/n sat up slowly. The thing is, her type was the complete opposite of Gojo’s character.

“Someone that can settle down with me and start a family.” She smiled at Geto, appreciating him. Y/n was often forgotten in the class, not having any characteristics that were cool. She blended in with the crowd. But Geto would always seem to find her, even when she was surrounded by a thousand other people.

Somewhere in the back of Y/n’s mind, she still believed that Gojo could settle down with her.

Geto looked up in thought. “That first year seems like a good match. The blondie. What was his name…Kento Nanami!”

Y/n immediately looked over at Shoko. From day one she was preaching that she should go out with Nanami. Shoko winked.

Y/n turned back to Geto. “You think?” She laughed and blushed a little.

Gojo saw Shoko’s wink and stopped arguing. Then he turned to Y/n and saw her blush. A few seconds passed when he could feel a deep falling sensation in his chest, then it was gone.

For the next few weeks Y/n felt disturbed. Gojo’s type deeply ruined her peace. She needed closure, something that she could tick off on his list to make her feel better. She could try to do squats, but that was about it. Her cursed technique was a lost cause.

Changing the shape of air.

What a lame excuse for a technique.

It was a Saturday night and Gojo was off in Tokyo doing God knows what. Geto locked himself in his room, probably reading a poetry book and Shoko was out with friends.

Y/n was in the training room. She had nowhere else to be. To pass the time Y/n played around with her technique a little bit. She condensed the air tightly and pushed the mannequins around, the air block being invisible. That was the thing with her technique. No glory to it at all. It was all invisible, and her cursed energy was invisible too.

“I’ll only date women who are stronger or on par with me in power.”

How can I become stronger? How can I stop being so weak?

“You need to push yourself, Y/n. Force yourself to do things out of the realm of possibility.” Yaga always said.

“I need to push.” Y/n concentrated on her words.

PUSH.

She literally condensed the air even tighter than she used to. The air was so tight it was super solid. “I wonder…” She thought aloud. She sharpened the end of the block. Made it thinner.

Then, she sent it clean through the mannequin’s neck. It fell to the floor with a thud.

“Holy crap.”

She tried it again. And again. Slice, slice, slice. All the mannequins were now headless by a range of different air weapons. Knives, swords, katanas, multiple weapons at once too.

For the first time in Y/n’s life, she felt powerful.

It was all so easy. She could slice the necks clean off the curses without any effort, and they never even knew she was there. They didn’t even know what killed them.

Y/n felt the power surge through her. She knew, deep down, that she was powerful. More powerful than Shoko. More powerful than Geto.

That final push was all that she needed to unlock the chamber that held her full potential.

And it terrified her.

A person so used to having nothing was now granted everything.

Y/n didn’t think of herself as a masochist, but she hid her power. Pretended to be the same. She didn’t want things to change.

She also knew deep down that if she revealed her power, Gojo would finally see her.

And that was the real masochistic part of Y/n.

She didn’t want to be seen that way by Gojo. A person only with power. She wanted him to fall for her, not with the power she held.

In the Kyoto sister exchange event, she purposefully got out early and pouted about it in the end. She purposefully stuffed up her one-on-one fights. She purposefully didn’t say a word when Gojo proudly announced that he mastered his domain expansion, knowing that she mastered her's months ago.

She felt wrong about skipping out on hard missions, like when Gojo and Geto had to escort Tengen’s Star Plasma Vessel.

(SEASON 2 SPOILERS AHEAD)

She felt terrible when the mission failed. A lingering thought in her mind reminded her that if she was on that mission, the Vessel wouldn’t have died.

She felt horrible when Gojo lay on the floor, about to die.

She hated herself for allowing Yaga to usher her and Shoko into a safe room when she should’ve been out there fighting.

And she always blamed herself for Geto turning over to the dark side.

*2 months later*

Y/n sat on the veranda late at night eating ice cream mochi. She couldn’t sleep. The guilt wasn’t as bone-shattering as it was, but it still throbbed from time to time. And this was one of those nights.

Gojo was still strong. He still put on a brave face for her and Shoko.

And Shoko and Y/n never spoke out about those nights when Gojo went missing and returned with his clothes all ruffled and hickeys on his neck. That was his coping mechanism.

“Isn’t it strange, Shoko?” Y/n said vacantly to Shoko one night.

“What is?” Shoko watched with narrowed eyes as Gojo sauntered back to his dorm, clearly drunk and dishevelled.

“Isn’t it ironic how one person’s coping mechanism is the one thing causing another person to not be able to cope at all?” Y/n thought about that sentence from time to time. And she thought about that sentence while she ate her mochi.

Gojo was at that point in his relationship where he never even came back at night at all. He never spoke of her, never brought her out to meet Y/n and Shoko. She wasn’t ever mentioned. There was never a name. Y/n just referred to her in her head as ‘the other woman’.

On that mochi feast night Lana Del Rey’s ‘The Other Woman’ played on Y/n’s spotify shuffle the exact moment Gojo swayed through the Jujutsu Tech Gates. (recommended that you play it while you read)

“I wonder what she’s like.” Y/n said softly to herself. A burning sensation filled her chest, the same one that always came when she thought about the other woman.

He walked drunkenly over to his dorm while the music played.

♩The other woman has time to manicure her nails♩

♩The other woman is perfect where her rival fails♩

♩And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere♩

In order to get to his dorm, he needed to pass Y/n’s dorm. He staggered towards her and she clenched her fists.

♩The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume♩

♩The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room♩

As Gojo turned right to his dorm building he swayed and fell.

Y/n immediately sprang up to help him.

She lifted his limp body off the floor and cradled his head. She observed his outfit. A button-up that was buttoned up wrong, jeans that were zipped but not buttoned, a red angry hickey on his neck and red lipstick marks all over his mouth and chest.

He looked at her through heavy lids, his beautiful, beautiful blue eyes roaring with the ocean’s waves.

♩And there are never toys that’s scattered everywhere♩

“Gojo, come on, stand up.” Y/n attempted to heave Gojo upwards, but he groaned in protest. Seeing Gojo in that kind of state with another woman’s lipstick all over him made her want to pick him up and throw him into the river, and then drown herself alongside him.

♩And when her old man comes to call♩

♩He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen♩

Y/n gave up on trying to move him and just sat with his head in her lap. She stared into his eyes and he dimly stared back. She sighed. “Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.”

A glint returned to his eyes. He grimly smiled. “She’s not my girlfriend.” He replied in a thick voice. The first thing he said all night. “And it’s none of your business.” A harsher cut to his words sent a fresh wave of despair to wash over Y/n.

♩’Cause to be by her side♩

“You forgot to turn your Infinity on” Y/n realised with a start. She glared at Gojo. “That was stupid and reckless of you.” The first time she touched him. And it was because he wanted to get touched by the other woman.

“No,” He murmured lowly.

“I never have my infinity on when I’m with you.”

♩It’s such a change from old routine♩

Y/n’s mouth parted in shock and her arms lifted hesitantly. Strength seemed to return to Gojo’s limbs and he stood up and looked at Y/n before turning to his dorm.

Y/n was still on the ground as she watched Gojo walk to his dorm, his back to her.

♩The other woman will always cry herself to sleep♩

♩The other woman will never have his love to keep♩

♩And as the years go by, the other woman will spend her life alone♩

The next week came and Y/n felt even worse about Geto, and now about Gojo. She was confused about what he meant by his infinity, and even more so when Gojo acted like nothing happened. She was staring at the moon as it slowly began its ascent into the sky.

‘The Other Woman’ was playing again, and was just about to end.

It felt like a knife was stabbed into her heart and twisted left and right at what she saw next.

Gojo.

Leaving the high school with another buttoned-up shirt, this time with a wrapped-up gift.

♩Alone♩

*10 years later*

Y/n left the Jujutsu world as soon as she graduated. She left as a grade 4 sorcerer, meaning she wasn’t of any use to the higher-ups anyway. She got a job as a pharmacist and had been living peacefully and happily ever since. She still contacted Shoko occasionally, but she cut all contact with Gojo.

She never attempted to contact him, and he never attempted to contact her.

It was better that way, Y/n believed. He was a ghost of her sorceress past, a dark and twisted part of her life that she decided to leave behind. Y/n never bothered to think about her feelings about him. In the past 10 years, her feelings for Gojo didn’t fade, truthfully. They were beaten down and thrown to the side, ignored for a decade.

In truth, she had seen someone lately. A gorgeous tall man called Asahi who was the CEO of a technology company. She didn’t think anything of it.

It wasn’t that big of a deal.

He’s just a billionaire, that’s it.

It was just one date.

But one date turned into two dates.

Two dates turned into three.

Three dates turned into four.

Four dates turned into a casual stay at the Peninsula Tokyo (one of the most expensive luxury hotels).

It came to a point where the relationship was becoming serious, and it scared Y/n. At the point they were headed…it was a clear road to marriage. She couldn’t even count the number of dates they had gone on anymore. And she had no idea why she wasn’t excited.

The next date was to an expensive restaurant in Tokyo, the day before Christmas.

Y/n got ready beforehand. She put on a red dress, and black heels and styled her hair in curls.

(Jujutsu Kaisen Zero Movie Spoilers Ahead!!)

She did a quick once over in the mirror and was overall happy with what she looked like. She got two notifications on her phone.

Asahi:

Can’t wait to have dinner with you. Are you a fan of soft-shell crabs?

Y/n smiled and replied:

That sounds great, but that’s not on the menu?

She checked her other message. Little did she know that that message would change her life forever.

Shoko:

Right now. Shinjuku. Urgent.

Y/n’s heart dropped to her stomach. This could only mean one thing. Jujutsu chaos. And if Shoko asked for help from a Grade 4 sorceress, it was urgent. Y/n didn’t even change out of her dress. She found a Fox mask to cover her face and urgently sent a text to Asahi cancelling the date.

Public transport wouldn’t get her there in time. She had a hunch. So, with her red dress billowing behind her and expensive heels click-clacking she jumped from roof to roof, her curled hair streaming behind her in the moonlight.

Meanwhile, Asahi got her text and sadly clutched the small black box containing a diamond ring inside.

The skyline of Shinjuku was horrid. Dozens of low-level curses flew in, blocking out the sky. Gruesome and oozing, Y/n watched in terror, her feet rooted to the spot. She shakily stepped to the ledge of the roof and watched as Jujutsu Sorcerors and students alike fought with all their might. The night breeze made her shiver in her dress.

Then, taking a deep breath, she created hundreds of blades in the air, more than she had ever done before.

“Oh?” A student said, from down below. “Kaeru, is it just me, or did the air just get really thin here?”

Y/n took a deep breath.

Then she pushed the blades forward, stabbing and decapitating hundreds of curses all at once.

Students dodged in terror as the bodies plunged from the sky, while Sorcerors stared in amazement.

“Who did that?”

“Was it Gojo?”

“I can’t detect any cursed energy,” Nanami mumbled. He easily dodged the severed head of a curse. He inspected the head but found no trace of cursed residue.

He scanned the skyline, and his eyes widened. A woman, in a red dress with a mask on.

(I just made this bit up, so the spoilers are over for the movie!)

A fresh wave of monsters appeared. This time, they were even more powerful than the rest. “Special grade.” Y/n’s eyes widened in horror. Giant, deformed curses stumbled in, grabbing sorcerers and ripping them apart. The blood of a young student splayed out onto the streets.

Y/n remembered Geto, and how she failed him. She remembered being young and weak. Then she remembered her power.

She jumped off the roof and summoned a large blade to slice through the giant’s head in a second. She then landed on the giant’s head as it hit the ground. More giants stumbled in. “EVERYONE GET BACK!” Y/n roared. Registered Sorcerers ushered the students and themselves back in awe. Nanami took off his goggles, his jaw slack.

Four special-grade giants thundered in, their roars cut short by their bodies being sliced to shreds spontaneously by a range of hand movements made by Y/n. The slices fell to the floor with a large thud and Y/n was covered in Curse Blood. The crowd of sorcerors were silent. Y/n panted heavily, then turned to the crowd. “Does anyone know where the really deadly curses are?”

“Who are you?” A student asked. Y/n shook her head. Nanami cleared his throat. “With Gojo.” She turned towards him. Her eye twitched behind the mask. “And where might he be?”

“The roof of the Shinjuku Center Building.”

Y/n nodded. “Thank you." Then she was off.

She thundered down the streets.

“With Gojo.”

She mentally prepared herself to meet him again. That night with the mochi was the last time they actually spoke one-on-one. 10 years ago.

He won’t know it’s me, right?

A boom erupted above Y/n, and debris rained down from above. She looked up and saw a cockroach curse with a dozen eyes attack Gojo relentlessly. She saw him dodge and attack. She’d observed Gojo training enough times in the past to know that he’d tired out. His attacks were less sharp and the dodges required more energy.

She created air platforms ascending to the roof and began climbing up. Gojo was too focused on the battle to notice her. Y/n paused for a moment. Gojo looked different.

He was taller, but more muscular and less lanky. His face was sharper and less soft-looking. But his eyes, they were always and forever the same eyes that she fell in love with when she was seven.

The cockroach lunged at Gojo and he didn’t react fast enough. Springing into action, Y/n jumped in front of him just in time to push the cockroach back with an air barrier. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, she decided to show off. She stuck a dozen sharp hooks into the cockroach and it bellowed out a scream. Then she extended out her arms in a sharp movement and the hooks dislodged, ripping out the flesh of the cockroach’s head into hundreds of pieces. It fell to the floor in a splat.

Silence.

She was panting, hard. She turned backwards to see Gojo with his eyes wide open. They darted over to the cockroach’s corpse, then fixed on Y/n. He looked like he just saw a ghost. Y/n felt her hands itching to rip the mask off her face. She clenched her fists and jumped off the building.

Gojo stepped over to the ledge of the building and watched her disappear into Shinjuku’s streets.

Y/n.

On Christmas day (the next day) Asahi proposed to Y/n at their rescheduled dinner.

She said yes.

On New Year’s day, Y/n was working the overnight shift at her pharmacy. Technically, it was already the New Year. Y/n looked at her watch: 2:24 am.

She sighed. No one ever came to the pharmacy at this hour. Idly, she examined the diamond ring Asahi gave her. It sparkled in all of its 18 carats. She couldn’t even fathom how much that would’ve cost.

In truth, she was happy that she was getting married to Asahi. She just wasn’t…thrilled. As a little girl, she pictured her wedding a billion times; the excitement, the giddiness and pictured that she would wake up next to the love of her life for the rest of her days. It didn’t feel at all like how she pictured it. It felt normal. To be fair, maybe the reason was because she always pictured Gojo next to her on that wedding aisle.

The bell on the pharmacy door rang suddenly. She immediately put her ring in her pocket. She didn’t want to lose it or have it slide off her finger.

“Welcome to-“ Her voice faltered at the end.

“Happy New Year Y/n.” Gojo was dressed in a warm coat, his hands tucked into his pockets. He had sunglasses on, even though it was the dead of night.

Y/n couldn’t believe that Gojo was there, at her small pharmacy.

“Happy New Year Gojo.” She smiled and put on her best clueless voice. “Man, I haven’t seen you in 10 years!” She let out a slightly hysterical laugh.

“I bought this on the way here.” He placed a stuffed toy cockroach on the counter. Y/n stared at the cockroach, gobsmacked.

Is he trying to be funny?

“Oh haha!!” Another hysterical laugh. “That’s random.” She smiled and grabbed the cockroach, fiddling with it, refusing to look at Gojo. She could feel his eyes boring into her.

He yanked the cockroach out from her arms.

“Thank you.” Gojo’s voice was sincere. Y/n finally looked up.

“Thank you for saving me, Y/n.” He placed the cockroach back on the counter. “Haha from what?” She realised regretfully that her voice sounded extremely strained and fake. Gojo smiled wide easily. “How did you get so strong? It was SUPER cool what you did back there.” He hoisted himself up on the counter, and faced Y/n.

He’s going to be here a while.

Y/n smiled.

“I was always like that.” Gojo’s smile was immediately wiped from his face. “I just…didn’t reveal it.” “Ohhh, really?” He looked deep in thought. “You know, you could be as strong as me!” He dangled his legs childishly. Y/n scoffed and swatted Gojo’s legs. “No way.”

“Yes way.” he grabbed Y/n’s shoulders. “Why were you in a dress though?”

Y/n hesitated but decided to go for it.

“I was supposed to go on a date with my fiance.” She smiled painfully. Gojo’s arms went limp and fell from her shoulders. Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat. “Would you like to see the ring?” Gojo regained his happy face with difficulty. He nodded.

She took out the heavily diamond-clad ring from her pocket and handed it to Gojo. He stared at it in his hand. “Wow haha Cubic Zirconia! He couldn’t get diamonds?” He smiled like a puppy at Y/n. “No, it’s 18-carat diamonds.” His mouth twitched. “Haha, he must be rich then!” He didn’t look like he was laughing.

“Yeah, he’s a part of the Asahi family.” She took the ring back and put it in her pocket. A vein was popping in his forehead. “Yes, but I’m a part of the Gojo Clan.”

Y/n smiled blankly at Gojo. “yes…I know.” She deadpanned.

He got off the counter abruptly. “See you later!” He smiled sweetly again.

Y/n nodded cautiously, unsure of when ‘later’ was.

On the way home, Gojo punched a bronze statue to the floor.

Three days passed with no Gojo.

Y/n didn’t have work that day and decided to stay and chill at her apartment. The cockroach plushie from Gojo was placed on the couch.

The doorbell rang, and Y/n got up to answer it. “pizza pizza pizza!” she muttered happily. She opened the door, and there stood Gojo. He had to tilt his head down to fit in the doorframe. She frowned. “You’re not pizza.”

“No I’m not.” He still smiled. “Come on, I’ve planned a fun day ahead!” He grabbed Y/n and sped out of the building. “Where are we going?” Y/n stumbled after him. He looked back and grinned. “Our old high school!”

“Wow, I’ve missed this place” Y/n looked around the old high school. It looked exactly like how it used to 11 years ago. Nostalgia hit her like a train. The river that she felt tempted to drown herself in at least twice a day, and the famous dorms. She stared at the spot where Gojo collapsed and fell, then carried on.

“I teach here.” Gojo stuck his tongue out playfully. “Oh wow…”

Gojo guided her to their old classroom. She flashed back to that moment 11 years ago when their class was on the floor, talking about their types. Back when everything was rosy. “Why did you bring me here?” Y/n asked. “Because,” Gojo sat on the teacher’s desk, “we are going to catch up.”

“Where were you for 10 years?” He took off his blindfold.

They ended up talking for the entire day.

Everything felt like how it was when they were teenagers. Laughing easily, remembering funny moments. They ended up on the floor just like that day.

A bug landed on Gojo’s chest and Y/n quickly swatted it away. “Oh.” She observed. “What?” Gojo hummed. “Your infinity,” she frowned. “It isn’t on.” He turned to face her. “I told you. When I’m with you it’s never on.”

She smiled. “I remember that.” Y/n was glad Gojo could remember it too. After he acted like nothing happened, Y/n thought that was just her imagination. The butterflies that she knew all too well fluttered in her stomach.

Shoko walked through the halls and spotted the two of them, sprawled out over the door. She grinned. “Oh, Shoko! You’re here?” Gojo patted a spot on the floor next to him. Shoko gave Gojo a knowing look. She knew that Gojo was aware she was on campus. He just wanted alone time with Y/n.

“Isn’t this just like old times?” Y/n commented after Shoko lay on the floor with them. No one mentioned the absence of Geto.

“God, back then I was insufferable.” Shoko laughed. “I can’t believe you’re engaged to a billionaire Y/n.” Y/n texted Shoko the day before about it.

Gojo laughed. “I know.” Shoko glared at Gojo.

“Back then, I was really short.” Y/n stared up at the ceiling. “You were. I used to pat your head all the time.” Shoko chuckled tenderly. Gojo stayed silent.

“Back then, I was head over heels for Y/n.” Gojo said softly.

“Honestly, I still am a little bit.”

Shoko sucked in a breath. Y/n’s stomach DROPPED. She shot upwards and ran out of the class.

Shoko sat up too and slapped Gojo. “I can’t believe you said that to an engaged woman!” Gojo sat up too. “What? I said back then!” He put his arms up in joking surrender, but a deep frown settled on his face.

“And then you said you still like her!”

Shoko glared at Gojo. “Back then, Y/n was head over heels for you too! She’s been in love with you since you were seven!” Gojo’s arms dropped.

“So…all those nights in front of the dorms,” he looked at her, “when I went into the city and she was watching…” his voice was soft and his face was ghostly.

She nodded grimly.

“did Y/n still like me…?”

Shoko nodded.

“until when?” Gojo held his breath.

“she never stopped.” Shoko looked at him.

“Even now?”

Shoko glared at him. “Yes.”

*Last night*

Shoko and Y/n stayed up late talking about Y/n’s engagement.

“I can’t believe you got over Gojo. I thought you never would.” Shoko said over the phone. The line crinkled.

“I never did.” Y/n sighed. “I just ignored it because I knew I could never get over him.”

Shoko was speechless. “So do you still like him?”

“Yes. But nothing will ever happen and I’m getting married” Y/n sounded like she was on the brink of despair.

“Do you love Asahi?” Shoko asked. “Yes.” Y/n replied.

A pause.

“Do you love him more than Gojo?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

*Present Day*

“I don’t think I’ll ever love someone like I love Gojo.”

Y/n was furiously running down the steps of Jujutsu Tech.

The clouds gathered together to let down a torrential downpour from the heavens.

I knew this was a mistake. I knew and I came here anyway.

Gojo loves me.

He loved me in the past.

Then why did he-

“Y/n!” Gojo ran after her. He easily caught up to her and grabbed her shoulder.

“No, no, no.” Y/n could feel tears in her eyes. “Don’t you dare touch me. Don’t you dare-“ Her lip trembled.

“Don’t you dare tell me you love me after making me watch you go to that girl in Tokyo!” Her voice was thick and her eyes filled with tears.

She quickly went down some more stairs but Gojo caught up.

“You never told me that-“ He tried, his arms trying to grab her.

She slapped his arm away. “That doesn’t matter!” She practically growled.

“Geto was gone, okay? I was broken, and I-“ Gojo began, following Y/n down the stairs.

“So were we all!” Y/n cried. She tried not to slip in the rain. “I thought Geto leaving was my fault!”

She paused on the stairs, looking angrily at Gojo. He stared at her, shocked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Gojo asked, pain written all over his face.

“Because you were out getting gifts, and presents for your girlfriend-“

“She was never my girlfriend-“

“And coming back drunk and messy-“

“That gift was meant for you!”

Y/n stopped. She looked at Gojo with furrowed brows.

“I was going to ask her if it was a good gift for you. If you’d like it. We never emotionally connected, okay? Hell, I - I don’t even remember her name!”

Y/n went dead silent.

*11 years ago**

Gojo remembered that night perfectly.

It was a memory he revisited often.

He was blindingly drunk, and when he stepped through the school gates he saw Y/n, sitting listening to music.

When he fell and his head was in Y/n’s lap, he honestly thought he died.

She was so beautiful. Her hair, her eyes, it was all in the moonlight. He could basically see the kindness and compassion in her eyes. She looked like an angel. Gojo wouldn’t mind dying if she was the angel greeting him to the afterlife.

“Did she kick you out? You usually stay at your girlfriend’s house all night.” He smiled at the ridiculousness of the thought.

Why would I date anyone when there’s Y/n?

“She’s not my girlfriend.” He didn’t want her to concern herself with the woman he went to. Y/n was too good for that. “And it’s none of your business.”

Y/n hands were on his chest, and they felt so warm. Gojo knew he could stay there happily forever. She rebuked him for turning his infinity off the entire night, but it was never on when he was with her. Just if she wanted to touch him.

He kept holding onto that chance. He kept waiting for that day to come, so it was never on.

The next week, he bought a necklace for Y/n, followed by a handwritten note.

I hope she likes it.

Gojo never gave it to her. For some reason, Y/n distanced herself from him.

And he never heard from her for the next 10 years. He wanted to text and call. He knew where she was, what she was studying, where she worked. He always checked up on her, making sure she was safe.

But Y/n looked happy with her new life. Gojo didn’t want to take that away from her.

When Y/n flew back into his life, he thought it was a sign. His feelings for her were back, now stronger than ever. And he was determined to make sure she never left him again.

**Present Day**

Y/n spluttered. Her jaw was clenched. She searched Gojo’s face, then replied. “I’m leaving now, okay? I’m getting married, and I can’t be doing this. My fiance wouldn’t like it.” She turned and left.

“Screw what your husband wants! What do you want?” He stepped forward, but Y/n conjured up a wall. She paused. “it doesn’t matter what I want. It hurts too much to be with you.”

She left him there, in the rain.

*8 months later*

It was Y/n’s wedding day.

She spent those 8 months plunging her entire soul into wedding planning to drown out her misery.

The wedding was nothing short of glamorous. Asahi made sure of that. The venue was huge too - Asahi had a lot of friends. He told Y/n to invite everyone she knew as well, even if they weren’t super close. She hesitated to send Gojo an invitation but decided to send one anyway. 10 years of knowing him and loving him couldn’t be undone in a single day, no matter how painful that day was.

Asahi and Y/n decided to have their ceremony in the Asahi company’s skyscraper at night. There were professional hair stylists and makeup artists prepping her for the ceremony. After they were done, Y/n slipped on her wedding dress.

She was absolutely adamant that she had a classic wedding dress. None of the ruffles and lace and 7-foot-long veil nonsense. A beautiful white silk dress with a wide neckline and a cinched waist. Perfect for Y/n, and it made her look stunning.

She still couldn’t fathom that she was getting married. That this was the beginning of forever. She couldn’t believe that she was getting married, and not to Gojo.

Suddenly the chandeliers were too bright. The roses in the room too fragrant. The skyscraper too cramped.

She quietly slipped away to the rooftop as the guests started arriving.

On the rooftop, the bustling sounds of the city soothed her. The night breeze gently caressed her red face. She could finally breathe again.

She hoped she wasn’t making a terrible mistake.

Her sorceress instincts were telling her there was someone on that rooftop with her. And she knew exactly who it was.

“creeping on me on my wedding day Gojo?” Y/n joked. He stepped out from the shadows. He smiled. He was wearing a tuxedo, and he looked good. More better than good. It caused a twist of an unexplainable emotion in Y/n’s heart.

Y/n smiled, causing a stab of pain in Gojo’s heart. “Thank you for coming to my wedding Gojo. I’m sorry about what happened the last time we met up.” Gojo’s strong facade slipped. He was trying to be strong for Y/n. He didn’t want to ruin her day. But just the thought of Y/n, his girl, being gone forever…

“You look really beautiful, Y/n”

Just stick to the plan, Gojo.

He swallowed a lump in his throat and brought out a wrapped gift box from behind his back.

Y/n stopped breathing.

“is this-?” She softly picked up the box.

“From all those years ago.” Gojo confirmed.

The gift box that Gojo was supposed to give Y/n 11 years ago. The wrapping was old and crinkled, taped messily together.

“You kept it all this time?” Y/n’s eyes were glassy. He tried to act casually. “It means a lot to me. I couldn’t just get rid of it.” He nodded his head over to the box.

“Come on. Open it.” He grinned. Y/n nodded slowly, tore open the wrapping and opened the box. Inside the box was a smaller box with a note. “Read the note after you open it.” Gojo nudged.

Y/n opened the box, and inside was a beautiful golden necklace with an eye-shaped pendant. Inside the eye was a gleaming sapphire stone, the exact same colour as Gojo’s eyes. “It’s beautiful.” Y/n stared at the necklace in awe. “Read the note.” Gojo took a step closer to Y/n.

The note was clearly old. It was crinkly and was written on lined paper. The handwriting was messy and boyish, giving Y/n a stab of nostalgia.

An eye necklace, because I’ll only ever have eyes for you, Y/n.

Y/n wanted to throw up and cry. This note pierced her heart and sent what felt like a dozen weights to fall on her shoulders.

Why would Gojo give me this gift knowing that I still love him?

“Why did you give me this Gojo?” Y/n asked with tears in her eyes. “You know I’ve loved you for so long. You know I still love you. So why, on my wedding day?” Y/n was borderline begging, asking for a reason to not believe the note. To not surrender her heart to Gojo.

Stick to the plan, Gojo.

He clenched his fists.

Screw the plan.

“I love you Y/n. I’ve loved you since, god, probably longer than you. And I know everything is messed up now because I didn’t have the guts to tell you, but I’ve never stopped loving you. Not in those ten years we didn’t speak, and I know that I’ll never stop loving you. I knew immediately that it was you in that red dress because I never stopped believing in your cursed energy. I never stopped believing in you Y/n. And I never stopped believing in us. That’s why I always had my infinity off around you. And that’s why I’ve kept this necklace this long.”

Y/n was heaving with sobs.

“So please, Y/n.” He looked so vulnerable. “Don’t marry him.” He took off his blindfold, his beautiful cerulean eyes searing into Y/n’s soul. A decade of staring into those eyes flashed in Y/n’s mind. A decade of loving him.

He looked so, so vulnerable. He looked just like the Gojo Y/n fell in love with all those years ago. Boyish and soft.

“Be with me.”

Y/n hugged Gojo so tightly as if the world depended on it. She held him so tight as if the sky was crashing down on her and he was her only safety net.

He buried his head in Y/n’s hair.

“Yes.” She sobbed. “I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

Gojo’s body seemed to collapse. His chest suddenly started shaking.

He let go of Y/n and cupped her face in his hands. The amount of love he felt for her felt bigger than the whole world. He didn’t know that a human could love that much. His heart swelled so big.

“Gojo…what should we do? I’m supposed to get married tonight. I can’t just leave.” Worry crossed Y/n’s face, and Gojo wanted to wipe that worry right off her face. He wanted to wipe off and eliminate all the pain he had caused her.

“Yeah, we can.” Gojo grinned. “What do you mean by-“

Gojo suddenly had Y/n in his arms bridal style. “Where are you taking me?” Y/n felt breathless. “To the start of forever.”

He then jumped off the skyscraper with Y/n in his arms.