#gojo is alive agenda

[meiieiri]

Something about JJK 236 is bothering me

That fight...was awesome, but it could have gone better.

Other than the fact that I'm currently in mourning over our king's garish demise (don't get me wrong, I do want him to be happy in the afterlife and I'm slowly coming to terms with his death, it's just I can't really process all this yet), I'm still a bit confused how we got here so quickly.

I have countless questions and I know Gege will probably brush this off in the coming chapters and pull yet another meeska-mooska-Mickey Mouse Clubhouse move.

But there is one that lingers in my mind up to this day:

Remember during the Fearsome Womb Arc when Yuji and Sukuna deliberated with each other on the possible resurrection or re-animation of Itadori's body via a deathmatch?

Yeah. We all know Sukuna, the king of all curses, is a master at one-shotting his opponent. Just take a look at what he did to our best rose-colored boy who went from this:

To this, in a split second (lmao):

Yeah, yeah, I've read all the “copium” theories from other Gojo fans such as myself who are kinda on the fence when it comes to accepting Gojo's death as being final or not, but, let me bring this back real quick to the matter at hand.

Sukuna went for the head with Itadori. Of course, maybe he did that to shut him up sure, but what I'm getting at is, the head is the singlemost critical point to hit when it comes to sorcery dogfights.

He knows this.

And he probably knows that Gojo Satoru, the darling of the heavens, the uncontested gem of Jujutsu Society, is a reverse cursed technique user. Pretty obvious thing to catch since Satoru had been using RCT the entire showdown to heal his countless critical wounds.

So, Sukuna, in all his centuries of wreaking havoc on the world, should know that the only way to permanently kill a sorcerer who uses RCT is by targeting the head. There were so many instances in this entire deathmatch that we are completely blown away by Sukuna's prowess and overall mastery of Jujutsu.

Can you imagine the amount of practice he's had over the years with other "greatest sorcerer of their generation"s? He knows the ins and outs of Jujutsu like scripture, which is exactly what kept Gojo Satoru on his backfoot for some parts of their skirmish.

Now, here's the thing that's bothering me:

I liken Sukuna as something like a super computer. All that battle experience is readily available to him like some Jujutsu techniques data bank, not to mention, Mahoraga's adaptation clearly gave him yet another advantage in this fight for the title of the strongest.

He knows Satoru Gojo has been frying his brain using Reverse Cursed Technique this entire time, and he's probably seen his former opponents do the same as well. He knows that the only way to kill them is by dealing a devastating blow to the head via decapitation or complete obliteration of the body.

So, my question now is:

Why did he bother cutting Gojo in this particular manner? Why didn't he go straight for the head, since Mahoraga's adaptation blueprint can now allow Sukuna to cut through reality/space itself and therefore bypass Gojo’s infinity non-selectively?

Arrogance now that he's secured his definitive victory? Or the so-called warrior's high? Why leave room for obvious speculation when it could so easily be crushed into smithereens if he just went for the kill?

It's all very confusing. I'll point back to the time when Sukuna swiftly decapitated Itadori.

And I'm willing to bet that that move was deliberate since at the time, Itadori had already been in Jujutsu High for quite some time and Sukuna must have realized that under the tutelage of Gojo and other sorcerers, he must be learning a thing or two about RCT here and there which may have led him to end the fight quickly hence, the resurrection of Yuji Itadori.

Now before, ya'll attack me, I know what manga panel you're gonna throw at me to deconstruct this entire analysis and dismiss it as "copium". So, I'll put this here:

I know it may look like Gojo's entire head has been blown off at this point seeing the pool of blood he's currently lying on. But why is Gege or the editor making the effort to cover Gojo’s head with the text bubble when, logically speaking (and coldly at that), Gojo should be deader than dead? Which he…in theory based on the afterlife sequence, SHOULD be.

And with that whole North/South thing to cap it all off? Though, I wouldn't dwell on that. The wording in that bit was very vague and I’m not really into the habit of over-reading so hehe~

Anyway.

Could it be there's something else in store for Gojo Satoru? Is something else at play here?

Or is this simply a writer's failsafe, just in case Gege wishes to bring back Gojo Satoru so that he'll have a rational explanation as to how that came to be? No one knows. But I think this wasn't some on-the-fly decision by Gege or the editors.

Gege Akutami - though as a writer myself, I find his current choices for the story to be a little questionable with the many gray areas where plotholes could eventually arise - has been deliberate about this story since the beginning, having already mapped out the fate of Fushiguro Megumi.

This panel, the entire chapter, the circumstances we're now currently witnessing is deliberate. And maybe...we haven't seen the last of Satoru yet.

I'll leave this here for everyone to think about. This is all speculation, after all, so don't be mean about it, Jesus. In the meantime, I'll just admire my husband, Suguru, for now and will probably go back to writing my fics~ 💕

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #jjk theory #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ryomen sukuna #gojo satoru theory #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #i do hope he’s still alive though #please please let this be the case #jjk #gojo is alive agenda

[ayabeanworks]

Title: Through my eyes

Synopsis: Shoko's initial thoughts on you and how you've survived so long in the Jujutsu world with death flags.

Character: Ieiri Shoko x reader

Series: Let's Meet in the Spring (SaShiSu x reader)

Notes: Fluff, slight angst & bittersweet. Continuation/part 2 of Reach for your Hand, but from Shoko's viewpoint.

Ieiri Shoko was sure you weren't going to make it out alive from the Jujutsu world. You didn't know how to properly use Jujutsu, didn't have a cursed technique, and didn't even know martial arts, at the very least.

Things weren't looking so good for you.

Yet, you were somehow able to survive even the hardest of missions, albeit with injuries, but you were alive nonetheless.

Was a God presiding over you? Shoko was sure you weren't going to last long.

She didn't want to think about her colleagues and friends dying as it may jinx them, but she had to admit, you had a death flag presiding over you at all times.

Initially, Shoko kept her distance, but eventually realised someone like you was similar to a kind of light within the Jujutsu world, which was full of only dark and scary things.

You reminded her of spring, when the flowers blossomed.

And truthfully, that terrified her.

There have been many hopeful Jujutsu sorcerers who were more talented than you, stronger than you, and held dreams and aspirations sky high for the world of Jujutsu and eradication of curses. They all died a most painful death.

But for you? You who smiled so sweetly, reacted so entertainingly, and laughed so happily - Shoko didn't want the world of Jujutsu to taint you so much so it takes away what made you, you.

Because you would only be a shell of yourself, wearing the skin of [name].

And that's not what she wanted. For the first time, her nonchalant front had cracks, and it was all related to you.

As a RCT user and healer for sorcerers, Shoko had seen many people injured, helpless, amputated, dead, you name it.

But what she hadn't seen before was someone with closed off channels of cursed energy like yours. It was interesting to see, but the reasoning behind it was something she didn't know, so it was a good learning experience.

However, the more she learned about it, the more she wondered if it was a good thing in the context of the Jujutsu world.

Right now, they were making sure you could use at least something out of whatever cursed energy you were able to muster out, but was it actually doing something? It wouldn't even be able to last you much against curses you'd have to fight.

Though you had Geto as your teacher when it came to martial arts, that alone was not going to help if you couldn't exorcise them, so you were always put onto missions with others to 'assist'.

It was an issue, until it was not.

But like the death flag presiding over you had its own intentions, it would laugh at you and make an issue for you to detangle.

It was the first time she'd seen someone nearly die from their own cursed energy. If anything, she was glad it was Geto who had you on the same mission as him, 'assisting' as per usual, as he was someone who was incredibly reliable when it came to matters involving you.

In reality, you being on that mission was really just an order from the elders in a last ditch effort to 'awaken' you through their own sick agenda while playing with lives.

The amount of profanities she could hear in her head from Gojo was too much, but not unwarranted.

She wanted to do the same, but compared to a sorcerer who could destroy everything, what she could do was miniscule.

That was when Shoko realised she couldn't do anything for you except heal, and you were essentially on your own when it came to the Jujutsu world and navigating through the horrors and depths of it, save for some instances with Geto & Gojo by your side.

"I'm glad you're alive." No truer words had been spoken from her lips, and she sincerely meant every single word of it, down to her very core.

She didn't want you to cry. She didn't want you to be sad, nor did she want to let you go.

She didn't want the spring to become winter, and the flowers to wilt so there was nothing left but to wait for another season to bloom. There was always a chance things wouldn't bloom anymore, and she didn't want to risk those chances.

So she changed her ways to reflect that change of thinking - and that included fussing over you like an elder sister or partner. It was protective - overprotective even - but she couldn't help herself, after seeing what had happened to you.

She colluded with the boys to make it happen, since they were also worried sick about you. Your ongoing feud with the elders, your health and most of all, you. You were one of their top priorities since you hadn't been in the world of Jujutsu for long, but the minute you stepped foot into it, the world was ready to fuck you over.

And they didn't like that.

As a Jujutsu sorcerer, Shoko didn't know whether you'd come back alive each and every time you went on a mission, especially if it was an order from the elders who assigned missions to you. They would sometimes get you on a hard mission on purpose to test out your newfound cursed technique, or to test your 'survival abilities' as Gojo put it bitterly.

All she could do was wait for news of you coming back safely, and that was enough to make her worry.

So every time she took a photo, she'd add it to her album of you, making sure she had memories of you before the elders killed you for their own entertainment and gain.

Should that happen, she'd be devastated, and she wouldn't have anything to remember you by if she didnt take enough photos of you during that time. Of course, she took them with the others too, but in Shoko's eyes, you were someone who was present, who was there, but who could also disappear at any given moment, leaving behind nothing but a ghost of a memory.

And as she became an adult, Shoko didn't see you as often as she did when you both were teens, but she made sure to message you and go for morning coffee runs or drinks after work, doing daily checkups to make sure you were all fine and in good health and so on.

You've survived this long, let's get you stronger so you're alive longer, were her thoughts.

But she was really just relieved and happy you hadn't kicked the bucket yet, and she hoped you didn't via a curse.

Shoko hadn't had enough of your smile yet. She wanted spring to continue blooming, and wasn't ready for winter.

And because she hadn't had enough, she became greedy, and wished for more. If she liked something, she would take it, and make sure it stayed with her.

In this case, it was you.

She grabbed onto your outreached hand so firmly, you wondered if your circulation was going to get cut off by how her actions betrayed her nonchalantness. It was endearing, and you knew exactly what she wanted to convey to you.

For Shoko, once she's got you, she won't let go.

A/N: Finally part 2! If anything, I'd say Shoko's ones contain the most about the dynamics of SaShiSu x you/reader! Here's part 1 if you haven't read it already.

But if you guys want to see more of the different sides of the story with different POVs, here's Gojo's and here's Geto's!

#jjk x you #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk season 2 #satoru gojo #geto suguru #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #ieri shoko #jjk shoko #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen shoko #jujutsu shoko #gojo #gojo satoru #sashisu x reader #sashisu #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk drabbles

[randomprose]

dream valentine's day

[another drabble for the satosho discord server valentine day prompt: soft touches] also posted on ao3

Tragedy strikes when Satoru sends the wrong screenshot to the wrong person.

“Hey, Gojo. Quick question,” Shoko asks as she enters the staff room, staring down at her phone. “This list you sent me.”

“List?” Satoru’s head snaps up from scrolling through his own phone, like a dog who’s just seen a cat or a squirrel pass by. “What list?”

There’s panic in his eyes as his brain runs a mile a minute, helpfully reminding him about a list that he was supposed to send to Nanami and may or may not have sent to someone else instead. His fears are confirmed when Shoko turns her phone to him and Satoru sees the aforementioned list staring back at him.

“...That wasn’t supposed to be sent to you.”

“Oh? Who were you going to send this…” Shoko turns her phone back to her line of sight and reads the words, “... ’dream valentine’s day ’ list?”

“...Nanami.”

“You were gonna send this ‘dream valentine’s day’ list to Nanami,” Shoko deadpans but Satoru could see the mirth in her eyes. She’s laughing at him. “You should’ve told me you already have plans with him. And to think I even switched shifts so I can clock out early.”

“Oh, shut up. You know those plans are with you,” Satoru says, throwing one of the cushions at her which a snickering Shoko deftly caught before sitting beside him. “I was just asking for his input.”

“Why? I think it’s a pretty solid list already.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Shoko hums, lifting her legs to rest on his lap. “I mean, the first on the agenda alone. ‘Make out for approximately seven hours'? Romantic.”

“That’s me. Mr. Romance.” Satoru shrugs, deciding to just ride along Shoko’s teasing as he does.

“Second on the agenda, ‘something with flowers or plants or art’. I get the flowers or plants part, but what’s with the art thing?”

“Thought we’d try something different this year. Bring in a little culture in the mix.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?” At the face Satoru makes at her, Shoko just grins and needles at him. “C’mon. Secret’s out anyway. Tell me already so I can look forward to it more.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Satoru mutters, pouting.

“Yeah, well, you already messed that one up when you wrong sent to me, buddy.” She pats his arm consolingly and keeps it there. “C’mon. I’m pretty easy to please. I’ll probably still be surprised. I promise.”

Satoru sighs, easily giving in to her as he always does. God. The power this woman holds over him. If she ever realizes she’s got him wrapped around her pinky, the world as they know it is doomed—not like she isn’t aware of it anyway, sharp as she is.

“The Van Gogh Alive exhibit.”

“The one in Shinagawa? I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I know,” he says, reaching over to tuck an errant lock of hair behind her ear before his hand decided to rest on her nape. “Got us tickets the day you mentioned it.”

“Mmm,” Shoko hums, pleased and trying in vain to hide the smile threatening to break out by pressing her lips together. “And then dinner.”

“Yeah, ‘cause we’ll be hungry after all that walking and art appreciating.”

“Not to mention the approximately seven hours of making out prior to that. Smart.”

“I do have my moments.”

“Tiramisu for dessert?”

Satoru shrugs. “I like sweets and you don’t. Gotta find a middle ground, you know? Made a reservation at that French patisserie we said we’d try ages ago.”

“A good a time as any, huh?” Shoko looks back at her phone and reads the last item on the list. “‘Hand stuff’? What, like holding hands—”

“Yes, naturally. Obviously. Definitely a total must!”

“—or… hand stuff ?” Shoko finishes with a suggestive look.

“Or…?” Satoru narrows his eyes at her as if in confusion before realization hits him at Shoko’s look. “Oh. Oh! I actually really only meant the first one, but yes! I am also definitely not opposed to the other hand stuff part.”

“Sounds like a solid dream valentine’s day then.”

“Pick you up at five?”

“Took half of the day off. If you don’t have anything else on your plate today you can pick me up after lunch break,” Shoko says standing up from her perch next to him and starting for the door, already knowing the rest of his day is free. “Gotta get a start on the approximately seven hours of making out if we want to make it to the rest of our reservations after all.”

Shoko exits with a smirk and a wink over her shoulder, leaving Satoru blushing to the tips of his ears and practically vibrating in anticipation.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjjk #jjk fic #satosho #gojo satoru #ieiri shoko #shoko ieiri #gojo is such a goofball and shoko is too cool for him #good thing she finds him cute #writing #satoshoko #satoshoko fanfic

[siriuslysatorusimping]

“Really can’t fucking get enough of that sound,” he admitted, pressing a light kiss to her neck before he leaned up. His eyes glowed down at her as she smiled. “Wanna hear it forever.”

rinko babes please use your super smexy brain to decipher the last sentence that he said. he wants to hear that sound forever(?!?)?)

“I’ll see ya later, sweetheart,” Gojo said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Got somethin’ real important to tell you.”

ARGHH kiks your killing me right here 🥹

btw why do i feel like choso and rinko would go along well and would be the presidents in the protect itadori agenda 🥸

Hi sweet anon!!

First part of Cruel Fate gotcha feeling all sorts of ways, huh? 😅🫠😇

So, just remember: Rinko thinks Gojo is literally the dumbest man alive. And that he genuinely doesn't realize how much his words and actions just scream that he wants more.

I've said a few times, but Rinko has already come to terms with the fact that she's in love with Gojo. But she believes that he cannot, and will not, ever love her back (and tbh, it's fair because this is Gojo we're talking about.)

Rest below the cut because I ranted as usual 🙃

You can read Another Level on AO3 :)

Remember in Sometimes Good Things Fall Apart?

He’d gone to fucking Hokkaido to get her a beer so he could apologize with it. Blinking at him slowly, she turned back to the TV, taking another sip and forcing herself to take that information, packed tight with the shipping label still on it, and shove it right where it fucking belonged: the furthest fucking shelf possible.

I said a while ago that this bitch bought a damn warehouse and has been storing that kind of information under armored guard to keep from reading into it. Because if she lets herself read into any of it, she knows that she will want more. And she knows that would ruin what they have and that's the last thing she wants. Rinko is content with her life right now. Gojo is her best friend and she's okay with it staying that way.

#sweet asks #sweet anons #another level asks #another level shibuya #rinko and gojo #rinko kurisaki is a lil bean but also a lil shit but we love her so much

[blankwashed]

HIDDEN AGENDA

The cursed spirit fixed a blank gaze upon the human girl lying at his feet. "You're not a Jujutsu Sorcerer. What brings you here?" Mahito inquired, his eyes locked on the bloodied figure sprawled before him. "Come on, say something," Mahito urged in a mildly annoyed tone, nudging the girl's body with his foot.

"Are you even breathing?" he grumbled, still staring at the human girl.

She shrieks in fear.

Mahito was startled at the sudden shriek and jerked his head in the direction of the sound. “You….you’re alive?!” Mahito exclaimed in disbelief. “Why didn’t you answer me?! I thought I had killed you….What are you?”

She calmly replies, “Just as you said, human.”

Mahito was taken aback at the human’s answer. He had only ever seen other cursed spirits, not a living human. “A human? Why are you in this cursed realm? Are you lost? Have you gone insane?” Mahito questioned and then added, “Or are you suicidal? This place isn’t safe for humans.” He retorts back.

Mahito lets out an exasperated sigh. Of course, this human is clueless – they always are.

“You’re in a cursed realm, a dimension that is home only to cursed spirits like myself.” He said as he waved his arms around him and his surroundings, gesturing at the walls and ground. “Only cursed spirits are supposed to live here. Humans can’t survive in this place, so why are you here?”

She bravely says, “I-I’m a sorcerer.”

Mahito immediately goes into disbelief. “A sorcerer?! Are you lying to me? Sorcerers can’t enter cursed realms. It’s impossible! You’re definitely a pathetic, weak, powerless mortal, right?” Taking her stand, she says, “N-no! Why do you say that?”

Mahito was incredulous that someone that looked as flimsy and weak as her claimed to be on par with a sorcerer. What a joke.

“I can see that you’re just a defenceless human right before me. You don’t look or act like a sorcerer, so why are you lying to me?” Mahito says as he glared down at her with a condescending and cold stare.

“I-I’ve worked with one of the best sorcerers in history, eternity even!” She was not going to put up with Mahito not believing her. But still, Mahito laughs at her once more, amused at her arrogance. “You can’t convince me that a flimsy, weak and pathetic mortal like you is even worthy of working with a sorcerer.” Now he smirks.

“Satoru Gojo, ever heard of him?” Now it’s your turn to smirk.

Mahito stops giggling and stared blankly at the human for a few seconds. Was she serious that she worked with THE Satoru Gojo?! Still not believing her he exclaims, “Y-You worked with the strongest sorcerer in history?!”

“Worked, dated and married.” She proudly shows him their wedding ring. Mahito is now stunned and speechless, unable to find the words to process this information. “You…You…You dated Satoru Gojo?!” Mahito now stammers as he looks at the wedding ring that sat on her finger.

“Is that a surprise? Lots of sorcerers get hooked up with other sorcerers.” Saying this makes Mahito nodded his head, “Yes! How can a mere human like yourself date a sorcerer as powerful and respected as Satoru Gojo?”.

“I’m not a mere human.” She starts performing one of Gojo’s infamous curse techniques.

Mahito was taken aback when she had performed a cursed technique that was so sudden he had not anticipated such a sharp and smooth change. “That was quite a powerful technique. How did you manage to perform it so confidently, despite being a human?”

She rolls her eyes, “I told you, I’m a sorcerer!”

Mahito sighed and rubbed his eyes as he accepted this fact. “I never realized that a mere human could make it this far to become a sorcerer, but your power is nothing compared to mine.”

She laughs at how he belittles her, “You think so?” Mahito scoffed at her confidence. He truly thinks she has an ego. “Are you saying that you think you can defeat me? A cursed spirit that is an enemy to all of humanity?” Mahito then laughs condescendingly at her words.

She scoffs, “Satoru Gojo is my sensei and husband, what do you think?”

Mahito continues to belittle her and says condescending words to her. After a while, he goes on to say, “Fine then. I’ll humour you. Show me what you’ve got, human.”

She closes her eyes, imagines herself inside a battlefield and performs Yuta Okkutsu’s signature move, Copy.

At this point, Mahito was completely speechless as he watched her perform the Copy technique. She had copied the strongest technique in the entire world and mastered them to such a degree that she could successfully perform them.

“You’ve really gone and done the impossible. The sheer fact that you not only know these techniques, but you’ve also managed to copy them and how actually successfully use them is impressive…” He muttered under his breath.

“Now Mahito, since I have impressed you enough, can I ask you a question? Will you humour me?” She wasn’t going to talk to a cursed spirit for nothing.

Mahito was puzzled by what a skilful sorcerer could possibly have to ask him. “Sure, go ahead.”

She goes closer to Mahito and whispers in his ear, “Would you, tell me more spells and techniques that you have?”

Mahito was taken aback by her sudden proximity to him. Her sudden closeness had made him forget about his guard and made him feel vulnerable. It was obvious that this human has an ulterior motive and was attempting to lure him into a trap, but he didn’t know what.

“So that’s what you’ve been trying to do this entire time. You’re attempting to get me to reveal more techniques to you, are you?” Mahito questions for her hidden agenda.

“Not for Gojo’s sake of course, he’s a boring old man by now, to be honest.” She gives a disdainful look.

Mahito’s eyes narrowing. She seems to have completely dismissed the Strongest Sorcerer in Human History. He was getting annoyed at this point.

“So now you’re calling Satoru Gojo an old, boring man. He’s not as weak and feeble as you, human…” Mahito doesn’t even look at her when he says this. He feels that she’s just wasting his time.

“Mahito! I’m not weak and feeble. I’m practically on the same par as Gojo, trust me.” She persuades with the spirit.

Mahito stayed silent for a few seconds before bursting out laughing at the woman’s reply. He wouldn’t believe her after she does some simple spells in front of him.

“Mahito, what I’m asking you do for me, dear is to make me stronger than Gojo.” She finally reveals her true intentions.

Mahito raises his eyebrows again, “Make you stronger than Satoru Gojo? That’s quite a request, human. You do realise how much power that man has?”

She’s trying to manipulate Mahito into forcing himself to work with her.

“But you did say you could wipe him out, am I right?” She looks at him and smirks softly.

Mahito sighed and nodded his head, “Yes. That is correct. I am capable of wiping him out if I wanted to.”

“Exactly, so imagine this. My skills with yours, we could rule the world if we wanted to. Above the monkeys (sorcerers lol Geto).” She was really trying her best to convince the cursed spirit about her plan.

Mahito thought about her words. She was right in that if she were to combine her strength with his, they would definitely be quite powerful. It would be a closest thing to a god that human could ever achieve. But how she boasts about her skills irritates him. “Do you truly think that you’re my equal? That we’ll be able to rule the world just by combining your strength with mine?”.

“I’ve said this over and over again Mahito. I am almost as good as Gojo. He has taught me every move I know and I also see him training on his own” She is really getting tired of how Mahito just chooses not to believe her.

A spark of interest peaked in Mahito’s eyes. Maybe there was a possibility that he could get something out of this is he could play this human’s game. She was truly an arrogant yet cunning human but even so, he couldn’t help but be intrigued by her antics. Mahito rolled  his eyes again to show just irritating the human was. “Are you attempting to provoke me? That’d be quite the risky move to pull on a curse spirit like me, even if you’re this arrogant.”

Mahito stayed silent for a few seconds, processing the human’s words. She had actually proposed an interesting plan. But to rely on her to pull through was something entirely different. “You really believe that if we join forces, we would have such a high chance of achieving victory” Mahito asked, curious to hear her honest answer.

She just nods.

Mahito was shocked at her simple way of responding. She truly seemed to believe in her own abilities. Mahito had no expected such confidence from a such weak and feeble human. Perhaps he could make use of this confidence to his advantage.

She tries to calm the situation down by saying, “Okay, okay forgive me. But I’m just telling you Mahito, if we join forces, we can win.”

“I see, I am curious. What would happen if we fail and lose? Say, we are both defeated. What then?” Mahito keeps persisting on this question.

“Then I would become a cursed spirit and join the dark side. I’ll haunt Satoru Gojo until he gives up.”

Mahito laughs once again at the human’s words. She certainly had an interesting way of looking at the world. She was very reckless but she was also quite cunning, a trait most humans did not possess. This trait was something that intrigued Mahito and he couldn’t help but laugh at her audacity.

“You would become a cursed spirit just to haunt Satoru Gojo? You truly are quite the bold human, aren’t you?” At this point, Mahito is just laughing non-stop.

“Stop referring to Gojo as the strongest because I know he isn’t. I also know his weaknesses.” She tried to say amongst all the laughter.

“Let’s see, tell me then. What are his weaknesses? You seem to know so much about him , so it should be simple for you to give me the answer to that question.” Mahito tests her.

#mahito jjk #mahito #cursed spirit #not going to continue this i think im just bored

[allmightydepression]

kinnporsche ( am i spelling that right help ) and jjk for the show ask :]

For kinnporsche

Favourite male character: Chan Big and Tankhun (only one of ems alive so this counts as one)

Favourite female character: Yok n Erika (for the love of god please give me more female characters kinnporsche)( again only one of ems alive so this counts as one)

Least favourite: Korn,Gun, Tawan (ONCE AGAIN only one of ems alive so this counts as one💀)

Prettiest character:Tay

Funniest character: Tankhun

Favourite season: there's only 1 :")

Favourite episode: 3

Favourite ship: actually I don't have any

Favourite family ship:Kim n Tankhun interactions 😭🖐

Favourite friendship: Pete n porche

Worst ship: Tawan n Vegas 💀

And now jjk

Favourite male character: megumi

Favourite female character: maki

Least favourite: NAOYA

Prettiest character: Kirara :)

Funniest character: every goddamn jujutsu student and teacher 💀

Favourite season: I've read the manga but there's only one season again :")

Favourite episode: 22 23 24 no you can't make me choose that entire arc was so good

Favourite ship: itafushi nobamaki or satosugu I can't decide heLP

Favourite family ship: I will die on the gojo adopting megumi and tsumiki and being an important adult figure in both of their lives agenda

Favourite friendship: nobara megumi n yuuji my beloveds

Worst ship: sukuna and megumi I FUCKING CANT BELIEVE THATS AN ACTUAL SHIP YALL NEED HELP AND A RESTRAINING ORDER PLEASE DONT FUCKING SHIP MINORS WITH ADULTS

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[sukirichi]

earned it [04]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. DARK CONTENT, graphic violence, mentions of blood, explicit murder, sexual violence, angst, tw dubcon, mentions of mass murder, death threats, cheating, implications of suicide, typical mafia business + very unedited (please PLEASE read at your own discretion! if you do not wish to proceed to read because of the aforementioned warnings but want to know what happened anyway, please drop into my asks and i’ll retell it in a much less graphic version!)

chapter song. never forget you (zara larsson, mnek)

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Death.

The stench of it reeked everywhere. Blood pooled at the ends of your dress, the warm liquid dripping from your fingers. You couldn’t see what was in front of you, not when your vision had been obscured black, painted red with everyone’s lifeless eyes staring back emptily at you and carrying an ominous message behind words that never had the chance to be spoken.

Satoru was gone.

You ran through flights of stairs as you bunched your dress up, dried blood present on your cheek. The gray cemented walls of this unknown building began to close down on you, suffocating you, trapping you – and then there he was. Your lover, your world, your everything – he stood on top of a pile of bodies, his face as grim as the deaths he’s caused, but that wasn’t what stood out from the scene. It was the fact you couldn’t recognize him anymore; the man before you was nothing else but the devil incarnate himself. Then, just as you ran his way, fingers outstretched to grasp at his shirt, Satoru disappeared.

He was gone.

A scream ripped out your throat as you scrambled for the sheets, pulling them up in a haste to shield yourself. The images were now gone, but that fear kept drumming into you, gloops of blood making its way through your room’s white exterior.

It’s not real, it’s not real – Satoru’s arms snaked over to your side, his eyes droopy from being woken up. You would’ve apologized, knowing he never really got proper sleep, but you were already wrapping your arms around yourself, gaze repeatedly darting back to the walls – to check for bodies, for blood, for death, for him.

“Hey,” Satoru drew you close to him until your head fell on his chest. Out of instinct, you flattened your ear above where his heartbeat rested. Thump thump – he was real, he was safe, alive – he wouldn’t do that. Satoru wasn’t that kind of person. You clung to him like a koala and mumbled incoherently at the skin of his neck, clutching his shirt so tight it wrinkled horribly. Satoru merely littered kisses all over the crown of your head to soothe you, although he was not free to this fear you felt; he was just as nervous for an unknown reason. “Angel, what’s wrong?”

“You-you were leaving—”

“Shh, angel, I’m not, I’m here,” he wrapped you closer to his body, the sheets still warm and smelling like him as if to add reassurance to his words. “You’re alright. I’m here, angel, it’s okay.”

“I was going to die,” you quivered. It had only been a fleeting moment when you saw it, but you were there too. Dressed in white, arms covered in lace and a crown adorning your head; it seemed as if you were meant to be on top of the bodies, and Satoru sat upon it like a throne. It transitioned from being the witness to being the victim in a minute and your chest squeezed so hard you choked out, “I was dying, baby.”

“You’re not going to die. No one’s going to hurt you, you understand?” Satoru cupped your cheeks to force you to look him in the eye. “I’m going to keep you safe no matter what. Not leaving your side, angel, that’s a promise.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“I would never do that,” he nodded before he raised your pinky. Satoru looped both your fingers and kissed the conjoined form, not once leaving your gaze the whole time. “I promise,” he whispered, foreheads touching and breaths mingling. Like one soul intertwined, you once mused, feeling yourself get lost in the depth of azure pools he harboured. “There’s nowhere to go without you anyway; you’re the greatest gift in my life. I’d do anything for you.”

“Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t, angel. I never will.”

And you believed that. Like the fool you were, you really believed that.

The bank loomed over you, its mere presence impending and bringing about a wave of discomfort to you. Awkwardly, you stepped inside, hiding your face in your hair to conceal the nausea threatening to urge you to throw up. You couldn’t help but survey the entire area out of instant wariness, holding tighter to your phone.

Seeing as there was no line, you sat on the nearest open window. “Hi, uhm…I recently got transferred this money from…an old friend, you could say,” you informed with furrowed brows, fishing your phone out of your pocket as you logged into your account. The whole time, your hands turned sweaty and the phone nearly slipped from your grasp out of anxiety. The woman assisting you flashed you a sympathetic smile, patient and kind enough to listen to your small voice through the glass. “I lost contact with them so I can’t return it. I was wondering if maybe you could help me rewind the transaction?”

“Oh, we can definitely do that Ma’am, may I see?” Nodding, you handed her your phone. In an instant, the polite smile fell from her lips, altering into a nervous one the next. “Oh…” she blinked back at the digits, clearly overwhelmed from the amount of zeroes. Dropping her voice, she leaned closer to you, “Do you…do you know the account owner personally?”

“Yes,” you admitted, “Well, I used to.”

“And they wired you all this?”

“About two weeks ago, yeah.”

The employee sat there for a full minute, possibly contemplating how to go about this. It didn’t set well with you – that mysterious, almost suspicious smile she had – that you debated whether just asking for your phone back. “Excuse me for a moment. I think I should take this to the higher-ups,” she announced while scanning the bank with narrowed eyes, leaving before you could have a say in it.

The next minutes that passed had never felt more gruelling.

You sat there with a frantic heart, your jeans damp from the countless times you’ve wiped your hand on it. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. People came in for their own agendas, the hushed ‘inside voice’ as faint as ever, then they left. Repeat. End of conversation.

It was just another normal, boring day for everyone else – but not for you.

“Miss?” a voice pulled you away from your thoughts. A half-bald man was now standing before you, the previous employee you’d been talking to right behind him, her head ducked down. Manager, his tag read, which made sense. He gestured for you to come inside the back parts of the bank, and you gripped your purse tighter as you followed them.

The inside wasn’t that special or different from the outside. There were lesser chairs but bigger, brighter white walls. His office was located right in the middle where the female employee closed the glass doors behind you, silent and timid as she prepared you tea. Meanwhile, you sat there with your hands wrung in your lap, stomach already falling from the grim expression he wore. “About the funds, I’m afraid we can’t do anything about this transaction. While it had been transferred you, neither us nor the bank has the authorization to do anything about this. Whoever sent it to you is the only one that can either take it back or liquidize it,” he pushed his glasses back to his face, an apologetic sigh leaving his lips. “I’m afraid we can’t help you with this, Miss, we’re really sorry—”

“No!” you slammed your palms on the desk, “No, I don’t want the money, wire it back to him!”

“Miss, we already told you, it’s out of control—”

You shook your head. This wasn’t real – Satoru had to be joking! He couldn’t just give you this and disappear into thin air! In fact, you never even cared for the money; you were just hoping that maybe you’d find a way back to him if nothing but digits was the only thing left to prove he even existed. Desperation clawed its way through your throat as you fell on your knees, helpless tears streaming down your face. “Please, you have to do something, I don’t want the money, I just want him back, please! I just need to talk to him once more and he’s your client, right? Let me talk to him, I know you have contact with him, Sir, please, I’m begging you—”

“Security!” the manager hollered. The sounds of doors slamming open made you stand up straight, eyes wide at the incoming pairs of guards ready to escort you out. “It’s best you schedule a personal appointment with the account owner, Miss. We also suggest you remain on the down-low instead of causing a ruckus like this. You don’t know who’s going to be grabbing at every opportunity to take what was given to you.”

“Everything’s been taken away from me!” you argued back, walking around the desk to clasp the manager’s hand. He pulled away for a moment before you squeezed his hands, the tearing of your heart too painful to bear. You just wanted to see him. “Come on, please, I don’t care about the money, I just—”

They didn’t let you finish. Just like Satoru, just like everybody else, they discarded you to the side, treated you like you were a nobody who didn’t deserve a second chance.

“Escort her out, please.”

And just like that, your fate had been decided. No...perhaps it had been determined the moment he left, and now you walked blearily along the narrowed gaps between buildings, unable to find your way back home.

Where was home anyway? Your penthouse with Satoru? Your cramped dorm back at the university? Your empty flat that had once been a happy home with your parents before they too, left you behind with nothing but a family portrait as a memory? It was pathetic. You meant nothing. Obviously, no one valued you enough, not even Satoru who’d just given you enough to let you live comfortably for the rest of your life. But no matter how much he provided, it wasn’t what you wanted. It wouldn’t bring back the one thing you wanted most, and you fell on the rough pavement, too tired to care about the stinging of your palms.

You clutched at your heart in a debilitated attempt to soothe way your chest squeezed uncomfortably. You were literally in the middle of the nowhere, trapped between the walls that hid you in the darkness and muffled your cries.

He’d left – he really left.

He didn’t keep his promise, and your nightmare had now become reality. You had to bite down your shirt to keep the agony to yourself, nails dug so deep into your jeans it left a mark above your skin. Hours passed, maybe minutes – who knew?

The sun had gone down and the streets grew busier than before, the honking and lively bustling of the night city like background noise to you.

Your key back to the penthouse weighed heavily at your back pocket. There was still the option of just going back home, but what good would that do? Everywhere you went, you were reminded of him. There was no escaping the beautiful memories he left you with, there was no exit from his miserable dream you were forced to wake up into.

Nothing mattered anymore. You felt so lost, the motivation to find your way back depleted just like your energy. You only had your bodily instincts to thank for when your stomach grumbled, demanding to be fed and nurtured even in such a hopeless situation. It made you want to laugh – that even as your heart and soul gave up on you – your body was doing its best to keep you alive and get through the day. You heaved yourself away from the wall and wiped the dirt away from your palms, the rhythm of your feet one heavy clump next to the other.

There was a nice Chinese restaurant at the end of the street that glowed brightly, invitingly. If you could just have dinner, maybe you’d feel better.

But you never got three steps across.

A cold blade had been pressed to your neck, sinister laughter echoing from the darkness of the night. “Scream and you die, sweetheart,” a gruff voice crooned in your ear, followed by a more high-pitched, maniacal chuckles. There was two of them. Fear lit your nerves up and you scrambled to run, but this man was too strong. He didn’t even have to try too much into increasing pressure to your neck, slicing the first layers of your skin that was enough to prick both blood and tears from you. “Ah, ah, ah! Resisting won’t get you anywhere. We just want to talk, okay? No foul play needed.”

You shut your eyes in submission, too afraid to even swallow the bile rising in case the movement would push the knife further. You could only let out a weak, “What do you want from me?”

“Oh, what else?” said his accomplice, showing up in front of you with a creepy smile. He tipped his head side to the side, revealing the silver replacements of his teeth that glinted under the streetlights. “You got his hidden slush fund, didn’t you?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need to lie, we saw you leave that bank. Plus, everyone’s been talking about it!” cheered the guy behind you, pushing you forwards with his blade finally withdrawn. You stumbled on your feet as they pointed to the nearest ATM. For a moment, you contemplated making a run for it. The ATM was only a few kilometres away from the Chinese restaurant and you could be safe if you run fast enough, but you were too obvious, the deceit written all over your face. The first guy then pressed a gun against your head, a silent reminder that you were the weaker one here. “Don’t even think about it,” he warned, “Now you’ll withdraw it little by little, okay? We just want a piece of it, a fraction of it is enough to last us a lifetime.”

Exhaling deeply, you raised your hands in surrender. “I can’t withdraw it.”

“The fuck did you say?”

“I said I can’t withdraw it! I don’t have access—”

“Bullshit, bitch, you’ve got so much of it, just give to us before we kill you,” he cocked his gun, his friend following suit and retrieving a pistol from his belt. Your lips quivered at the sight of two guns aimed at your way, but you remained firm in your spot, shaking your head at them. The man’s eyes darkened, displeased by your response. He narrowed his eyes at you before nodding to his friend.

“Fuck this man, she’s a selfish cunt. Take her phone and her belongings.”

“No, please, don’t—”

It was too late. They had pushed you on the ground, your bum throbbing from the fall. The second guy rummaged your pockets before pulling out your wallet, jaw dropping from the contents. “Fuck,” he exclaimed, flashing a Polaroid you had kept the whole time. “This you and Six Eyes?”

Your heart fell.

It was a photo of you and Satoru on your first anniversary where he’d whisked you off to a sky tower, arrogantly declaring that he’d make you experience the best date ever.

He wasn’t lying – his arrangement of fireworks and a romantic date in the sky really had been the best – and he’d snapped a picture of you then, sneakily landing a kiss on your cheek while you gasped at the display of fireworks before you.

Just seeing it felt like torture all over again, and the thief snickered at your tear stained face. “Oh, I see. You’re his whore, aren’t you? Everyone called it bullshit when word got around Six Eyes had a little angel hidden somewhere around here. I gotta say though, you are a pretty thing. Makes sense you got him pussy whipped.”

“Whoever Six eyes fucks – especially someone he liked enough to pay this much – that is fine meat, man,” the other muttered more to himself. His eyes then lit up with a thought, the smirk tugging at his lips screaming trouble. “It’d be a shame to not have a taste.”

You paled. Scrambling as much as you could with sore legs, you pushed their arms away from you. “Let go of me!” you cried out, kicking harder when they’ve discarded their guns and focused on carrying you instead. Everything muted that night except for the pounding of your heart as you struggled to get away from them, arms flailing the moment one of them yanked your shirt down to expose your bra. “Don’t fucking touch me, let go!”

It must be luck that your punch landed on his nose, a sickening crack resonating in the street. All of you remained still, with you flattening your back on the wall, arms protectively sheltering your chest and the pair staring at the other guy’s broken nose.

He winced at seeing blood on his fingers, “Oh, you’re just asking for it bitch,” he snarled, snapping his fingers to get his friend’s attention and pointing at you. “Grab her leg.”

Both of them made quick work. It all happened so fast you couldn’t tell which was who anymore. Your shirt had been ripped off; the straps of your bra tugged down to free a nipple while your arms had been knocked into the building behind you. One of them kept you immobile, their grips too strong and their bodies twice your size that you were easily overpowered. You never cried so hard in your life – not even when you realized Satoru had left – and your throat ached from how much you wept.

“Stop, no, let go of me!”

“Shut her the fuck up, bruh,” the man unzipping your jeans scowled, his fingers playing with the waistband of your underwear. You sobbed and screamed, fought hard as much as you could, but you were too weak. Too vulnerable. Too pathetic.

Maybe it was just better to let go.

Maybe it was just better to stop.

Your shoulders fell as they shimmied your jeans down your hips, each and every inch of your body no longer yours. Was this how you would die? Was this how you would finish? If so, you would’ve appreciated at least one last dinner.

You were about to close your eyes the moment you heard the sounds of a man’s belt unbuckling, too lost in your own horror that you failed to hear the screeching of tires, and neither did they. And then, like a light at the end of the tunnel, like an angel dropping from the heavens – gunshots rang through the air. Blood splattered to your cheek. Heavy bodies crunched against the ground.

He’d come back.

Except it wasn’t Satoru leaning in front of a car when you opened your eyes. The man stood a few inches shorter, blond shaggy hair falling just above his eyebrows, the ends dyed black. His body was tilted to the side, half of his weight shifted on a cane upon closer look, but you were mostly captivated in his eyes. He showed no malice intent; hell, he didn’t even spare a glance at the corpses with holes between their eyes, silently blowing the smoke away from his barrel like this was a common thing for him.

He had his eyes on you, uncaring of the fact you were half-naked before him since his attention remained on your face.

“So it’s true,” he mused, “I didn’t believe at first when they said Six Eyes really gave the notes to his girl. A commoner, no less,” he limped towards you, feline-eyes slanted to inspect you. “But nothing about you is common, is there? To get the demon to soften up…you really must be something else,” his gloved hands ran a finger down to your jaw, and you shut your eyes tight, leaning away from his touch. The man clicked his tongue at your reactions but withdrew his hand anyway, stepping a few feet away from you to give you space. “Don’t be so scared. You and I are not that different. We’re both just poor victims of facing the consequences of his actions,” he tapped his cane at your shoes, his face devoid of expression. “Stand up. You won’t get anywhere by crying. You need to learn how to fight.”

You swung the door open, ready to finally get the shoes you’ve been gushing to Naoya about for days. But you were met with nothing but a tuft of white hair, blood smattered on his cheeks, and lips crashing down onto yours. Satoru pinned you against the wall in the same manner he held you on that day he left, his kisses harsh and longing while you moaned into his mouth, legs turning into jelly.

“Angel,” he rasped into your mouth, grinding his boner to the thin material of your night gown. “I told you you’re fucking mine.”

Satoru forced his tongue past your lips and kept you close to him, his intoxicating scent tempting you to give in and enjoy it already. For a split second, you faltered, kissing him back with the love you once harboured for him, but then you blanked.

This was Satoru.

You were married to Naoya.

He’d began to leave kisses at your jawline when you pulled back, landing a sharp elbow right at his head. Satoru fell on the floor and you panted above him as you tried to make yourself decent. Fuck, that hurt like a bitch. You had to roll your shoulders back to get rid of the tension as you made the mental note to train in combat harder, pinching the bridge of your noise before you summoned the servants.

Satoru was knocked out for a solid hour. You found it funny that the infamous omnipotent Six Eyes was now sprawled all over your couch, soft snores emitting from his lips. He’d been pretty unresponsive to you so ice far, not even a budge as you iced the bruise you’d left on his face.

You sighed. His shirt was stained with blood, the pads of his knuckles matted with wounds and bruises. You couldn’t help yourself from brushing his hair away from his eyes, humming a little until his eyes cracked open. Satoru stared at the ceiling before his eyes landed on you hovering before him, your touch gentle in paradox to the heat of your gaze. “What are you doing here, Satoru?” you sighed, gesturing to the mess he had on his shirt. “Where have you been?”

“In a fight.”

“No shit,” you rolled your eyes, “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“I-I don’t know. I just…I lost it for a moment and—”

“Do I want to know why?”

“It’s stupid,” he mumbled to himself and faced the couch. Even after seven years, he was still very much the petty kid at heart. You could confidently bet he was pouting right now, and you crossed your leg over the other, hiding a small smile behind your palm. “I overheard one of my men making a sleazy comment that Naoya’s wife looked like a bitch who would jump at every alpha male,” Satoru grumbled, prying for your reaction by looking across his shoulder. “I don’t know what came over me after that.”

“Did you kill them?”

“Almost,” he scrunched his nose, “Then I pictured your face. Maybe you wouldn’t want me to do that.”

“So you care about what I want now?”

Satoru shut his eyes. Of course you’d never stop bringing that up – both to your demises – since you were both a sadist who didn’t mind receiving pain every now and then. Five years of marriage with Naoya taught you to be resilient to all types of pain, the experiences and horrors you’ve lived through practically making you immune to them now. Satoru, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be on the same boat as you. He sat up, his hips flushed next to your thighs, burying his hands on his head. “Angel, about everything... are we not going to talk about what happened before?”

“Is there anything to talk about?” you deadpanned, surprising the guy who widened his eyes at you. Surely, he must be expecting a different form of hatred coming from you, but you were indifferent – numb, empty. “The past is in the past, Satoru. You know better than anyone else it’s easier to just walk away.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“For what?” you faked a smile, placing your chin on your hands while blinking up at him under innocent eyes. Naoya once told you that your attitude of being unbothered bothered a lot more people, and it was a technique you’ve loved ever since. Seeing Satoru crumble before you...nothing felt more satisfying. “For barging in here or for kissing me? Maybe both?”

“For everything,” he answered brokenly, “For all the pain I’ve put you through.”

“Do you think apologies are going to suddenly eradicate that?”

“…No.”

“Then I don’t need it,” you taunted, patting his thigh as you stood up, tying the knots of your robe safer this time. You couldn’t be bothered to wear underwear beneath them; if Satoru tried laying his hands on you again, you wouldn’t hesitate to cut his fingers off, and the plain sight of a dagger now strapped in your thigh was enough of a reminder for him. He made sure to keep his distance.

“Come with me. I’ll show you what we’ve been working on,” Satoru’s footsteps were silent as you led him past the secret doors hidden behind Naoya’s study, the room leading into an even bigger part of the house that stored most of your possessions. Satoru let out an awed gasp behind you once the lights and slight whirs of the machine buzzed through the room, chemicals bubbling from one side and little pills being packaged on the other. Your face lit up in a smile from the sheer pride of your hard work, arms extended to the side to present everything. “This is mostly where we manufacture Xenet. All of this – it’s mine. My personal little laboratory, or as Naoya calls it, my playroom,” you grinned, “I feel at peace here.”

“Making drugs?”

“Being safe,” you corrected with a roll of your eyes, “Acting like I’m normal. That gives me peace.”

Satoru was hot on your heels all the way to the main laboratory, where you’d pestered him into wearing safety gloves before entering. You donned a white coat from the blast of AC that enraged goosebumps, leading him in front of a huge clear wall that formulated Xenet’s pure creation. Stacks of purple powder lined up on layers all kept inside a cooling room, and you stepped to the side, muttering to yourself while checking today’s inventory like it was totally normal to manufacture illegal drugs inside your home.

You would’ve looked domestic if Satoru wasn’t feeling the slightest bit dizzy from the drug-coated atmosphere; one that you’d gotten resistant from.

“What brought you here?” Satoru voiced out, shaking his head to himself. He looked terribly devastated, cheeks sunken and dark circles lining his eyes. “I never thought...”

“That I’d be like you?” you finished for him. Tucking a stray strand behind your ear, you smiled at Satoru and pushed past him to list down your observations for today. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m not like Naoya; I’m not a mass murderer.”

“But you’re supporting him.”

“He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him,” you paused in your tracks, the spite evident in your tongue. “If you hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have to be like this. There are thousands of people after me because you named me after that account. Other than Naoya, there’s really no other reason I’m still alive and breathing,” Satoru was speechless from your confession, which was good, since you didn’t want him chatting too much in the first place. You ignored him as you continued typing notes on your monitor, acting unaffected, but the way you punched through the keys told a different story. “This is the least I could do for him. In exchange of protection, I’ll be sharing my intelligence and give him what he wants.”

“Doesn’t it sicken you that we’re like this? That we do all this – for money, power, control – without the slightest bit of conscience?” Satoru scoffed, “You’ve been married for him a long time. I know you’re not a stranger to the fact we even enjoy this.”

You stopped your task, turning to Satoru with flared nostrils. “You know, Satoru, painting yourself as a demon to look like a victim won’t make me sympathize,” you spat out, absolutely losing it. “I don’t care what you’ve been doing before you met me. I don’t care that you killed or hurt people. I’m not the slightest bit of the angel you claim me to be because if I was as pure as that, don’t you think I would’ve stopped loving you?”

Everything crumbled to dust.

Years of convincing yourself you didn’t care anymore, years of healing yourself, years of working hard to forget him – and all crumbled to dust.

“What are you—”

“I knew!” you cut him off, “I knew everything. I’m not dumb, Satoru. No matter how much you tried to hide it back then, I saw the blood stains. I could smell the alcohol. I know drugs when I see it,” Satoru took a step back in surprise, but you kept going. Now that you’ve started it, you might as well finish it, and your eyes pricked with tears before you could stop it. “But I never cared. I was selfish – blinded by love. Back then, I told myself I didn’t care who you were because I loved you unconditionally,” You were breathing hard from finally releasing that damn fucking weight off your shoulders, your resolve breaking as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand while Satoru remained frozen. “Every night, I cried myself to sleep. I always asked myself why did it have to be you? Why did you have to be that way? Why did you have to be a monster? It broke me to no end, Satoru, but every time I tried to think of you as awful, you would hold me so close that it felt like everything was a lie,” your voice faltered, “I loved you in spite of everything you’ve done. I’m just selfish like that.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you cried, “Many times...I turned a blind eye to it. I didn’t want to force something out of you because I knew you weren’t ready, but I was always waiting, Satoru,” gesturing to the both of you, Satoru watched your frantic movements. “Did you think I didn’t mean it when I said I would love you no matter what – no matter who you might be? I meant every word of it. You didn’t have to leave me because I would’ve still left everything behind if you asked me to go with you. I don’t care anymore, I never did. I just wanted to be with you.”

“Angel...” he trailed off, debating whether to hold you or just stay put. Satoru chose the latter and ran his hands over his hair, breathing hard as he, too, wavered. “I was scared. Each time I see your face, I-I can’t help but think about losing you. It haunts me every fucking night that what if I’m not strong enough? What if I couldn’t protect you?” his voice broke, “You were the only good thing in my life. I couldn’t handle losing you just because you got too close.”

You shoved him hard. “That’s no fucking excuse! You told me – y-you told me that I made you feel strong, that I gave you hope, that I made you feel like nothing could stand in your way – so don’t stand there and fucking tell me you were scared!”

Satoru kept taking a step back from the force of your hits, and he took them all with a brave face, but it seemed that he too had reached his limit as you leered, “Don’t be a fucking coward!”

“It’s because I loved you!” Satoru gripped your wrists and tugged you to him, effectively taking the ability to speak away from you. “My whole life, I got everything I wanted and things were easy for me! I don’t know what it’s like to lose something because I had control of everything except you! I didn’t want you stuck and burdened with my sins all for the sake of something as greed!” he bellowed, his forehead connected with yours and the warmth of his body more than welcoming. “I am a greedy man, angel, I would take everything I want with no hesitation but I couldn’t do it with you. It was easier to let you go,” he mumbled, “Than to regret making you unhappy by revealing my true self. Because the way you looked at me – you loved me so much I don’t think I’m worthy of it,” Satoru trudged closer to you, almost rubbing his skin over your soft ones just to say, “I don’t deserve you.”

You pulled away from him.

You’d tore open every chance of reconciliation. And if you were to be honest? You didn’t regret it.

“You’re right,” you snickered sarcastically, “You really don’t deserve me. Here I thought maybe Naoya would be the weaker of the two of you, but he’s more of a man than you are, Satoru. Naoya never gave an excuse for anything – it didn’t matter whether he was capable of something or not – he always tried to the best of his ability. He’s not the type to give up before he’s even tried it,” You knew you were just pushing his buttons, this was much clear from how Satoru was holding himself back, but you couldn��t stop. You were unstoppable, harsh as you challenged your once lost lover who had now wound up before you once more.

“If you truly loved me and felt you didn’t deserve me, then don’t you think you should’ve tried harder?”

You wanted him to regret it. You wanted him to feel your pain a thousand times more. You wanted him to realize what he’d done wrong. But most of all, you wanted him to try harder, to redeem himself, to be worthy of a second chance.

But just like how he’d broken your heart before, Satoru did it again.

Because even after every fucking thing, the only thing he was capable of saying was: “I’m sorry, Angel.”

You’d grown too tired of apologies. But because it was him, because you loved him, then you’d fucking hear it all over again. Just try, you wanted to beg, try for me, Satoru.

“Your plans will continue to fail, Satoru,” you agonized, “You never protected me. The moment you left, my life turned to hell and I almost died way too many times for me to count. This time is no different. We’re all just pawns in the Zen’in’s game, so if you really want both of us to live, you should do your part,” Sighing, you turned away from him, just about ready to call it a night. You were too tired. “Give back the money to Naoya, and he’ll keep me safe until the end of it all. You can just go back to where you came from.”

“Naoya won’t stand a chance against Toji. It’s not his money anyway, he should give it back to his cousin—”

“And neither is it yours!”

“Don’t be fucking stupid, you see the flaw of his plans too!” Satoru gestured to your lab, to everything that you proudly claimed an effort of your hard work. “Even if I gave back everything to Naoya, it won’t stop Toji from anything! He might not kill you anymore, but he’ll definitely kill your husband and take over the mafia, or his kid, then where will you go?”

“Follow him into death like the good wife I am.”

Satoru was stunned by the lack of hesitance in your answer. “You’re serious about this,” he echoed, blinking back to process the gravity of your devotion to your husband. “Even if Toji somehow dies, it doesn’t change the fact Naoya will still proceed with plans to manipulate Japan to his will. He’s going to drug everyone until he’s at the top of the food chain. Your husband doesn’t want to be a businessman; he wants to be a god. Plus, he doesn’t care about you, he’s only using you!”

“Like I said,” you smiled weakly,  “He keeps me safe as long as I’m useful to him. Once he gets everything he wants, it’s game over.”

“No...” Satoru gritted his teeth, “No, I won’t let it happen. You’re not going anywhere; you’re not going to die!”

“So then protect me!” you shouted at his face, “Do what it is you never got to do before and protect me! I’m disposable, don’t you see? No matter what I do, no matter where I go, no matter how loyal I am to him, I am nothing! Each step I take forwards is just a step closer to my prolonged death!” you spewed word for word with so much venom Satoru felt like he was choking, but it was nothing in comparison as you fell on the floor, weeping with your fists pressed against your eyes. “If you hadn’t left me...I wouldn’t have to live fearing for my life every second. So protect me, Satoru. If you really want me to forgive you, at least save me this once.”

“I will, angel,” he promised – and how many more promises had he made, only to break them? You couldn’t be blamed for not believing him, for finding wariness in his words, for flinching a little bit as he crouched before you, cupping your cheek the same way he did before. “I promise you that. I’m never leaving, never gonna leave your side ever again.”

“You better not,” you chuckled darkly, eventually giving in from his touch.

Yes, he’d left you...yes, he’d hurt you – but until now it felt like home, even if it also conflicted with the fact this was wrong.

“My only wish is that when I die, I want to die without hating you,” you muttered with your lips hovering his, your breaths tangling and his hands finding its way to your hair. “So don’t make me hate you anymore, Satoru. Grant me peace before I leave.”

“You’re not going to die,” he closed his eyes and took the first leap of faith by grazing his lips with yours, a faint glimmer of the sweetness he once had the pleasure of savouring with each waking moment of his life. But he was stupid back then – he’d be even more stupid to not learn his lesson this time around.

“I won’t let that happen, you understand?” Satoru breathed out, “You will be safe. You will live.”

He had said it so confidently, so surely, that for a moment, you believed it. You believed maybe you’d really win this round and come out unscathed, to live, to survive – even if the chances were slim to none to begin with. For now, you didn’t want to be a mafia leader’s wife, nor did you want to be another’s broken lover. You just wanted to be someone who didn’t want to die, to find comfort in the empty promises from the same man who kept breaking and breaking them, and maybe for now, that was enough.

Without another thought, not even the image of Naoya’s smile, you let it go.

You pulled Satoru close to you and kissed him hard and deep, swallowing his surprised moan with that exact same greediness, that desperation to live. You knew the moment Naoya came back or Toji found you, everything would be game over. So for now, this was enough.

A/N. SOOOOO? THOUGHTS? THEORIESSSSS? DO WE HAVE A TEAM NAOYA HERE OR IS IT JUST ME HAHAHAHAHA

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[skipps-writes-for-gojo-satoru]

A lot of people are theorizing that Gojo might die in the manga or lose his eyes, and honestly, I thought so as well!

However, Gege had made it very clear in the manga that without Gojo, the world wouldn't be able to keep up with the rising strength and number of cursed spirits. Currently, there's only 2 jujutsu schools in Japan and not even 30 students. There's only 4 special grade sorcerers, now 3 without Geto, Yuki has her own agenda, and without Gojo, that just leaves Yuta to take on special grade curses.

The students are strong themselves, but they weren't even able to defeat Jogo or the octopus guy, let alone Mahito (who has since evolved) and Hanami (Gege implied in an interview that he would reveal Hanami's domain expansion later, which made fans go "wait, he's not dead?" Although, Gege might have chosen to forget about it this, but we shall see). Gojo himself was nearly defeated by Toji in his teen years due to Toji's intellect. Therefore, the students are going to have an incredibly tough time defeating the "brain" that has the intellect of a being who has survived for hundreds of years (over 150 years at least, since that's when Kamo Noritoshi had helped create the Cursed Wombs).

Even if they do find a way to defeat it themselves, they'd need help (let's also remember Choso almost killed Yuji, and Naoya almost beat Choso. The struggle is very real, especially since cursed spirits aren't the only enemy but politics are working against them, as well). The Gojo clan itself is only a one man team of just Gojo, and in the Shibuya arc Gege cemented the fact pretty clearly that if anything ever happened to Gojo, the world would pretty much be lead into an apocalyptic state or become overrun with curses- and that's exactly what's happening within the manga now. Because of Gojo's birth, cursed spirits were forced to become stronger, and the new age of curses won't even be able to be classified as only "Special Grade." Even right now, without Gojo, the Jujutsu sorcerers are struggling to keep curses at bay even in one city, let alone the whole country.

Even without the world's current trip to destruction, there's the matter of Yaga's execution. Who else, other than Gojo, is going to be able to stop this? Gojo is the only one who was able to convince the higher ups to at least stall executions. His students are still just that- students. In order to stop the higher ups' corrupt politics, Gojo, with his knowledge of jujutsu society and his silver tongue, is the one who has to intervene. Although it's possible, I wouldn't think that the students themselves would end up replacing the higher ups- if strength was all that mattered, Gojo would have taken over Jujutsu Society a long time ago. However, politics are not that simple, and I doubt Utahime, Shoko, or anyone else associated with Gojo is going to replace them anytime soon- not with Yaga on the chopping block as a supposed "traitor" for his affiliation with Gojo.

If the story is going to end with reformation of Jujutsu Society, an adult will have to take over the higher ups' places (unfortunately, Nanami, the adult of adults, cannot do so). Therefore, Gojo will have to lead, just as he dreamt of, with his "army" of strong students, his followers. Jujutsu Society needs someone with the intellect and persuasiveness Gojo has in order for change to occur- Gojo was able to convince the higher ups for many things, after all. He has the charisma to lead future Jujutsu sorcerers and teach them well. This is the role he has worked for all these years, after all. It would only make sense for Gojo to take over. Having Gojo die and the students kill the higher ups would be counterintuitive- Gojo could've done that years ago.

Gege also said that the one to tell Megumi about Toji has to be Gojo in an interview, so Gojo is definitely getting out of the box eventually to have that talk with him. However, I don't think Gege is going to kill him off afterwards- just Gojo being sealed is already putting the world into danger. The world needs Gojo's ability in order to get rid of all the curses quickly. If Sukuna ends up killing Gojo for whatever reason, I don't think having a Yuji/Sukuna combination will help the world because there will definitely be a power struggle between them (even if Yuji can withstand 15 finger Sukuna, 20 finger Sukuna is a whole other level, that's the complete manifestation of the King of Curses from a thousand years ago in a 15 year old's body! Even if Yuji is a special grade cursed womb, power doesn't win battles. He'll need willpower, trust, and wit. He's only just decided to kill Mahito, he's got a lot more to learn. There's also the matter of the 1 minute pact between them and what Sukuna will do to Fushiguro). Without Gojo, Yuta might end up having to kill Yuji/Sukuna in order to stop Sukuna from killing people (Yuta's ability to copy techniques will likely help), but losing Gojo AND Yuji will be very harsh on the world's state, leaving only Yuta to defend it and whatever crippled version of Megumi will appear after Sukuna's done with him (and the story. Yuji's development will go to waste if he's just killed by Yuta and then we'll have to see how Yuta plans to continue Gojo's dream of changing Jujutsu Society. Will Yuta become a teacher to create strong sorcerers like Gojo did? Will the world even still exist by that time? Killing the King of Curses won't change the world like Gojo dreamt. In fact, the story might just repeat itself with Yuta becoming a teacher instead). Still, if anyone had to kill Yuji, it should be Gojo, but if Gojo is to be the one that ends up killing Yuji to kill Sukuna, no one else will be capable of killing Gojo. Therefore, Gojo likely won't die.

Either way, I feel like it would be strange to kill off both Yuji and Gojo.

Gege also said that the "brain" can't control Gojo either, because it would be impossible for the brain to kill him. If the brain wanted Gojo's body after Sukuna possibly killed Gojo, I doubt it would be able to control him anyways because Sukuna would have sliced him to pieces. Gege also said there wouldn't be any point in the brain controlling Gojo's body, so Gojo dying for the brain's purposes wouldn't happen, as Gege said himself.

Therefore, I just don't see any good outcome from Gojo's death besides angst or even character development? What other reason is there for Gojo to die? Yuji already lost Nanami and thought Nobara died, giving him the character development needed for him to choose to kill Mahito. The world will also probably crumble if Gojo doesn't appear out of the box soon. Just him being sealed was enough for the Hunger Games: Jujutsu Sorcerer Edition to come out, so Gojo permanently disappearing (i.e. dying) pretty much means the world's gonna end 🤷 After all, if the spirits were gonna start a revolution, they could've done it ages ago, but they didn't because of Gojo. Gojo's very presence, even as a child, is what kept them in line all these years. Just one look at his eyes, even though he was only a child, had that old woman and old man looking cursed spirits sweating. Once Gojo appears again, many spirits will go back into hiding, even if not all. Therefore, his very presence would be a great help in restoring order in the world again. That makes Gojo coming back more useful than his death.

As for losing his eyes, it's possible but again, other than angst I don't see a reason for it. Gege also said that having Gojo be the Strongest is to show how strong Yuji's going to be in the future, so handicapping Gojo would be counterproductive.

Therefore, I doubt Gojo's going to die or lose his eyes in the story. There's just no reason for it, unless Gege intends to keep the world in an apocalyptic state at the end, kill off everyone except maybe one person, and have a new cast of sorcerers appear. Otherwise, Gojo's the only one who can reverse the world back to its original state, or close to it, at least within a few days, weeks, or months rather than years with his ability to exorcise spirits on a grand scale. Gojo might end up losing a few screws in his head, but other than that, I'm sure he'll be (physically) fine. I would imagine that Gege would want to loop back to Gojo's dream of changing society. In that case, who other than Gojo could lead? His students are still children. They're not as versed in dealing with the higher ups as he is. If the moral of the story is that such a thing is impossible, what bigger angst is there than to have Gojo live on as the Strongest as everyone he loves dies?

Of course, there was this one interview where Gege said his plan for the ending of Jujutsu Kaisen was that (of the 1st years and Gojo) to keep everyone alive except one person, or everyone dies except one person. In the former, it would easily have to be Yuji who ends up dying while everyone else lives since he's the one who's supposed to be executed from the very beginning. In the latter, as I said, Gojo being the only one left alive while everyone dies could happen just to show the burden and loneliness that comes with being the Strongest- just to show the difference in universes him and the others are living in (however, I will say that this outcome would be unlikely because Gojo's world will only reset to the day Geto had betrayed him. He would start from scratch, raising a new group of students, and then the story would repeat itself in a training montage. In a writing perspective, this ending would only occur if the author forgoes everything just to make you cry, that's it. It would work, but it would ruin the complexities of the story to reset everything by killing everyone for a new set of characters. Reminds me of the Walking Dead by TellTale games. Too many deaths and too many new people with only one of the original cast left. Pretty bad writing, that was).

Either way, if Gege is being serious in what he said about the ending of JJK and having all die except one or vice versa, Gojo is likely to survive either outcome.

However, if it does happen that Gojo dies while his students live, there's the matter of keeping Sukuna at bay and previous reasons stated above.

The only way I could see Gojo dying is if Yuji ends up surpassing Gojo enough so that he's no longer needed to keep balance in the world. Or, as Gege had described in why he killed Nanami (his favorite character, might I add), if Gojo no longer has any use in the story. In that case, Gojo would die, or it'd be alright for him to die because Yuji would take his place. Still, it's doubtful Gojo would become a character that's no longer needed when the world is hardly able to function without him.

If we're talking about Gojo's usefulness in the story being what determines whether he lives or dies, I'd say even if Yuji surpasses Gojo, Gojo would still remain useful- in politics, at least. Let's remember that without Gojo, the beginning of change in Jujutsu Society would not have happened. Yuta would've been executed, as would Yuji, Megumi would be in the Zenin clan, Maki would've never been recommended for 1st grade without Gojo paying off Mei Mei, Nanami might've not come back (Nanami said he hates the way the higher ups do things, but he trusts and has faith in Gojo even if he doesn't respect him). There are so many things that Gojo has done throughout the story, and if Gojo hadn't done one thing- if he let Yuta die, for example, or kept Megumi in the Zenin clan, the story would've been drastically different.

In other words, even if Gojo's physical abilites are somehow gone, Gojo's mouth still has plenty of uses. If the guy can talk his way out of his students' execution, he can likely talk his way out of his own, or at least Yaga's. Gojo's got a lot more uses than just exorcising curses, after all. As long as Gojo has use in the story, I'd think it's safe to say he'll survive. Hell, Gege might even keep him around just to hate on him some more. Though, the reality is that Gojo basically wrote Jujutsu Kaisen with how his actions created the ripple effect into what we have now- another parallel between the author and Gojo, since it's been said that Gojo has a lot of similarities to Gege (Could Gojo be Gege's self insert? 😳 Even their names are similar!)

Also, Gojo had planned ahead enough for Yuta to become a double agent and trick the higher ups into thinking he'd killed Yuji. It's likely he has more up his sleeve than that and is sitting in the prison realm waiting for other traps he had set to go off.

Here's the Q&A translation where Gege said the brain can't kill Gojo:

https://twitter.com/_zanzou_/status/1379431624262094868?s=19

Other Q&As I've read are from Shiro, JJK Fanbook, and Ducky on Twitter and JujutsuFact on Insta, etc

- 🤔 (Sorry if this one seems a bit rushed or hard to read! I'd have to reread the Shibuya arc to explain more in depth but the pain is just 😭 I'm going off of my thoughts while I was reading this awhile ago cause I got told Gojo might die in that arc and I remember thinking all these things to myself to convince myself he won't die and wanted to share!)

WOW JUST WOW now I've learned more from this post than all of my classes combined. I never knew about some of those things. That's very interesting 🤔 anon! Mann just reading this I'm literally trying to picture how the manga will go...and yes gojo ain't dying no if someone says he is imma slap them with this post. THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN OH GREAT 🤔 ANON. We really appreciate all the research you do and I absolutely love reading them!! ❤❤❤ I LOVE YOU

#thank you 🥺❤️ #ahh i love youu #gojo protection squad #gojo discussions #gojou satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #skipps chat

[dollops-of-delusion]

i remember you posted something about gojo and nanamin's dynamic (specifically that nanami enjoys alcoholic beverages while gojo is a lightweight and doesn't drink very much) and ive got some news for you! you don't have to imagine an interaction between them because it already happened in a light novel

here's part two of the whole thing, you can find part one by searching it up but there's a specific moment in pt 2 that i want you to see (totally not because i'm pushing my NanaGo agenda 🥸)

the scene is set right after yuuji wakes up from his pseudo death, before nanami takes him on as his mentor. this is essentially just the interaction between gojo and nanami that went down where gojo asked him to take care of yuuji for the time being. skip to around 7 minutes to see it :P

i think it gives a better look at gojo's character, you can clearly see his compassion in the way he talks about yuuji, you can tell that he cares. it's also interesting to me that he went to nanami for such a dire situation. their friendship is really undermined by the fandom i think; you have to keep in mind that yuuji at this point is supposed to be dead, and the fact that he's still alive is kept hidden from the higher-ups, so gojo must really trust in nanami to let him take on yuuji's mentorship.

what is this skipping you speak of? anything you show me i’m going to watch to its entirety, silky, esp if it’s about jjk!

so, thoughts: that interaction is canon???? and you found it to show it to me????? silky, i love you

and in general i loved their conversation?? and their experiences together??? i don’t know, i think i’ve always been curious to see how everybody in the show interacts with each other… normally? what i mean by that is the purpose of the main story/manga is, well, to progress with plot points— plot points that exist out of the world’s typicality, so the characters are usually interacting during extraordinary circumstances. it’s nice to see what a day to day is like with gojo and nanami when the world isn’t totally, but only moderately, fucked.

the point is i liked it, and i liked how their relationship’s dynamics shifts from satirical to serious inextricably, and i liked seeing their minds meld. and i really liked seeing them vulnerable.

i agree, silky— the kind of trust they have in each other is overlooked.

#inverse philophobia #deluge: jjk #also i’m sorry this took so late to respond to i was stuck cleaning all day— #tw swearing #swearing tw

[hellbubu]

Happyhoganon: If Sasuke had stayed a villain (or whatever you want to see him as), even after he was defeated by Naruto and was released by the new Hokage Kakashi, only in secret, how dangerous of one could he be? Especially if Sasuke slowly gained more of his former allies' trust and from time to time use them for his own agendas with no one questioning and thinking about what Sasuke is really up to?

I’ll be 100% honest with you dear, what you’re about to read is just me writing the first things that come to mind w/o looking at the manga or anime. I may still be in the fandom, but I’m not going through the whole mess that’s Naruto again.

My whole answer is a mess and doesn’t make much sense. And by the end, I made it into another thing entirely. I apologize.

I broke down your ask into a couple of questions so that I can think more clearly. My three brain cells have forgotten small bits of Naruto and they refuse to work even after my coffee.

Do I think the Valley of the End fight could have ended differently? Yes. But, if Sasuke were to win, I believe Naruto would have to die. Why? By the end of the anime/manga, he is the only one (alive) with who Sasuke has a significant bond. He is what caused Sasuke to go back to Konoha. Their bond was that important to Sasuke. You see it when they’re dead (?) and Sasuke worries about Naruto’s feelings.

Would Hokage! Kakashi release a Sasuke that he knows is against Konoha? No. In this scenario, Naruto dies in the fight and Sasuke is (obviously) quite wounded so Sakura has to heal him. So Konoha gets their hands on an unconscious Sasuke, they interrogate him and find out that he still hates the shinobi system and wants it gone (fair enough). Kakashi would not just release him. The elders would probably demand he be executed. Naruto’s dead so there won’t be anyone to beg and fight for him not to be. (Think what you want of Sakura, but realistically, even if she were to beg for him not to be executed they wouldn’t listen to her. They’d probably listen to Naruto because he is Konoha’s hero).

So he’s either executed, forced into submission, or he manages to break free/Team Taka breaks him out.

Would Sasuke secretly use his allies for his “own agenda”? Nope. He would probably evade authorities and shinobis and whatnot, but he wouldn’t secretly do anything. Sasuke has always made it clear what his goals are and where/with who he stands.

Now, I’m gonna go through another scenario because no one ever asks for my opinion on things and I got kinda excited.

Let’s say Kakashi does release Sasuke and lets him just do his thing. If Otogakure becomes more like an actual village as it is in Boruto, Sasuke could head there. (I may not watch Boruto, but I know some things!!) He stays there with Team Taka and Orochimaru. What does he do? He takes a more Gojo approach to the whole situation. (Yes, I'm still going through some JJK brainrot, I'm sorry)

As much as I’d love to see Sasuke kill the elders, they’d probably just get replaced. Plus, having the power of the Hokage does not mean that people will listen to him nor does it mean that things will change in the other villages. Plus, even if Naruto was the only person who could defeat Sasuke in a fight, it doesn’t make him undefeatable. He can still be caught off-guard. There’d still be assassination attempts and people infiltrating Konoha to find secrets and weak points to take over.

Do I think Sasuke’s be a good teacher? Maybe. Maybe not. I know he’d try his hardest. Showing the younger generation that the system doesn’t work and needs to be changed would tremendously help, in my opinion. Especially if one of the kids is like Naruto and befriends people from other villages.

Why Otogakure? Because I believe it’s the best place for misfits, the people the villages hated and ostracized. Even if the whole revolution thing doesn’t work out, Otogakure could simply be made into a village that doesn’t follow the shinobi system.

Would Orochimaru continue with their experiments? Probably. I read this fic once where Konoha sends their prisoners to Orochimaru, while it isn’t canon it does make sense. Orochimaru is under “house arrest” (quotation marks because we all know Orochimaru could just either a. Kill Yamato or b. Escape unnoticed) but still experiments. I’m pretty sure many technological advances were their doing. To think that Konoha would send some of their worst prisoners to Orochi isn’t that “wild”.

Feel more than free to send more aks, love.

#ask response #happyhoganon #sasuke uchiha #anti konoha #mj's headcanons #pro sasuke #long post #I'm not even that knowledgeable when it comes to sasuke i just love him #might want to check out avengerhawks or leportraitducadavre or other blogs dedicated to analysing sasuke #not that those blogs only analyse sasuke but I really like their interpretations of naruto as a whole (and sasuke)

[mist-chance]

JJK Chapter 137

This is going up a bit late, but I wanted to post my thoughts on Chapter 137 before I get around to reading Chapter 138.

This chapter, which reads as Part 1 of the Shibuya Incident Aftermath, is really interesting because it shows what the state of the jujutsu world – and the non-jujutsu world of Japan – is outside of Shibuya. When there’s a lot of action going on, like the kind that’s been happening for the past year or so worth of chapters, it’s easy to get tunnel vision and focus only on the main cast. So it’s nice that we get some context as to what’s happening outside of Shibuya.

1) Dystopia abound.

We already got a hint of how the non-jujutsu world is affected by an influx of cursed spirits during the action part of the Shibuya Incident, within the contained space of the curtain surrounding Shibuya. Now we learn that other locations in Japan are being affected as well: the state of the government is unknown, there are concerns of how Japan’s political and commercial infrastructure will hold up to this massive shift in reality (and how other countries will view and react to these changes), people are evacuating affected cities, and an important question has arisen as a result of the Shibuya Incident – should the non-jujutsu world, the normal world, become aware of the existence of curses?

This question is important, because it seems Fake-Geto (I know the curse user possessing Geto’s body is Kamo Noritoshi the ancestor, but Fake-Geto is easier to use) is dead set on bringing back a world where powerful cursed spirits held the most influence in the world. It’ll be interesting to see whether or not cursed spirits and the jujutsu world at large become common knowledge to non-jujutsu sorcerers, and how the world will change as a result of either one of these decisions.

2) Yuta appears!

This is his first appearance since Volume 0 (the prequel volume). He pretty much looks the same to me, though his face looks a bit more mature and his hair is longer. He’s still awkward around others – even children – though he looks pretty confident when dealing with the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters. 

Here, Yuta seems to be gearing up for a rampage/epic beatdown similar to the one in Volume 0, after Geto took down his friends. Yuta’s pretty similar to Gojo in that he has the capability to pull of a deus ex machina during a time of crisis; he can evolve at an extraordinary rate and pull off impossible feats. (Gojo himself has mentioned that Yuta has the potential to become just as strong as him.)

So in JJK there are two god-like characters: Gojo Satoru, the self-proclaimed but probably-really-is the strongest sorcerer in the world, and Okkotsu Yuta, who’s on his way to being as strong as Gojo. The reason the Shibuya Incident had such devastating consequences is because Gojo was sealed away early on, and Yuta was supposedly still out of the country. Making these two god-like characters unavailable allowed for the struggles and losses in this arc to happen, and gave characters like our main trio the opportunity to grow.

What’s interesting in the aftermath of the Shibuya Incident is that we’re still down Gojo, but we’ve gained Yuta. And Yuta seems to be currently under the influence of the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters – or rather, they’re taking advantage of his need for vengeance and Yuta’s letting them manipulate him – whereas Gojo has always opposed their authority. (When Gojo killed Geto, I doubt he did it because the elders issued a kill-order on Geto. He most likely did it because Geto was dangerous, and Gojo knew the only way to stop him was to kill him.)

As of this chapter, the elders seem reluctant to trust Yuta. But for now, they have a Special Grade Sorcerer to do their bidding.

3) The elders at Jujutsu Headquarters and their plan of action.

This chapter again shows how black and white the current authority of the jujutsu world – the elders at Jujutsu Headquarters (I believe they’re all unidentified except for Gakuganji Yoshinobu) – are, and how desperate they are to maintain their conservative, straightforward vision of how the jujutsu world and the non-jujutsu worlds should be.

It’s hard to tell how much information Jujutsu Headquarters is operating on, based on the orders they’ve issues.

Order 1: We know the elders know that Geto is “alive.” However, it’s unclear whether or not they know that Geto isn’t the real Geto, but a curse user possessing his body. In any case, they want him killed again.

Order 2: We know the elders know Gojo is sealed, since originally, during the Shibuya Incident, the order was to free Gojo Satoru. (This may not have been an official Headquarters order; both the College and Kyoto group may’ve only been acting on Mechamaru’s info.)

This new order calls for Gojo’s continued imprisonment. It’s reasonable for the elders to be suspicious of Gojo (someone who’s always opposing their authority) to be Geto’s accomplice – especially since they were best friends  – so this order is understandable. 

But there’s a fine line between the elders wanting to keep Gojo sealed because they believe he’s a traitor, and wanting to keep him sealed away because it keeps him from interfering with their agenda.

Order 3: This order is absolutely ridiculous, on par with the idea of Absolute Justice in One Piece – the idea or reasoning that, because Geto and Gojo were his students, Yaga is responsible for the decisions they made and continue to make as adults. 

The elders didn’t hold this against Yaga when Geto (real Geto) defected and became a curse user. The difference between then and now is that Gojo is being treated as an accomplice to a curse user. So the goal of this order might be to punish Yaga for producing two traitorous students, or his execution is a way to justify Gojo’s continued imprisonment. The reasoning for the latter option, if we consider the dark, manipulative elders route instead of the ignorant, misinformed one, could be that, to justify that Gojo’s crime is bad enough to warrant being sealed for eternity, his former teacher is also culpable, and the only punishment worthy of his crime is death.

Order 4: Reinstating Yuji’s execution order is expected, given Gakuganji’s previous manipulations during the Kyoto Exchange Arc. 

Order 5: This order, for Yuta to be Yuji’s executioner, is also expected. Yuta is currently the only Special Grade (who hasn’t gone rogue) to not have a relationship or any interaction with Yuji; and, given Yuta’s desire to keep his friends safe, Yuji already has a point against him for what he did to Inumaki – even if it was technically Sukuna’s fault.

What might happen next?

There are two ways of thinking the elders could be operating under. One, they’re operating on incomplete information (mainly, not knowing Kamo Noritoshi the ancestor is possessing Geto’s body, which could potentially make Orders 2 and 3 void); or two, the elders do have all the information, and they’re trying to keep Gojo sealed away for their own benefit. With Gojo out of the way, the elders have no one (powerful enough, anyways) to oppose their authority, and they can shape both the jujutsu world and the non-jujutsu world as they please.

[Their order of keeping Gojo sealed is probably the one they’ll regret the earliest. It’s stated in one of the earlier chapters that curses grew in strength because a being of Gojo Satoru’s strength was born into the world. Cursed spirits grew stronger simply as a matter of evolution, the prey evolving to better counter the predator that would hunt them down. 

And while there are several talented sorcerers still active to fight the sudden influx of powerful cursed spirits, and several sorcerers-in-training who can step up to joint the fight, the Shibuya Incident also took talented sorcerers like Nanami. Gojo was very much a large-scale, heavy-hitter fighter, capable of taking down several curses at once with little effort. Without him around, it’ll  be harder for sorcerers to operate. It’ll definitely give Fake-Geto all the time he needs to enact his plans, since the sorcerers will be too busy fighting curses to figure out his endgame.]

Then there’s the question of how much Yuta knows about each order. Like the elders, Yuta is either ignorant of one or more of the orders (as in, he doesn’t know that Gojo is supposed to stay sealed, or that unsealing him is a criminal act; or that Yaga, Panda’s creator/guardian, is slated for execution), or he knows all of the orders and is choosing to ignore the ones that don’t give him permission to take out Yuji. Either mindset could lead to interesting future conflicts, but I think it’s more likely that Yuta doesn’t know all of the orders. Based on my read of him from Volume 0, he isn’t the type to go for extreme measures unless his friends are hurt.

It also looks like Yuta’s goal of executing Yuji can go two ways. Either he tries killing Yuji and ends up fighting Sukuna, or he tries killing Yuji and his friends (mainly Maki and Panda, if Inumaki’s still out of commission) stop him and beat some sense into him. It’s possible, of course, that the feelings of Yuji’s previous allies/friends may have changed over the course of the Shibuya Incident, because of the damage Sukuna caused while fighting Jogo (e.g. Kusakabe. The difference with Kusakabe, though, is that he was indifferent to Yuji’s existence as Sukuna’s host until the mass destruction in Shibuya. He also, to my knowledge, has never met Yuji.)

But that seems doubtful for the second years, since Panda still seems fine with Yuji, and I can’t see Inumaki and Maki disagreeing with him. And even if they aren’t, Yaga’s technically in the same boat as Yuji, and it’s unlikely Panda, Inumaki, and Maki would act against him. If Yaga continues to stick up for Yuji, they would most likely follow his lead. Megumi I’m sure will still be on Yuji’s side, as will Nobara (please, please let her be okay.). 

As for Yuji and Yaga... I can’t imagine Yaga trying to run off to avoid execution. He’s more of the type to make a stand. I could see him encouraging Yuji to escape though, and serving as a distraction until Yuji’s escaped far enough.

I’m really excited to see where Chapter 138 will take us!

[Source of all screenshots: VIZ Media]

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