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quartzalynlove · 8 months

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Lonely

Pairing: platonic! Gojo x fem! reader

Summary: gojo checks in on you after you've been acting strangely

A/N: irls pls don't read this. Also this is my favorite example of Megumi being irritated by Gojo's existence

It was an awful week for Megumi. For seven days straight he had to stay at home with Gojo and be driven everywhere by Gojo. He might not make it much longer.

Usually, he'd go everywhere with you before having to go back home to that annoying man; he'd even ask to spend a night at your apartment if you let him. Still, even if he couldn't be with you as opposed to Gojo, he could talk to you from time to time. However, you stopped answering your phone.

It was a Saturday night, and after locking himself in his room all day, Megumi decided to eat and try texting you again. A half hour passed and there was no response. He could never get annoyed with you. If anything Megumi was worried, you were just as talkative as Gojo, thankfully without the capacity for annoyance.

Just as he thought of the devil, Gojo walked into the kitchen. Unfortunately, if anyone knew what was up with you it would be him. Megumi turned to Gojo who hummed as he grabbed a box of pocky.

"Do you know if Y/N's on a mission or something?"

Gojo perked up, thinking for a second before replying. "I don't think she is. Why?"

"She hasn't texted me back all week," Megumi looked at his phone.

It was then Gojo also realized that he hadn't heard from you in over two weeks, nor has he seen you much. It was definitely out of character, especially as his best friend. Placing his snack on the counter, Gojo began to walk away.

"Would you be this beside yourself if I went missing?" He joked.

Megumi grumbled. "Just go check on her."

A knock at the door broke you out of your trance-like state at the TV. With a tired sigh, you paused your show and went to answer it.

When the door opened before Gojo, he was surprised to be met with your tired eyes, a blanket and pillow on your couch that was surrounded by empty snack packages, and Queen Charlotte playing on your TV. With a smile, he held up a bag of sweets in his hand.

"You busy?"

You let Gojo in, falling silent as he did a quick observation of your living room.

"Gotta say, this doesn't look good."

You simply fiddled with your hands in response.

Despite your pleading and assurance that he didn't have to, you sat on the couch and ate some of the various sweets Gojo bought while he tidied the area. As he dried and put away the last cup, Gojo went and sat next to you. He almost thought you would speak first, but you inched away slightly, nibbling on your mochi. It had been years since Gojo had seen you like this, and although he'd wish you'd open up, he would of course take his time until whenever you needed him.

"You almost sent Megumi in a downward spiral," Gojo said. "He didn't have anyone to save him from me."

He could barely get a smile out of you, but at least he got you to respond.

"How is he?" You asked.

Gojo shrugged. "Fine. He sent me to check on you."

"I'm okay, Gojo." You tried to convince him with a weak smile, but it only summoned a small frown on his face.

Gojo tilted his head. "Really? 'Cuz it looks like you've been living in your couch and binging all of your emotional period dramas."

With a light sigh, you averted your gaze as Gojo continued.

"How long have I known you? This really isn't like you Y/N. What's going on?"

You were hesitant in your response. "I'll be fine, Satoru."

Gojo's frown grew longer as you turned your face away. There was nothing the two of you never told each other; why the secrecy now?

"Y/N," he said. "Whatever's going on, you know I'd never judge you right? I know I'm an idiot, but you're still my best friend...I care about you."

You started to feel bad. It wasn't that you didn't trust Gojo; what was bothering you was just so much more complex.

Your lips pressed into a line before you spoke. "Do you ever have a certain problem you hate talking about, a specific one that stays bottled up?"

"That you're ashamed of?" Gojo added.

You gave a small nod still not looking back at Gojo. He placed his hand on top of yours. Your fingers twitched under his touch and you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure there's nothing to be ashamed of. It's not good to keep your feelings bottled up, especially when this is the outcome."

Gojo put you at ease just a bit, besides, you knew he wasn't going to leave until you were feeling better.

Keeping your gaze forward, you finally spoke slowly. "I've been living on the couch because...at least it feels normal to sleep alone here."

Gojo's brows rose as he took a firm hold of your hand, slowly rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. The action made your head turn away completely.

"You've been lonely." He said.

Snatching your hand back, you stared down at your lap with your hand clenched into a fist.

"It's more than that," You spoke quietly, "I...it sounds pathetic."

"Hey, I won't let you talk about yourself like that," Gojo cut in. "There's nothing wrong with feeling like that, alright?"

You tried to accept Gojo's encouragement, but you couldn't. Why did you feel the way you did? It didn't make rational sense; it shouldn't have bothered you this much.

You hugged yourself, finding the strength to continue, "You remember the last time I was in a relationship?" You asked.

"Two years ago," Gojo answered. "But I thought that ended well."

"It did," you nodded. "But...that was the last time I was touched, held, or cared for,"

Gojo noticed how your hands shook as you held yourself. Although your face was hidden from him, he could hear the soft sniffles that left you.

"I hate feeling so needy; I know I don't need someone but I want someone so bad."

With a sympathetic look, Gojo placed a hand on your knee, feeling you tense. "How long have you felt like this?"

"A while," you answered before jerking your leg away from Gojo's hand. "Please don't feel like you have to comfort me."

Gojo did as you wished and moved his hand away. "Well, one, it's kind of in the job description of best friend. Two, I know I don't have to, but I want to. You mean a lot to me Y/N, and to see you hurt like this...it makes me want to help."

You sat in broken silence as Gojo kept talking. "This isn't being needy, Y/N. People need physical touch; we need to feel cared for,"

Gojo inched closer to you, a smile returning to his face, "If it helps," he reached over to your right cheek, cupping it softly as he fixed your face towards him. "I care about you."

Gojo's hand was so gentle against your skin. As he slowly wiped away your tears, you couldn't help nuzzling deeper into his touch.

"There," he spoke softly. "It's okay."

Tears of relief began to fall this time, and Gojo just let them roll down the back of his hand.

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ryujnn · 1 year

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► akuma ﾟ｡ ⋆ a photograph without a face.

► chapter summary ﾟ｡ ⋆ closing one chapter in your life means opening the next — starting the first few pages off with gin, tonic and your husband.

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ gojo being flirty. mature language. mature themes if you use a magnifying glass. mentions of death and funerals.

► note ﾟ｡ ⋆ GOJO X READER CONTENT WOO!!! i can’t wait to write their dynamic now that she’s starting a new chapter *cries* i love this series so much. dont forget to send me an ask and lmk how you enjoyed the chapter!

tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.

“Will you be home late, Mrs. Gojo? We’ll have the guard on watch prepare to let you in whenever you arrive.”

You smiled at the lady, bowing slightly to thank her. “Yes, I’ll be home a little later than usual,” Brushing your palms against your black dress, hands shivering just slightly. “If my husband arrives before me, tell him I’m sleeping.”

Not like he’d check anyway. Silly — that’s what it felt like — sneaking in and out of where you lived and making alibi’s. That happens in movies, not marriages.

The lady bows, nodding with your request. She’s not sure what the tension between you were, she’s noticed since you first moved in — newlyweds don’t act or treat each other the way you both do. Is that her business, though? It is not.

“Alrighty,” She sends a warm smile. “I know today’s a rough day. I hate funerals.”

Unaware how to respond, who would even like funerals? All you could muster up was another nod, another small and forced smile, and a wave as you left.

As you exited the entrance, watching your car pull up to escort you to your family home — you’re met with another car, Ichiji to be specific, honking his normal pattern to alert Satoru that he was outside and not waiting fifteen minutes for him again.

With wide eyes, wanting to avoid the man at all costs after the situation last night, you clutch your purse to your chest and run as fast as you could, strapped heels, to your awaiting vehicle. Even with the smallest steps, bag held to your chest to control the movement of your bust and to keep a hold on your purse; the scene was pitiful.

Walk… or Run of Shame to your own vehicle? With nothing to be shameful of? What the hell was this marriage?

Once you were settled in your car, huffing out a breath and tugging your seatbelt on, you prayed and thanked the gods before you that you hadn’t bumped into Gojo, and he hadn’t seen that embarrassing scene.

All the while, your husband had been watching from his window on his side of the house. He’s got a stupid grin on his face, finding the whole thing silly. If you were avoiding him or running late, he wasn’t sure where you were headed, but wherever it was; you must’ve been in a rush.

Cute. He’s been noticing that adjective popping up in his mind whenever he saw you. Even when you didn’t see him catching a glance — he was always watching.

Cute; when you walked into your shared kitchen and spotted your husband with a towel wrapped around his waist, the back of muscles flexing all the scars he had littered on them. He’s never seen you so red..

Cute; whenever you wake up while wiping your eyes, walking diagonally to the bathroom and almost running into the wall.. every morning.

Cute; the way you softened and eased when he arrived as your knight and shining armor around Geto; saving you from the fear of being humiliated in front of your students.

Whatever was in the water, he wanted it out; fast. He has too much going on, has a promise to fulfill and children to look after. He’s gotta try and save his best friend from doing a horrible mistake — and protect Japan of the upcoming war Suguru declared. He doesn’t have time to fall in love with the woman he married.. however that sounded to a persons ear.

But he can care, right? He can care, he can find the things you do cute. Just, not too often. And there goes that honking again — Ichiji! The man’s having a moment here!

You’ve never been to funeral.

The way your clan works, there weren’t funerals unless it was for the head of clans and unfortunately, you weren’t alive when the originator died. Whenever a female baby was born, then unfortunately put to their deaths, they would simply be buried by a guard in a random landfill spot in town.

You’re convinced your mother was only being granted a funeral because she gave birth to another five bearer — two at that. Because she was lucky enough to have kept both kids and died from her condition.

As the people who never spoke to your mother or even cared to check on her condition, only worrying about Ryou and how he’ll become the successor of the clan… they’d take the stand and speak up about her amazing life and how much of an amazing mother she was.

You’ve only seen five percent of the people attending this funeral, and there were over three hundred.

“An amazing healer she was. She healed my son’s foot after our yearly baseball game, the home run Ryou threw was quite the ball.”

“Ryou, I know it must’ve been hard to see and hear about your mothers passing while traveling.”

“Son, your father will teach you what your mother couldn’t finish. All you need is family.”

“My heart aches for you, Ryou.”

Was it mentioned that Ryou Shio sat next to you, his sister, who’s in between her father and brother — front row as if he’s watching a hockey game.. sucking up all the attention?

You quiver. Ryou never even visited your mother while she was sick, only on the yearly athletics. It made you ill knowing he was the only child receiving condolences when you were the one picking your mother off the floor and escorting her to the bathroom. You were the one braiding her hair when she couldn’t do yours or her own anymore. You were bathing and feeding her.

You.

No matter how much she used her healing sorcery and technique, it was never enough — it would never heal her.

Once your third brothers wife’s cousin, who didn’t even know your given name was Shio, cried about the loss of your mother and how extremely broken Ryou Shio must be, it was your turn — the final speech — to lay your mother to rest once and for all.

“Hello,” You clear your throat, catching everyone’s attention. They weren’t amused, they weren’t as shocked as they were when your twin brother was up here speaking. But that’s okay, because this wasn’t about you, or your bother — just your mother. “Thank you all for attending. I’m Y/N.. Gojo, maiden Shio, and Himari Shio was my mother.”

That got everyone’s attention for sure. There was only one Gojo known.. Satoru Gojo. Six eyes. The propaganda— the man everyone wanted to meet, see, touch and maybe even more.

“My mother wasn’t physically the strongest. She’s never trained or fought… she stayed home with me. Nonetheless, she’s stronger than anyone else here.”

The way the faces turned at you. Some scowls, some head turns and a few with genuine confusion on your statement.

“She might not have fought physically, but she definitely fought for me. I could’ve ended up dead, just like some of your daughters are.. but I’m not.”

“She fought for her children unlike any of you did. That makes her strong, makes you weak. Me, the child that should’ve died, I’m going to battle my brother; whether I die or not. Why? Cause my mother trained me not to quit. Trained me to keep my hair tied up because I always needed to be ready to fight.”

“Trained me by hiding my toys around the house and making me able to scope out places that no one would think of — or show me places people would think of. Trained me by purposely asking for things on the other side of our estate, making me run so my stamina could build. My mother did that after fighting for her daughters life. She’s the strongest while all of you… you’re weak.”

“Y/N!” Your father stands, making up for both Ryou’s hard expression and his very own.

“You’re pathetic,”

Next Ryou stood tall as if he could give a shit about his mother to begin with. “Y/N?!”

“And my mother deserved better than this excuse of a clan.. created by someone who couldn’t get it up in the first place.”

The gasps filled the room like music— and it was a song you’d love to hear on repeat. You’ve got some nerve, you know you do.. but you could care less. Just months until your fight and whether you win or lose, you wouldn’t want to have any regrets to begin with.

Like clockwork, your father stormed up the steps and onto the platform, aiming right for you. All you could do was tilt your head, placing both hands on your hips and await for what was next.

“You’ve lost your mind,” You’ve heard that before. Maybe a few screws did go loose. He’s got a deathly grip on your arm, immediately stopping blood circulation in your vessels. He tugs you forward, causing you to stumble on your heels. “You want to be scattered with Himari? I’ll sprinkle your ass right with her.”

Even though his words were low, eyes could read lips like a book if interested enough. “Be careful now,” You match his volume, moving closer to his ear — to the audience, it looks like a hug. “Won’t win ‘daddy of the year’ if you’re abusing your kids publicly.”

As much as Sousuke despises you and the fact your breathing, you have a point. He releases the grip on your arm and sends you another warning look before stepping away to the microphone.

“My deepest apologies for my daughters behavior. She’s handling this pretty rough considering her relationship with Himari,” Sousuke’s putting on a show. Revealing grieving eyes and a painful stare. “The service will start in a few minutes, please meet us out there.”

As the people sitting in their seats stand to make way outside, your father catches glimpse of a figure walking dangerously close and moves like the speed of light, holding an arm out to block your brother.

“You just had to make it about you, huh?” Ryou’s held back by your fathers burly arm, who’s trying to calm him down and beckon him to just leave it alone.

You shrugged, keeping a bored and unamused expression on your face. “That’s rich coming from you,” You almost chuckle. “Considering no one’s here for my mother, and only to see you in the flesh.”

“Sounds like jealousy.”

You roll your eyes. Yeah, you were definitely jealous — it was the whole reason you were going through with the battle. Did your brother have to know that? No, he didn’t.

Sousuke drops his arm from your brother, though he kept an eye on both of you. Considering the tension between you both, he was afraid the fight would start earlier than it should’ve. And from your expression alone — he’s sure he’d be watching a fight and not you just getting your ass handled.

You wouldn’t allow it to go any further. You’ve said your peace, and the only thing really binding you with your family was your mother. Now that she was gone, and this was about putting her to rest — you didn’t have to be here anymore. Didn’t have to talk to your family for anymore arrangements or asking to speak to your mother.

In a way, just a slim way, you were free. Just like her.

A small chuckle left your lips as you clasped your hands behind your back. “I’ll make everything easy, I’ll go. I just ask for one more thing.. after, you won’t have to speak to me until the fight,”

“Keep me some of her ashes. I’d want to sprinkle them at our lake.”

You’ve never had one of these before.

The last time you almost downed an alcoholic beverage, your mother ended passing out. You’ve never had the time to enjoy alcohol, either. Taking care of your mother, wedding planning, funeral planning — and hey, even planning your own death!

(Lmao.)

“Drink the whole thing. If you sip it, you’ll hate it.”

And you’ve taken that advice too literal. Now you’re several shots in, this new foreign feeling giving you pure euphoria. You’ve got a small smile on your face, resting your jaw in your palm, babbling to your bartender.

“I can.. I can shoot water from my nipples too!” A small giggle leaves your lips, using your free hand to point at your breasts. “F’you wanna see, I… I can show you.”

“Ah, no! It’s alright!” He chuckles back, making a mental note to cut you off. He can’t ignore the little grin on your face, eyes fluttered closed with your cheeks burning a faint red. You were cute. “Can I see your phone?”

Normally, you’d say no. But the fact he’s even asking for your phone makes you giggle even more than you were before and you’re sliding your device over to be bartender who’s served you an amazing selection of fruity beverages.

Normally, you’d be thinking: What the fuck? Absolutely not! Asking for my phone to put a tracker on it or something? Creeper.

Instead, you’re thinking: That’s so funny! A bartender asking for my phone.. this isn’t T-Mobile! Silly bartender, bartender so silly.

He accepts, triple clicking your phone for your emergency contacts. The first number he calls, the phone goes straight to voicemail. It then tells him the number has been turned off, and though it confuses him — he goes to the next number.

Ring.

“What’s wrong?”

The sudden question catches the bartender off guard, nonetheless, he clears his throat cautiously. “Hello, Is this Mr. Gojo?” Earning a hum in return. “I have… what’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Pour me ‘nother.. one of those sweet thingies. Want sugar on my cup this time, no salt puhlease.”

“Your name.”

“Mm.. Shio!”

There’s no point trying to get anything else out of you, nonetheless, he relays the message back to the man on the phone.

“I have… Shio here. She’s had a lot to drink. She walked here, and she’s offering a few things I’m sure she’s not supposed to.”

There’s a soft breath on the other line before he speaks up. “Thank you. Could you send me the location? I’ll be there a few.”

And as requested, the bartender does.

Within 10 minutes of the call, there’s a jingle at the door, revealing at six foot man in his work uniform. Ivory hair falling past his cerulean blue eyes. He scoped out the room until his eyes fell on you.

He’s made his way over, leaning against the bar until your flutter your eyes open, your mascara catching under your eyes. Whether you were crying or sweating, it makes his heart pang. He wants to comfort you, hold you and tell you it’s okay — but he doesn’t even know why you were sad today.

Doesn’t even know where you were.

He doesn’t know anything going on with you anymore. Himari’s not here to tell him, knowing you wouldn’t, so now he’s in the dark.

Either way, he wants to get you home.

“You.. mm, hi.” You sit up in your seat, trying to fix your hair subconsciously. His gaze wasn’t intimidating— it wasn’t scary, but you still wanted to make sure you looked nice for him.

All for him.

“Hi.” Satoru responds, squatting down to the ground. He looks up at your from his position, sending you his thousand dollar smile. “Havin’ fun?”

You’re peering down at him, nodding quickly to his answer. “Sleepy.”

He chuckles, shooting up from the ground. He grabs your hand gently, intertwining his fingers with yours. He could coo at the size difference, but he’s gotta keep it together. He’s got to get you home and in bed.

“Thank you, bud,” Gojo bows slightly to the bartender, who returns it. He pulls a big bill from his back pocket, and he’s sure enough it’ll cover everything you had and even slip in a tip, tossing it over to the bar.

“I’m gonna go lock the door, stay right there.”

Of course you wouldn’t. You dropped your stupid, wobbly heels and made your way to the kitchen. You knew you wouldn’t be able to jump on the kitchen island, so you opted to crawling up on it.

You were sure you looked trashy. Black dress riding up as you struggled to get up on countertop, but you could care less right now. You felt great. Warm, happy — free.

Once you were settled, you caught sight of your husband. He’s got his hands covering his eyes, waiting for you to give him the ‘okay!’ to drop them. He probably caught glimpse of your ass, considering you were just on display.

And the cute smile on his lips as if he’s seen underwear for the first time.

The image makes you giggle, shaking your head at him. “M’all covered now,” Gojo drops his hands cautiously, making his way over to you at a comfortable distance. “You could’ve looked f’you wanted. You’re my husband~.”

Now it was Gojo’s turn to turn red. Sure, he’s looked at you in dresses, or those tight jeans you wear to the school.. but imaging you in your underwear? God, he feels like a pervert.

He shakes his head. “You’re only sayin’ that cause you’ve been drinking,” He nods his head over to your side of the estate. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

“M’serious,” You extended your leg, attempting to pull him forward. “I.. I wouldn’t mind. But I don’t think you’d want to. S’okay, I jus’.. Don’t care if you look or stuff like that.”

Now his curiosity is piqued. He tilts his head, ignoring your little attempts to pull him forward. “You don’t think I’d want to? What’s that mean?”

You shrug your shoulders, a natural yet drunk pout on your lips. “Y’don’t let me touch you,” You hold your hands out, palms facing him. “I’ve only touched you during the wedding. You always have the.. thing on. But you let other people touch’ya. I know we’re not as close, but, ‘dunno. Guess I was thinkin’ I could too.”

“You wanna touch me?”

Nodding yes, please. Maybe it was the liquid courage, maybe it was the recent thoughts you’ve had. You’ve wanted to touch your husband badly. A hug, a kiss, even if it was a shove, you wouldn’t have minded.

There’s just something intimate about being able to touch someone without feeling uncomfortable, or untrustworthy to the point where your frying your brain just so they wouldn’t be able to lay a finger on you.

You didn’t think you were that bad.

There’s something Gojo can’t miss in your eyes. If he travels away from the intoxication and the sadness.. there’s something else. He wants to see it without the other two— therefore, he doesn’t look too deep.

But he’s caught a glimpse of where your mind wonders.

In return, he raises his palms to yours, leveling himself until you were skin to skin. He watches your eyes widen and soften within seconds. Your hands cup around his wrists, and up his arms. With the little strength you have left, you pull him forward more, until he was between your legs.

Really close.. that’s what he was. You thought you were dreaming for a moment. He smelled sweet yet so masculine, like a woody caramel.

Your hands raise cautiously to his jaw before pulling them away, covering your hand over your mouth. “M’sorry,” You shake your head, squeezing your eyes together until it was painful. “That’s too much. Sorry—”

“I didn’t say stop, did I?”

Gojo knows he’s playing a dangerous game. There’s a slim chance you’ll remember this in the morning, and even if you did — so what? After the day he’s had today, what he’s witnessed alone.. it put a lot on him. And for some strange reason.. all he wanted to do was see you.

Hear your voice, even if it was from an argument.

See you smile, even if it wasn’t for him.

With his invitation, he watched you sit up like a child being offered candy before dinner. Your small hands cupped his cheeks, squishing them together and giggling at the way his glossy, pink lips puckered.

He’s got the prettiest lips.

You wish part of you didn’t hate him. You wanted to know why he married you — you wanted to know why he cared so much yet so little. You wanted to know the relationship he had with your mother — who Suguru Getou was and why he was so stressed out lately.

You wanted to know a lot, you wanted to know too little.

You were tired.

Gojo felt your hands drop from his face and watched the excitement fall from your eyes as he countered this moment over. Even for the few minuets you enjoyed roaming his skin and exploring something you never had, he loved every second.

You look down to your legs, “Sleepy.”

He clicks his tongue, laughing gently at your small words. “Let’s get you to bed then, hm?”

His large palms scoop under your thighs and pops you up into your chest. Your legs wrapped around him stomach cautiously, your head resting against chest once your arms laid over his shoulders.

Satoru made sure his steps were calculated and slow, just to keep you in his arms a few seconds longer — and to enjoy this moment just a little bit more. Come the morning, this would all be a dream to you.. and be his reality.

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ladytheoris · 1 year

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The divine interruption

Pairing: Gojou Satoru X Fem. Reader

Warning: NSFW, inspired by Cha Eunwoo in Island. (He is hot tbh), imagine this in a medieval setting.

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The vintage vibe in this pristine garden is something that you have always loved. You love how it calms your nerves and it always gives you a sense of satisfaction. Even more so when your father decided to marry you off to some new angelic priest who is about to be posted in your area.

All that you knew was that he is special; he is Gojou Satoru the high priest and the incarnation of the angel.

You knew something was different in the whole area since the new head priest came to the town; that person you are marrying. He was loved by everyone because the older ladies said he has heavenly eyes that will soothe all their problems, the ladies told so because he is such a smooth talker and knew the different ways to make egg tarts. The kids said so because he loved them and bought them candies. Just like a Santa Clause; but to you, he was nothing like a saint.

Ever since his eyes laid on you, you felt different. Call the heavenly eyes curated magic, but this wasn't feeling a religious place should be giving. You felt hot, his eyes scanning areas you never cared about. It was like each moment you heard his satin voice say the hymns, you were aching to be touched by him. Was this because of the bond connecting you to him, or your carnal desire? you didn't know and were even more happy to give in to those thoughts than stay away from them.

His cerulean eyes met yours at the altar for the first time and you saw your whole future flash in your mind. His smooth yet strong voice made you believe in every celestial being to bless you immensely. And after the prayer hours ended, he beckons you to his room. And somehow the feeling of being trapped between the walls of his room and his masculine chest felt like you were the devil he came to exorcise.

The fear of the unknown, the sweet smell of the cake he just had, and the way his hot breath caressed your neck were anything but divine.

"You know YN, I can see your thoughts. They're remarkably printed on your pretty face." He tells.

You couldn't decline. By now if it wasn't for the arms he held beside you, you would have been put on the floor.

"May I touch you?" He asks.

You nod your head in approval.

"Words, doll. I need words." His velvety voice slipped into your core.

"Yes, please." You stuttered.

You were in his cabin, filled with all the holy books and manuscripts. And at this point, this made you seem like salvation at its best.

You saw him remove his ring, and the holy cross around his neck, placing them on the table where you could see yourself in a few moments.

His long fingers wander down your neck tracing patterns. In a swift movement, he removes the strap of your dress, placing hickeys all over your now-exposed shoulder. His hands go further down, removing your dress along with it. He smooths his hands against your ribs, calming your nerves in just one smooth motion. His cerulean eyes were fixed on the curves of your chest, analyzing every rise and fall.

His hands held your waist strongly as he lifted you against the wall, and pressed himself against you. You gasp at the heat of his body. His lips placed wet kisses on your neck as you held onto him. You were not bothered by what lie to tell the ladies when they ask about the obvious love bites on your neck. Because of how time kept progressing, it was like he wanted to make sure everyone knew those were his.

His swift motions were too languid that you didn't even notice when you were sprawled on his table. You could feel his hands moving toward that heat. With his ice-cold fingers, it felt like heaven when his sneaky fingers played with your clit. And you were about to fall apart just by his fingers, when he went down on his knees in front of you, as his tongue drew intricate art designs there.

"The only one whom I have gone on my knees is for God, so I will make sure you remember everything that happens tonight." His silky voice was muffled, as you pushed him further towards yourself. Your fingers were tangled in his hair and moaned at your pull.

"Oh, my God!" You screamed.

"Yes, I am your God. Scream my name like that's the only thing you know." The vibrations of his sound made you see stars in that closed room.

"Why me?" You ask him.

"You tell me, sweetheart. Why won't I choose someone as innocent as a dove to be corrupted first by the angel of sin." You saw a divine glow around him, he looked almost godly between your legs.

His tongue played with your clit showing you every possible universe in a few hot minutes, while his fingers went in and out of you rhythmically.

For a flash of a second, his fingers were scissoring in you and you saw all possible universes that one moment he touched that spot. "Oh god!"

"Yes scream out loud all you want, let everyone know who you belong to." His movements fastens and you came down your high.

"This is just the beginning of many, YN" He kisses the corner of your lips, making you get a taste of yourself. "I can't wait to see you in my arms after our marriage."

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gabriella0807 · 1 year

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In the prison realm He is wondering how much time has passed since he's been sealed. He cracks jokes and has conversations with the skeletons to fight boredom. He admits to himself that he cares for the people in his life more than he thought he would. He's missing sweets so much. But he's missing his senpai's outbursts more. He's wondering if the boy he has raised and his sister are alright. He's racking his brain, worrying about the ones he loves. Then he throws all of his thoughts out the window, emptying his mind just to start all over again. He's hungry and thirsty, then he's not. These are just phantom needs because time doesn't exist here. Still, he's breathing. Still, he's alive. He's checking, his face is still smooth. He's trapped in infinity, even though Infinity is an old friend of his. He is accustomed to be alone. But the silence grows heavy. It becomes deafening. Suffocating. There's no way out. There is a way out. There has to be.

#gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #satoru gojo #gojo #gojou #satoru #gojou satoru #satoru gojou #gojo sensei #gojou sensei #my writing #gabriella0807 #jjk angst

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zohanimenthusiast · 10 months

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He's so fiiiiiiiineeee 😩

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojou sensei #gojou satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojou #jjk satoru #jjk gojo #jjk s2 #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jjk season 2 #gojo icons #jjk icons #jjk #jujutsu kaisen icons #anime icons #anime #my icons

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nephlicc · 10 months

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Just got back from drawing

Satoru Gojo from Jujutsu Kaizen in Suikoden Artstyle!

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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kisses and cuddles, satoru gojo.

this is my first time making a gojo fanfic, not a big fan and honestly don't know how this would turn out but it's a request from a friend

warning: none

written by @snmnjrwf

contents ahead: your boyfriend, satoru whom you haven't seen in a while is back.

The lights are on and the curtains are being opened by someone as your eyes squint because of the bright sunlight that is coming into your room. 'Draw them back', You said arms over your eyes as you slowly open your eyes and adjust to the bright light 'Morning to you too sweetheart.' Said the person with a light chuckle at the end

You recognized the voice almost immediately if it weren't for the fact that you had woken up 'What are you doing here?!' You shouted in panic. Your boyfriend of three years whom you haven't seen so much lately is here! with a cute bunny apron on, his hair is still a bit damped and it was covering his forehead unlike the usual

He chuckles 'What happened to 'hi' or 'good morning' hm?' You redden looking away from him and stood up 'But seriously, what are you doing here? I thought you won't be back until next week?' He smiles hugging your frame so suddenly 'I do but I just missed you so much I decided to take a day off.' You flinched hesitating to hug him back and caressing his back

Was so into the fact that your boyfriend is finally home, you didn't quite catch the aromatic smell of the pancakes he made you while you were sleeping not until he broke the hug off and ushered you to eat.

Satoru sat you down on the stool, picked up the plate, and put two pancakes stacking them and give it to you 'Thanks, love!' He smiles sitting down beside you propping one hand under his chin and watching you as you pour the maple syrup and consume the food

It is now three in the afternoon and you just got out of the shower all dressed up in a comfy shirt of Satoru and a pair of shorts. Satoru just come out of the kitchen with a bowl of snacks in hand along with two tin cans of carbonated drinks 'We're watching a movie?' He hummed putting down the bowl on the table 'We're watching the new Tim Burton series! Wednesday!' He cheered doing his small dances as he grabbed the controller and switched on the television

You walk to the couch taking a seat beside him. He took notes of you leaning closer to him and bringing the fluff blanket from the other side draping it on both of you 'I hope you are warmer now' Beaming at you and played the series

Satoru was watching the movie in focus, eyes never leaving the screen as his hand would occasionally be in the bowl to have some snacks but you? You never concentrate on the series and you were trying your best to get his attention. He didn't notice at first but then you started to whine, he paused the series turning to look at you, and tilted his head to the left 'Is anything, fine princess?' You frowned at the question and he laughed kissing the top of your head 'I'm sorry.' After that, he switched off the television and had his attention on you instead.

He was peppering your face with kisses all over, hands never leaving your frame as he began to embrace you even tighter.

'I love you Y/n and it was the best decision I've ever made.' He hugs you again with a smile still plastering on his face 'I can't breathe.' You said and he broke the hug 'I said I love you.' He confesses again 'And I said I can't breathe. It means I love you too...' He grinned at you pulling you in for a short kiss before he continued cuddling you.

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nanaosaki3940 · 2 years

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I just can't y'all!!! 😭😭😭

#jujutsu kaisen #gojou satoru #gojo satoru #anya forger #spy x family #loid forger #yor forger #gojou sensei #gojo sensei

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maybetomoko · 3 months

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I need the two of them❤️‍🩹

adorable little bonus: gojo cancelling his infinity to be hugged by yuji

#😩💗#gojo and itadori #my beloved #gojou sensei #itadori yuuji #jjk #jjk anime #gojo satoru #jjk gifs #yuuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji #satoru gojo #yuji itadori

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lillithtime · 9 months

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@aiartheroesofanime

#anime #manga #fanart #ai fanart #jjk #anime fanart #jujutsu kaisen #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #gojou sensei #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen gojou #gojo fanart #jujutsu kaisen gojo #jjk gojo satoru #satoru gojo

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quartzalynlove · 8 months

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Without You (pt 2)

Pairing: gojo x fem! Black! Reader

Summary: it's party time, but can you and gojo really enjoy yourselves without each other?

A/n: guys it's my birthday!! Also third and final part tomorrow<3

Parties just weren't the same without you. Who did Gojo have to match outfits with, or walk in with him looking absolutely stunning on his arm? Worst of all, the music didn't have a soul without you.

"Was I dragged to this party just to watch you sulk?"

Nanami appeared in front of Gojo who was standing by himself at the punch bowl. The party was the last place he wanted to be; he didn't mind most of the people there, but Nanami wasn't a dancer nor did he care for loud music.

"'Course not," Gojo said before pouring some punch and holding the cup out for Nanami. "Drink with me."

Nanami did not appreciate being brought to the party just so Gojo didn't feel alone, but he gave in, taking the punch and standing beside him.

Just then, you walked through the door with the girls. Fashionably late of course, and from the looks of it, Gojo was the last thing on your mind. The pain in his heart slowly turned into anger. At you for looking so damn happy with the friends who never wanted you with him in the first place or at himself for never being able to put a smile like that on your face, he wasn't sure. Gojo downed the rest of his drink and got away from the table before you all went for yours.

You were having the time of your life, and Gojo suffered because of it. He couldn't even enjoy himself dancing because instead of being in front of him you were in the center of the floor with the girls shaking absolutely everything. But the main attraction had to be that dress. He noticed that dazzling green and how it hugged tight against every curve of your body. He especially noticed how short it was. After all, it was the one he bought you. It was going to take a lot more punch to make that night bearable.

A dance circle formed on the floor of you and the girls. First you went out one at a time, cheering each other on; then you went in pairs and danced with the person on your right. It was then that Gojo wished he never left his house at all. You went out with Shoko, and it started off fine. Making silly faces, you pushed each other back and forth in a lazy tango style. Then, Shoko spun you around her, and as she still held your hand above your hand, you started to whine your waist while Shoko's free hand held onto your hip. The cheering— or rather, screaming— that followed was completely drowned out in Gojo's ears.

Getting all worked up like that wasn't a good look. Shoko was your best friend, and you weren't Gojo's anymore. It didn't matter how you danced together. At least it wouldn't matter if he had danced similarly with you in the past. Gojo didn't know why he didn't leave. It wasn't like there'd be a scandal; everyone knew you dumped him. However, sideways glances were already following them, and paired with whispers would create a juvenile embarrassment he wouldn't care for.

"More drinks." He muttered to himself.

More drinks and more leaning against the wall.

A few hours passed and the party was beginning to die down. You and the girls were having a good time against your own wall, and when Gojo looked around for anyone else to focus on, he noticed that Nanami must have left earlier. That only left Ijichi who was across the room, deciding whether or not he was going to talk to Shoko.

When Gojo saw you laugh all he could wonder was what was on your mind. Your smile was infectious, and every move you made was filled to the brim with joy and life. The same joy and life you shared with him and he continued to take for granted. Gojo forgot how sentimental he could get when he was drunk. He couldn't hear the music anymore, and the strobe lights hardly affected him. All that was left was you. Beautiful you. Why couldn't he change? Why couldn't he fight for the one thing his heart felt as ease with.

One of the more low-key songs came on at the perfect time for drunk, emotional scream-singing. However, you didn't feel motivated to shout along once you really listened to the lyrics. It was strange, you had listened to this Mary J. Blige song a million times, but it never sunk your heart like this.

Utahime started them off. "Chemistry was crazy from the get-go

Neither one of us knew why."

All this time you realized Gojo was staring at you. You were just convincing yourself that he wasn't there. Convincing yourself that you didn't feel his eyes burning through you. You wanted to let him go and finally get better for yourself, but he was a flea and you were the dog. Yet, unsure if you wanted to shake him off.

"We didn't build nothing overnight

'Cause a love like this takes some time" Mei Mei joined in.

What you and Gojo had wasn't love. If it was then why did building it feel like torture trapped in eternity. You gave your trust, your love; your forgiveness— no, acceptance— to this love, and all you got in return were lies, façades, and tears. Why were you too blind to see the signs?

"People swore it off as a phase

Said we can't see that."

Why could you never listen to the people that wanted better for you?

"I've known Gojo for years; he's a good person."

"He's treating me well; he's a good boyfriend."

"It was a mistake; he said he's sorry."

Did you even ever believe yourself, or did you just not want to admit that your poor judgement made you a fool?

Gojo was finding it harder to think. He saw you were strangely quiet, holding onto your drink like a lifeline. But this song was attacking him too much to fully take it in. No matter how badly he missed you, Gojo knew he deserved this fate. The hell he put you through was finally catching up on him. All he could think about was what he should have done.

He should have made you smile more, he should have cherished the love you gave instead of taking it for granted; he should have given that love back instead of making so many mistakes.

"Too strong for too long (and I can't be without you baby)"

But he had to find a way; he had to find a way to leave the party and stop himself from dragging you back in the tragedy that was loving him. All of this yearning and wallowing, it was just his drunkenness, and he definitely couldn't make that your responsibility. However, although Gojo didn't doubt that he was drunk, how come all of these revelations came so clearly to him?

"And I'll be waiting up until you get home ('cause I can't sleep without you, baby)"

The night never seemed as quiet as it really way. Gojo only ever felt at peace when he was clinging to you, feeling your body against his as you rose and fell with each breath and the snores that passed your lips. Every night he'd pray that you'd call saying you'd take him back, but there wasn't a chance in hell of that happening.

"Anybody who's ever loved ya know just what I feel."

It wasn't like he hadn't done this to himself a million times before. Gojo had used so many women, broken so many hearts; toyed with so many emotions. But it never ate him up like this. Not until you; he never felt the way you made him feel with anyone else. And karma had come to collect its dues.

"Too hard to fake it, nothing can replace it"

Have you only been telling yourself that you're over Gojo? Sure, you went out that night instead of crying into a pint of ice cream at home, but if you didn't need him, if you didn't want him, then why did he still exist in the back of your mind? When you looked at the good, you had never known someone like Gojo in your entire life. He had a talent for making you laugh, he had mastered the element of surprise, and he could remember the littlest thing about you if it meant it'd make you happy. Most of it, however, was only puppy love; it didn't take long for his true colors to show. Still, that pure love you had at first, you weren't sure a thing like it existed anywhere else.

"Call the radio if you just can't be without your baby."

Your heart sank as you felt your breath quicken. Searching around the room to ground yourself, you accidentally locked eyes with him. It was for a brief second, but you saw him all too clearly, his lips parted as he stared at you. What in God's name was he thinking?

Little did you know, you both thought the same thing.

"I need him."

"I need her."

It felt like you were going to have a heart attack from that thought alone. You couldn't stay in that room any longer. Absently handing your drink to whichever girl grabbed it first, you stumbled down the hall to the bathrooms.

"Don't follow her, don't move, don't ruin her life more than you already have." Gojo clenched his fist as he thought.

But it wasn't enough. It was like something kept pulling him closer to you against his will. That force ripped him off the wall, dragging him down the hall to you.

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ryujnn · 1 year

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► akuma. ｡ ⋆ love genetically altered. (03)

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ after one simple task is given to y/n, it turns into an absolute nightmare — and a war being declared upon the jujutsu sorcerers in kyoto.

► chapter warnings ﾟ｡ ⋆ declaration of war. nothing much but violence, mention of weapons, gojo & geto deserves its own warnings, slight angst towards the end, maki is ooc.

► note. ﾟ｡ ⋆ ending absolutely broke me i love gojo. i hope the way i describe y/n as gojo’s wife and not herself makes sense? since that’s how people see her? IDK LET ME KNOW! hope you all enjoy. kinda long though.

tag list. visual + character board. prev. next.

“Oh, Mr. Gojo,” Akito bows, welcoming the presence of the sorcerer. He sniffles quickly, attempting to pick himself up before facing such a powerful man. “Um, Himari… she’s…”

“I figured.”

Satoru walks towards the doctor, placing his hands on his shoulders. “I’m just glad it worked,” He gives a small smile, attempting to cheer him up. “How long has she been in there?”

Akito shakes his head, “About… three hours,” He clasps his hands together, almost as if he was praying to the man before him. “She had been screaming and crying, but she’s sleeping now I believe.

“I.. I’ve never seen her like that.”

Gojo hums, looking through the small window revealing a heartbreaking scene. You’re cuddled up under your mother, who’s no longer alive, yet you’ve got the veil to your dress covering you both like a makeshift blanket. You’re fast asleep, breathing stuttering from all the crying you’ve done.

And there Himari rests, a smile on her face.

“Get some rest, Akito.” The sorcerer looks over to the doctor, giving him a reinsuring nod. He opens the door quietly before slipping in, making sure his footsteps are quiet and gentle.

He towers over the bed, ignoring the twists in his stomach and his heart. He has to keep the promise he made to Himari — because she kept hers. The scene to him was too much, rather. He wasn’t sure how you were going to handle this, especially after everything your mother shared with him.

Nonetheless, he reaches down to give Himari’s lifeless leg and a squeeze before adverting his attention to you. Gojo’s muscular arms slipped under your back and under your legs, lifting you bridal style to his chest.

He wants to ignore the tear stains on your cheeks, or even the shivering of your body. He wants to ignore the way you immediately curl to his touch, your head resting against his chest. He wants to ignore the way your hands fist his button up shirt, and the way you hiccup in your sleep.

All he wanted to do was tell you that everything would be okay, he wanted to wipe your dry tears from your face — and promise that everything will work out. But how could he?

Satoru walks to the door and looks back at Himari, a weird flutter in his chest. He sighs. “I’ll keep my promise. Rest well.”

And with those final words, Gojo walks from the room, closing the door behind him. He walks down the cool hallway, keeping you as close to him as possible to keep your warm.

All he asks is for you to stay asleep.

The vibration against the wood next to you, and the consistent ringing to your cellphone completely woke you up from your sleep. You sat up, skin soft against the new silk sheets you slept on.

Unfamiliar, that’s what it felt like. You sat up straight, looking at your new surroundings. The circular green backdrop behind you, mint and chocolate duvet covering your legs, yellow teardrop lamps on each side of you. Your new home.

With a quick roll to your eyes, you reached over to grab your cellphone, swiping over to answer it quickly. “Hello?” You answered, throwing your bare legs off the bed.

“You’re alive.” A familiar, husky voice spoke staticky from the other side of your device. “I’m going with your husband on his mission. Could you supervise the students for us? The other teachers will be with us.”

Must be serious if everyone’s going. With a quick nod, remembering that he couldn’t see you, you cleared your throat and stood from your bed. “Yeah, yeah, of course, Nanami,” Padding your feet across your room, searching for your closet silently. “What time do you need me there?”

“Now.”

“Oh!” Finding your closet was a bit more serious now. “Okay. Let me throw something on and I’ll be over there.”

After dressing in a simple outfit, hair tied back neatly — and your very own Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College badge hanging from your neck. You were way too excited about this task, but how could anyone blame you?! You were being trusted with a few powerful students; you could learn so much from them.

It was also a great distraction.

Slipping out of your room and making a mental note where the kitchen was (since your husband’s house was very, unnecessarily large), there were construction workers moving in some of your items, fixing Gojo’s ‘side of the house’ and adding more security outside of his home.

You stood in the threshold of your new house, watching the workers all hustle with urgency, communicating radically as they all had one mission in mind: completing their task that Satoru Gojo assigned them before he’s back from his mission.

It was all you could guess, considering anyone who speaks to or mentions your husband is talking about how much of an asshole he is, how attractive he is — or how scary he is.

The idea of him made you roll your eyes. He was everything but that… maybe.

“Got all dressed up for the workers? Your taste is bad.”

You turn to the voice behind you, revealing no other than Satoru Gojo. After making eye contact with your husband, you simply roll your eyes again before turning back to the scene in front of you. “If I married you, clearly.”

He chuckles behind you, taking a step forward to match your statue. He was taller than you, significantly, but if you compared your maturity, you were absolutely taller than him.

“I have to get to the school, see you whenever you get back.”

Running shoes dropped to the step under you before you felt cool fingers wrap around your wrist, spinning you around to face him. He tugs you forward, now hovering over you, eyebrows tugged together with a head tilt of a puppy.

“What’re you goin’ to the school for?”

There’s something you haven’t seen before — worry hiding behind his eyes. What’s with this secret everyone’s keeping? Who’s the big bad wolf that needs to be defeated? What is this mission all about?

After you tugged your eyes from his grip, they shoot back to his turquoise ones. You snapped your hand from Gojo’s grip, clasping them together behind your back. “While you and Nanami are on your mission, I’m supervising the students,”

Satoru’s expression never budges, keeping a confused glare. You huff, “I’m gonna be doing some easy work while you’re fighting the big bad guys. Is that alright with you, Mr. Gojo?”

If you were anyone else, Gojo would’ve plucked you out and sent you rumbling down the steps, watching you cry in pain with pure agony. It wasn’t that he was confused about where you were going — it was why. It was too dangerous.

Nonetheless, a coy smirk tugs on his lips at your derisive tongue. He’d do anything to shut you up.

“You’re used to easy work anyway, yeah?” He responds, standing to his full height after towering over you. His arms cross over his chest, doing his best to fight the urge of scowling at you. “Best of luck.”

Keeping up with the banter between you both would be the death of you. You’d be a wife now, widower later. There were many ways you could kill him, anyways! When he’s in the shower, when he’s cooking, or even when he’s sleeping the sugar rush ride that would course through him after shoving the remaining snacks down his throat.

For some reason, you weren’t in a bad mood. Despite the previous 48 hours, you were doing better than you thought — and even this silly back and forth between you and Gojo wouldn’t ruin it either.

That’s why you smiled, shoving your hands into your front pockets, spinning around and hopping off the steps. “Don’t die!” You yell back. You continued your path to the street, bowing to the workers who all halted to bow first.

And there Gojo stood, in front of his home, arms crossed over his chest. Maybe he should put more requests in for you. Seeing you bounce all happy made him feel a little… warm. You were happy, could he ask for any more?

Once you entered the school, the staff and faculty who were around all stopped and bowed, clutching their hands behind their back. You responded with curtesy, bowing back to each individual with a smile.

Word must’ve gotten around that you weren’t only Satoru Gojo’s wife, but the other bearer of five from the Shio clan. To anyone else, they’d loved the adrenaline boost, the power it seemed to give, but you didn’t. You just wanted to be treated normally.

Like how your mom treated you.

“Morning everyone.”

After the greetings, everyone returned back to their original positions and continued doing their assigned tasks. A man walked up to you, slightly intimidating resting face — black glasses pressed to his nose with very hollow cheeks.

For a second, he bows, before standing up straight and offering a hand. “Hello, I’m Ichiji, I usually work with your husband.”

Your husband. Glad to see how everyone here views you.

You hum, and he takes that as an invitation to continue speaking. “I’ll be traveling with him on his mission, it shouldn’t take to long. We do appreciate your effort with helping supervise, it means a lot.”

“Of course. They aren’t bad kids, I don’t mind.”

“Speaking of.”

You turn your head over you shoulder, now watching Nanami walk forward with the four first years. They all looked energetic, especially Maki, and eager to be working with someone other than Gojo.

Once everyone was gathered around and greetings were shared, you turned back to Ichiji, clasping your hands together. “Is there anything specific they were working on? Should I have them go train?”

Panda shakes his head, “Gojo-Sensei was just making us watch a movie, one that he spoiled before turning it on, so there’s nothing specific we were working on.”

“Salmon.”

“Sounds about right,” You force out a laugh, pretending to know the type of man your husband was — even when you didn’t. You didn’t even know his favorite color. “We can work on weapon wielding. I’ve been learning it since I was a kid, so I’m sure I can provide good teachings, how does that sound?”

Maki nods, excitement filling her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds cool!” As her fellow classmates look at her in confusion — never seeing such an energetic side to her — they all agree with her statement, and the topic has been settled on.

Ichiji nods, a small smile etching on his face. “Sounds great.” He looks over to Nanami. “I knew Gojo suggesting her would be a great idea. She might even replace him.”

What?

The smile on your face, the affection you were showing the students before you.. it had dropped. Gojo did what? You didn’t know what to say, but your mouth dropped open as if you were going to speak.

You turned to face Nanami, who had given Ichiji a ‘you should’ve kept your mouth closed’ look, and then over to you with a small nod. He clears his throat, slightly intimidated by the look in your deep, black eyes.

“Think we should start preparing to get going,” He sets a powerful palm on Ichiji’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze before turning back to the students. “Don’t give her a hard time, alright? We should be back soon.”

As the two scurried away from the scene, you watched them exit out of the entrance — and within the few seconds that the doors revealed the outside world, you could see Nanami grab onto Gojo’s uniform and tug him with them, saving him from the explosion that would’ve went off inside.

You hadn’t realize your ears went muffled until it cleared at the sound of a young boys voice, snapping your attention back towards the students.

“Shio-Sensei?”

You turn to the boy, squeezing your eyes shut to regain your focus. “Sorry, Yuta. Yes?”

“Oh, I was just asking if you wanted us to show you where we like to practice,” He sounded nervous to speak to you, but he was mustering up all of his courage. He couldn’t hold eye contact with you, and every time he did manage to look at you, his cheeks would fluster red. “It’s outside. Are you okay with outside?”

Watching the boy made all your anger dissipate, and all you wanted to focus on was the task at hand — and simply ignore how you earned it. A few students here trusted you, and they even seemed excited to work with you. That’s all that matters, right?

“I love practicing outside,” You smile, clasping your hands behind your back. “It’s more spacious, anyway. Show me the way!”

Yuta nods, a small smile on his lips. Maki pushes in front of him, leading the way with her fists on her hips and determination in her walk. All Panda could do was laugh, throwing his arm over Yuta’s shoulder as they both walked side to side with Inumaki, who had been fixing his collar for the past five minutes.

You trotted behind them, small smile on your face.

“1, 2, Wield!”

Maki and Yuta wielded their weapons, but both groaned out of frustration. They’ve been at this for an hour and they were still pulling their swords out entirely too slow.

“Let me see,” You walked forward, standing next to both students. You placed your hands on their forearms, gripping the skin not too harshly. “Again.”

Yuta looks at you in panic, eyes widening at the dangerous idea. “If we draw too fast, It’ll cut you.”

“I’ve watched your pace for the last hour, I’m sure I’ll be okay,” Not to be rude, that was never your intention— but you were here to teach. A little cut wouldn’t hurt you too bad. “1, 2, Wield.”

As you expected, you weren’t cut, but your idea had been correct too. You squeezed there arms once more, feeling the tension build within the muscle.

With a hum, you take a step back and ordered Yuta and Maki to hand over their practice katana’s, which the obliged and took and seat over with Panda and Inumaki.

“You’re using too much of your arm when drawing,” You dropped one of the swords, using the other in your dominant hand. “Use your hand rather than your arm. When you rush and use your arm, your hand shakes and so does the blade. You’ll look scared.”

“Try punching the air in front of you. Your forearm shakes a bit, but when you punch and squeeze your fists — and focus your power on your hands, there’s more control. You’ll look confident.”

As the students practice your exercise, you watch their interest peak, and notice the changes in their confidence — how the simple trick changes so much.

Maki’s the first to perch up, “Can we try quick drawing again?” In which Yuta follows with a nod.

“Of course! Let’s try again and then with Panda and Inumaki.”

After setting up again, the students focusing on their postures and placements, katana tucked into the buckle on their hips, ready to test a new technique.

The sight was so warm to see.

“Ready?”

“Yeah!”

“Yes!”

You laugh, crossing your arms over your chest. “1, 2, Wield.”

And within a second, both blades were drawn at the necks of Yuta and Maki. They dropped soon after, shocked at how much faster they were to draw their weapons. Maki looks at you with a slack jaw, eyes wide. “Woah!”

If the difference within their timing of drawing wasn’t shocking enough, the large bird the appeared from the sky and landed seconds away from them had to top it.

People emerged from the mouth of the animal, as did a certain man with long black hair, half tied back into a bun. He had on a dark uniform, a yellow and green fabric wrapped around his torso, and he sped towards one of your students with awe in his eyes.

“Who are all of you?” Panda questions. “Intruders aren’t allowed here, per Yuta-san’s orders!”

“Kelp!”

“Huh?” Yuta freaks.

Maki follows up by wielding her weapon, spinning it over her shoulder. She tuts her chin up. “Go home before you get beaten by Yuta-san!”

“Huh?!”

You’d find the situation funnier if there wasn’t a threat in front of you — and you, personally, didn’t know how to handle this. Or any confrontation at that matter.

“Seriously,” You cleared your throat, stepping in front of the students with your arms crossed over your chest. “This isn’t a playground. Please leave.”

Once the random man approaches Yuta, completely ignoring the pleas from him and his posse to disperse, he clasps his hands together with the boys, watching the him fluster. “Nice to meet you, Yuta-kun. I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Huh?” Yuta questions, “Oh. Nice to meet you.”

This Geto Suguru seemed like a very bad person.

“You possess a truly wonderful power, I see.” He bows a bit further, meeting eye level with the boy. “I believe great power ought to be used toward great ends. Have you ever questioned the state of the current world right now? This world where jujutsu sorcerers act in secret in order to protect the order of commonplace society?”

He stands for a second and circles around Yuta, soon dropping to his height and wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “It’s so deplorable!” He cries in sarcasm. “It’s time mankind reconsidered it’s strategy for survival! Which is why we’d like you to help us.”

Yuta furrows his brow in confusion. “Help with what?”

“We’re going to kill all non-sorcerers.”

With just a select of words, the students behind you all gasp in pure fear. You refused to look back at them, knowing they’d be searching your eyes in ways to help — when you didn’t know what to do yourself.

The one time, this one little moment where you were hoping to hear his voice. Doesn’t matter what he says, what he does.. he just needs to appear.

“Could you stop preaching your crazy beliefs to my students?”

And there he was.

Even in it’s annoyed and tired state, the voice you burned to hear right now was there. Gojo stood behind the action, one hand dipped into his pocket with his head tilted at the scene. Thank god.

You could burst into tears.

Ignoring the tension between both men, Suguru kept his eyes on Gojo, dropping the tough act with a forced smile.

“Satoru! Long time no see!”

Long time no see?

“First of all, get away from those kids, Suguru.” Gojo repeats, a bunch of faculty stalking behind him.

With a defiant smirk, he keeps his chin tilted up, eyes on the man behind him. “I heard this year’s first-years were all outstanding students. Now I understand.. it was all your doing.”

“A special-grade cursed human, a cursed corpse mutation, the descendant of the cursed speech users, and… the Zen’in clan’s failure.”

“You piece of��” Maki points her weapon to Suguru, which you cut off by bumping her back with your backside, ignoring the way her blade cut into your side. You’d rather be the one injured than the students you were referred to look after.

Again, a little cut wouldn’t kill you.

“Watch what you say,” He’s practically looking down at Maki, watching her from the corner of his eye with the smuggest frown. As if she was truly disgusting. “Because I don’t need any monkeys like you in my world.”

“Watch what you say,” The burning urge to bite your tongue disappeared, you didn’t even mean to say it. It slipped, truly, but you had to continue. Who were you to preach confidence to your students and not follow it? “You bombard this school and insult one of the many talented here? You’re pathetic.”

“Ms. Gojo!” One of the teachers on the other side begs you to yield, not wanting to make any matters worse.

Too late.

“Ah, so you’re Satoru’s new toy,” Suguru loosens his grip on Yuta, leaning in forward to inspect you. “Ryou Shio’s replacement. At least your pretty.”

Closer.

“I was born before him, that’ll make him my replacement,” Your hands were on your hips, maintaining a bored expression. You even yawned, watching it boil the blood of the man in front of you. “Don’t be embarrassed, though. I’m sure with an empty mind like yours, you need much explained. Right?”

Closer.

Geto chuckles. “Let’s ask Himari Shio about that.” He gasps with faux, smirking at your expression hardened. “Oops, must’ve slipped my empty mind.”

Ever since Suguru had flown in on his bird, you’ve been etching closer and closer to him, all for this very moment. Once you reached far enough, mustering up the energy to manipulate the wind behind you and shove Suguru back, sending him tumbling to the animal he came with. Your hand grabs at Yuta’s, pulling him behind you, and with his other classmates.

As Geto picked himself up from the floor, Gojo made way in front of him, keeping his shielded eyes on the man below him.

“Suguru. What did you come for?”

As he stands, brushing the dirt from his clothing, he chuckles at the question. “To declare war.”

“Everyone gathered here today open your ears and listen clearly!” He addresses the crowd. “On the coming December 24th, when the sun sets, we shall conduct the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. In Tokyo, Shinjuku.. and the holy land of jujutsu, Kyoto. We will unleash thousand of curses to massacre.”

“If you wish to avoid a scene straight out of hell, come and stop it with all your might!”

While you sat at the back of Ichiji’s silent car, separated a seat from your husband, you could finally piece together some of the information you were given — and what you could find out.

The mission they had to send everyone off to was to get Geto, but since he arrived to the school, they were turned around and sent back. Luckily, in time, you weren’t sure what you would’ve done without the other faculty there.

After suggesting to go home on your own, Gojo insisted you to ‘get in’. You tried to ignore the weird tension between the both of you, but for some reason, you were feeling guilty. As if you did something wrong. By the way your husband kept his hands in his lap, looking out from the window through his blindfold, you probably did.

After arriving to the new estate, Ichiji wished you both a goodnight’s rest after the events today and kept on driving when you both exited the vehicle and made way into the home.

Once the door was closed, and keys were dropped in the ceramic bowl by the entrance, you were just seconds away from escaping before a low voice bounced off the walls, and right into your ears.

“Have you gone crazy?”

You stopped mid walk, placing your feet back together before looking down at your shoes. You didn’t respond, not sure what to say — as you didn’t know what you did wrong. Or maybe you did.

“You could’ve gotten Yuta killed, if not more,” His footsteps echo behind you. You could hear his voice get closer, you could feel the jelly shake in your legs — and his presence behind you. “Just because you may not have a future ahead of you doesn’t mean those kids don’t, either.”

You scoffed, raising your head to look at the hallway in front of you. Was it even worth arguing about?

“You need to apologize to those students tomorrow.”

“Or what?” You turned, scoffing with a smile, tired eyes looking up to your husband. “You’ll have to do it for me, right? Cause I’m your wife? You’re the only reason I was there today, recommending me to the higher—ups?” You kissed your teeth, “How sweet.”

Whoever spilled the beans was dead meat tomorrow. Gojo knew this would be your reaction, which is why he pretended not to know why you were going — and to make sure there were an extra pair of eyes on you. Now it’s come back to bite him in the ass.

“That has nothing with you putting those kids life at risk.”

“How do you even know him? That Geto guy?” You squinted, taking the smallest step closer to him. “He’s speaking informally to you? Calling you by your given name? He must’ve been someone special considering I can’t even touch you without that stupid.. border thingy.”

“That has nothing to do with you putting those kids life at risk!”

You might not have known Gojo too well, but you’ve noticed he’s been on edge more than usual. He’s been consuming more sugar, banters more than usual — and you’ve even heard he’s been sleeping at his office at the school.

You’ve never heard him yell, let alone raise his voice. It’s not something you both did, even when you argued back and forth. Maybe an annoyed huff or a loud groan, but no yelling. Not like this.

Clearing your throat, you looked back down at your shoes. It wasn’t worth it. “Right,” Your newfound interest in the fabric of your shoes only made Gojo feel guilty— just as guilty as you were feeling. “I should’ve let you guys handle it, you all know what you’re doing. I’ll apologize to the students whenever I can.”

“Y/N.”

“Night.” You turned your head, avoiding eye contact with your husband. You walk forward, dragging your legs to your bedroom before closing it gently.

Gojo felt like he was going to explode. He’s fighting the higher-ups for Yuta’s sake, he’s trying to keep the promise he made to your mother — trying to keep you safe as well, and now here’s the return of his best friend.

He huffs, reaching the island of his kitchen and resting his arms on it, dropping his head slightly. If another thing went wrong, he just might blow up. His mind is running haywire 24/7 — there’s no room in his brain at all to think anymore.

He’s the strongest. He must stay strong.

He’s the strongest.

Strongest.

Even when he doesn’t feel it.

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