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mrz-fushiguro-types · 5 months

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Surprise!

It’s my baby’s birthday! I’m very excited To get this story out! I know I’m two days late life happened. -_-

Gojoxreader(first person)

Warning-smut, slight cursing.

The last sentence is Gojo’s pov!!

Summary: it’s Gojos birthday! And you of course throw a surprise party for your boyfriend, throwing him a special surprise party later as well.

No matter what Gojo’s birthday was the best “holiday” for me, I got to show him just how much I actually appreciated him.

I would listen to things he said he wanted all year until December hit, then I would debate if I should wait until Christmas to give him his gift or if I should just give him extra.

But today despite all the parties I’ve thrown, during his pillow talking time Gojo told me he’s never had a surprise party.

“Not that I want one..” he said while fiddling with the ends of his own hair our bodies being wrapped in the bed sheets, “but I’m sure I would have fun”

I Groan as Megumi takes the decorations from me Suguru reaching in the bag to pull the balloons out “miss [last name] please try and relax, we can do all of the reaching did you find out where you’re getting the cake?” The boy asked.

I look at Nanami slowly, “you were in charge of the cake..” I instructed shooting him a frustrated questioned look, Nanami shot me a bored annoyed look, “I was in charge of ordering it, not getting it, the hell do I look like a slave?..” he muttered while leaving the house after snatching the keys, I look at Suguru and he just shrugs walking over to the kitchen to make snacks.

I start to wrap his presents, “where is Itadori?” I ask to which Megumi shrugs sprinkling confetti around the house, if another person shrugged at me I was for sure gonna lose it.

15 minutes before Gojo comes home.

I’m in a frantic trying to put the rest of the decorations up, I hear Nanami open the door putting the cake on the table and instantly I jump up hugging him, “thank you, thank you!” I exclaim holding onto him, he sighs “yeah yeah..I’m not leaving the house again, if I leave I’m leaving for good.” He warned prying my arms off of him as he went toward the couch.

“O—?kay! All we needed was the cake, Satoru’s presents are by the table, now we’re waiting on-“ I was interrupted by a knock on the door causing me to panic thinking it was Gojo.

Then I remembered he had a key, I open the door to see Itadori and Nobara smiling happily at me with a gift “we made it just in time Nobara! I for sure thought we’d be late!” He said stepped in the house he smiled holding his hand up to the three men “yo! It’s not a party without me!” He added putting the bags down. Nobara rolled her eyes “we’re only late because this idiot waited to long to get Gojo’s gift,” she scolded.

Megumi looked at the two with a scowl “Yknow if you two would have showed up sooner, we might have been done earlier.” Itadori’s smile faded “is there anything else I can do?” He said causing all of us to say, “we already did everything!” In sync, itadori held both of his hands up “alright chill..” he said with another smile.

Soon we were hiding behind the chair, me checking my watch and Gojo’s location on my phone, “he’s parking..” I whisper hearing Itadori’s excited quiet squeal. “3..2..” I mutter counting and as soon as I got to 1 the lock twisted and the door opened, I hold my hand out Gojo closes the door humming a song he must’ve been listening to before he got home “[nammme?!] I’m home why is it so dar-“

Megumi flicked the lights on causing us all to spring up yelling “surprise!” Me yelling the loudest, Itadori blasting confetti on Satoru, “Gahh!” Gojo scrambled to hold his bag up, the brightly covered confetti strands hung and wrapped around him, but once he saw all of this his eyes lit up. “For me?! You shouldn’t have!” He said dramatically, Itadori smacked the birthday hat on his head snapping the strap under his teachers chin,causing a few confetti strands to get stuck in his hair and under his chin.

“Well we did! Happy birthday Gojo sensei you old fart!” He said smiling brightly. Nobara giggled leaning on Gojo “me and him didn’t a damn thing but he’s still taking credit, anyways what are you? Like 40?” Causing Gojo to frown, “I’m 29..” he said causing Nobara and Itadori to both say “damn!”

Causing the three men to choke back rude laughter, well actually it didn’t stop them at all cause they still laughed.

I step from behind the couch and Satoru shoots me a breath taking glance, “you did all of this didn’t you?” He said picking me up with a squeeze “happy birthday! Enjoy your party,” I said through giggles and blushes.

“Thank you babe! I actually can’t believe this—Nanami?! Suguru! Is that youuuu?!” He said putting me down going over to them, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t yell..I don’t want to be here anyways..” he said with a small smile “happy birthday you dumbass,” he said slapping his back making Gojo giggle.

Suguru smiled softly slapping Gojo on the head “happy birthday pretty boy.” He said while the three laughed.

The party went great, consisting of laugher and games and several pieces of cake, I turn my head while sitting on the couch to the crumbling of paper Gojo had opened one of his gifts “a Nintendo!” He yelled happily holding it up on the air “I can finally beat you in Mario kart Yuji!” He said with a smile looking at his student.

Itadori rolled his eyes with a scuff “keep dreaming,” he replied causing us to laugh. Once Gojo opened his presents everyone started doing their own thing all in diffrent sections of the living room until the next activity was announced, Gojo flopped down next to me, I smile pulling him into a hug “I’m glad you’re enjoying your day..” I mutter and he smiles kissing my lips softly, “how could I not..?” He said nuzzling his nose against mine.

He then cups my cheeks with his large hands creating a pouty look on my face “you made this day worth celebrating..” he insists kissing all over my face, “I remember you saying you wanted one back in October—so I just made it happen,” I say through cupped cheeks and showering kisses.

He smiles warmly before lifting my head to kiss my lips, his lips soft and addicting making me instantly want more, I ball a section of his shirt in my hands, craving him already, he pulls back with a sly smirk “later I promise..” he added turning my head to secretly nibble on my ear.

A feeling of electricity shot through my body and I huffed out softly after hearing his whisper “I’ll show you just how grateful I am later..” he teased kissing my earlobe before letting my face go.

“Gojo sensei! Good thing I brought my switch! Hook it up!” Yelled Itadori causing Satoru to Chuckle not breaking eye contact from me, made my face red and hot, his promises made me want him now, but I needed to calm down. The party wasn’t over yet.

1 hour after the party.

Gojo didn’t have work tomorrow considering it was the weekend, so of course he got too drunk, rambling on nonsense while I helped him to bed “and you know what [name?] I really— really appreciate you,” he slurred about, I set him gently on the bed and he hums shaking his head “no, I wanna help you clean,” he insists trying to sit up, but I just can’t allow him to do so.

“Baby..not only are you drunk but today is your day, enjoy i—“ but before I could finish he pulled me into his arms humming as he held me tightly, “I’ll help you clean tomorrow then..” and finally I give up, figuring it was no point in fighting him on this.

I kick off my slippers and climb ontop of him laying in his chest and he just pats my back like the baby I am. I close my eyes smiling, “you don’t know how happy it made me seeing your eyes light up the way it did..” I mutter in his chest.

He takes a soft deep breath, patting my back in a rhythmic manner. “I’ve known you for so long..I know that even doing something for the people you love, makes you equally as happy as the person you did it for.” I smile listening to his words.

He knew me so well, it was as if he studied me, I love this man with everything in me, it’s hard not to. “But know when you’re birthday comes along that I’m going to make sure it’s perfect you deserve that much and so much more..” he whispered kissing my head over and over rubbing his soft hands up my back making the bottom of my shirt lift exsposing my skin.

That being some sort of invitation for him to slide his hands up my back under my shirt, softly unhooking my bra with just one hand, I sigh at the release I felt.

Satoru smiled causing me to lift up a bit still straddling his hips, “you think it’s time for your special gift?” I ask moving my hips gently on his already obvious hard on, causing him to almost completely sober up. “I’ve been waiting for that gift since everyone left..” he said his demanding blue eyes staring right up into my soul.

I smile leaning down inches away from his lips, “well you better sober up quickly..because your gift doesn’t get opened here..” I say making him look up at me the look in his eyes being replaced with a questioning look, I peck his lips softly lifting all the way off of him, “give me five minutes!” I say running towards the bathroom.

The tub fizzled up as I put the last lavender bath bomb in, sprinkling a bit of rose petals, I hum while I’m fixing the wine glasses and wine that sat on a metal plate, I smile happy at my creation. “Satoru! Come in the bathroom fast!” I shout my heart filling with excitement.

Satoru quickly made his way into the dimly lit bathroom shouting “What what’s wrong—ooo” he said looking around, “a romantic end, how sexy of you..” he said with a smirk pulling off his shirt before I could say anything else, his words making me blush while I pull of my shirt, my bra falling along with my shirt.

Satoru hums behind me pulling me close by my waist, instantly I allow him to do whatever him taking advantage of that, he slides his warm tongue up my neck to my jawline, his large hand wrapped around my neck to keep my head in place, as he sucked softly on my neck his other hand cupping and massaging my breast gently.

“Satoru..~” I moan out leaning my head back on his chest to look him in the eye, an innocent glare that just seemed to set him off more, he softly pinched my nipples with both of his hands leaning down shoving his tongue in my mouth it being so easy because I had opened my mouth the minute his face got closer to mine.

I fought his tongue and he softly groaned sucking on my tongue gently, I felt my knees get wobbly as he pulled his lips from mine a strand of our saliva falling on my chest, “wouldn’t want our bath to get cold..now would we princess..” he said a teasing tone lingering followed by a cunning smile plastered on his face.

I pout lifting my head pulling both my pants and my panties down, once I pull my legs out I step into the hot bath letting out a sigh of relief, the steam from the shower smelled so good it was enough to make me wanna stay in forever.

Satoru pushed his white hair out of his eyes before pulling off his pants and boxers, me sliding up a bit so he could fit behind me, he stepped in the bath hissing “shit! What are you a masochist! Why is the water so fuckin hot!” He said as he inched deeper into the water slowly.

“You have no idea..” I mutter leaning up to turn a bit of the cold water on before I lean back into his chest sighing at how relaxing I felt. Finally after some Time Gojo relaxed.

“Back in high school I only had fantasies about us doing this..sitting in the bath tub together just relaxing and enjoying eachother time and company..” I said turning my head to look at him, I was greeted with a soft smile, a smile that made my heart melt.

I turn my head trying to quickly fight the blush that already took over my face, Gojo leans down to my ear “what other fantasies did you have princess..?~” he whispered his hand creeping down my stomach. I grab my wine glass filling it trying to keep myself under control, so I didn’t fold so easily.

I pick up the glass and he takes his soapy hand turning my head by my chin forcing me to look him in the eyes, “aww..don’t keep something like that from me, I genuinely wanna know..” he said with a playful pout.

“All of my fantasies I’ve had about you we’ve accomplished them..well, all except like 20..” I say downing the wine and he raises a brow “20? How many have we covered?” He said a hint of surprise in his voice, I think for a bit to answer his question but eventually I shrug staring up at him.

Satoru chuckles shaking his head “but of course..who wouldn’t have fantasies about me?” He said cockily making me shake my head with a smile, one thing I loved about him was how he talk about himself, if he had any insecurities no one would know, at least not from what they can see.

Satoru was really one of a kind, “it’s really a blessing to be touched by you like this Satoru..” I mumbled after downing the cup of wine, me being a lightweight I could already feel the warmth in my whole body.

Satoru just looked at me with soft eyes before saying “you really love me don’t you..?” He asked kissing my cheek, “more than anything in this world..” I whisper feeling his hand creep down my stomach again.

My stomach hitches at his touch I hum pressing my back up against him hungrily, listening to Satoru’s cunning voice whisper “I’m glad the feelings mutual..” before nibbling on my ear.

I gasp softly, the steam from the bath along with him teasing one of my sweet spots turned all of my thoughts to mush. Satoru slid his hands lower causing my legs to spread before my brain could even tell them too.

My pussy was calling for his touched, longing to become sore from going at it time and time again, Satoru chuckles his hand not wasting time as his middle finger pushed up against my soft bud.

I hiss shuttering causing the water to rock, “I’m sure if we weren’t already in water you’d have my fingers drenched..~” he teased sliding his middle finger to my aching hole.

I close my eyes tight, my legs trembling as they spread, and as if he were listening to my pussy plead for his fingers he slid his long slender fingers inside of me causing me to taking in a sharp gasp, he shivered when he felt how warm I was inside.

“Fuck..” he muttered pushing another finger in, I pull my hand behind my back wrapping my hand around his dick but of course I couldn’t get a good hold of it, I felt him instantly throb making me whine “this isn’t fair..~” I say panting out moans as he continued to push his fingers into me.

“It’s your birthday!..~ I’m suppose to be..mmgh..~ pleasuring you that was the plan…~” I whine out, hearing this Satoru stop his hand pulling his fingers out rubbing my bud slowly causing my grip to fall and my body to jerk.

“You don’t think this is pleasuring me..? Seeing your face scrunch up on the brink of losing your mind..is enough to make me cum..you’re so cute..” he complimented planting a soft kiss on my neck, making my entire body shutter.

“Mm please..” I beg looking up at him watching his entire demeanor change, he smiled kissing my lips pulling his hands away from my clit sliding up my stomach to my neck, his eyes low and needy.

“Go ahead,” he whispered letting me fix myself while he leaned back resting both of his arms on the rim on the tub letting out a soft sigh, I turn my body my eyes instantly shooting to his hardened dick.

I feel my body heat up once I sit on my knees seeing Satoru cock sit up right out of the water his shaft twitching while he looked down at me, I lean down my chin under the water while I arch my back to get a bit more comfortable wrapping my hand around his cock letting out a soft breath.

Once I slid my tongue up to the tip of his dick he bit on his lip his arms sinking back into the water, I hum my tongue tracing every vein on his cock before I finally wrapped my lips around the tip, Satoru leaned his head back his eyes closed as he hissed out cuss words.

“Shit baby..~” he huffed out as his dick twitched in my mouth, I shiver feeling my juices run down the lips of my pussy, this interaction turned me on so bad. Seeing my boyfriend shiver and lose control while trying to keep his composure, made me feel so lucky to be able to see this side of him.

I open my mouth a bit having Satoru lift his hips holding my hair in his huge hand tightly. He bites his lip as I relax my throat wanting him to fuck my mouth roughly.

He hums once he realizes I had given him full control of my head, he pushes his hips higher his cock already hitting the back of my throat “shit..!~” he hissed out through clenched teeth, thrusting his cock repeatedly into my throat, only pausing and lifting my head when I gagged or when he allowed me to come back up for air.

This situation made all of my thoughts turn into nothing, wanting him to make me completely his, I look up at him with watery eyes. I was eager so eager, to have every last drop he could spill out pour into my throat. Soon I started to take control bobbing my head sloppily my drool along with his precum mixing into the water beneath me.

Satoru’s nose scrunched up as he let out another soft groan his face red from blushing I whine seeing this, I wanted him to fuck me senseless but I needed him to finish first.

I hum wrapping my hand around whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth stroking his cock and sucking him off at the same time causing Satoru to ball his fist up and bite on it while he stared me deeply in my eyes knowing he couldn’t be too loud.

He gazed into my eyes lustfully whispering “I’m cumming..” and instantly all of his seed bursted into my mouth and down my throat and slowly down the sides of his cock. I shiver reaching my two fingers down to my clit rubbing in slow circles, the sound my pussy made, caused Gojo to get rock hard again.

I pull my head up looking directly in his eyes “please..~ I can’t take it anymore,” and hearing me beg like that caused him to wrap his arm around my waist pulling me ontop of him, I help fixing myself then lifting my hips a bit just to feel Satoru running the tip of his dick against my wet folds looking at me to watch my reaction.

Just like a cat in heat I wiggled my hips gripping into his shoulder letting it a soft “please..~” in his ear, Satoru took a breath guiding my hips down his cock slowly sliding into me.

The feeling of my insides being stretched made my head spin, causing me to lay my chin on his shoulder moaning out “more!~” Making Satoru chuckle forcing my hips down until I’ve sat down comfortably.

My body trembles as I claw at his shoulders, Satoru instantly began thrusting up into me causing my body to hitch and the air I gasp in to be sharp, I whine as he pounds into my stomach speeding up from time to time “nghh! Don’t stop please..~” I beg as he sucks on my neck letting go to pant into my neck and feeling his breath push against my neck drove me insane. “You feel so good..~” he breathed out.

I bounce my hips at the same pace as him causing the water to rock some spilling out overflowing onto the floor, I whine hungrily as he pounds mercilessly in my spot feeling my entire body go numb and tingle “I’m..~ Haa..I’m cumming already~” I moan out having Satoru pant out moans.

His face was so determined to cum he squeezed my hips pounding into me harder causing me to jolt and spasm cumming hard onto his cock, Satoru shivers feeling me spasm and squeeze around him caused him to thrust one more time into my uterus his cum felt so warm inside me making me shiver laying my head on his shoulder, I couldn’t move, Satoru’s head falling on the rim on the tub gently as he panted.

I whine closing my eyes as usual passing out on his shoulder, feeling so comfortable exactly where I was, Satoru taking his time staying just like that for a while holding me tightly in his arms.

Best birthday ever.

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zohanimenthusiast · 1 year

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a-na-dhil · 1 year

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saetoru · 8 months

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✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ i’m afraid that’s just the way the world works (but i think that it could work for you and me)

synopsis. suguru stumbles across two girls that need a home. somehow, one step at a time, you both find yourselves navigating parenthood

word count. 5.4k (sigh...this was supposed to be a drabble)

contents. not canon compliant at all—there are still curses, but it's literally an au where everything turns out happy LMAO, teacher! suguru, husband! suguru, fem! reader, reader is referred to as "wife" and "mommy," hints at child neglect/abuse (nanako and mimiko's backstory), yuji, nobara and megumi are the ones that save nanako and mimiko—the timeline is inaccurate bc the twins are still kids when megumi and co. are teens, single dad! satoru who raised megs and tsumiki (tsumiki is ALIVE and NOT CURSED) <3, it's just fluff tbh, it's overall healing and happy i promise

notes. yeah i am telling u i literally shoved every fix-it fic idea for jjk into one fic okay and u will all nod along and agree with it. this was supposed to be a drabble but i literally just could not shut up so now its a fic

“there are these two girls,” suguru says quietly at dinner one night, pulling you from the comfortable silence. you look up as you swallow, eyeing him as you nod carefully—nothing is ever a normal conversation when your husband is a jujutsu teacher. nothing is ever a normal conversation when you’re capable of jujutsu in general, you’ve learned that well by now.

“okay…” you say slowly, “and are they your students?”

they must be new, if they are. you know all of suguru’s students; you know them well enough to pick birthday presents and bring what they each like from the bakery. you don’t think you know of these two—they must be new.

“no,” he breathes, “no, they’re too young for that. maybe someday,” he adds hopefully.

“maybe someday,” you agree thoughtfully.

suguru loves teaching. it’s not something he ever saw himself doing—but life is dark at one point, a constant cloud looming over his head as it screams it’s over! your youth is over.

sometimes it hits him all at once—no one was there to protect suguru’s youth, no one was there for satoru’s or nanami’s, and certainly not haibara’s. no one was there to make sure they could be kids, that the sun could still shine and chase the clouds away.

so suguru becomes a teacher. he’s fond of the kids—and they like him too. geto sensei, they call, geto sensei, look! and then he pauses in the hall, holds back an amused chuckle before turning to face an overly enthusiastic yuji and nobara. megumi is not far behind, that disgruntled look on his face as always, but if you look closely, his eyes are soft and laced with something close to fondness.

geto sensei is a favorite—much more of a favorite than gojo sensei is, to satoru’s utter dismay. you can’t help but watch proudly sometimes, can’t help but watch how much suguru has grown as he interacts with those kids, how much he’s allowed himself to grow, how much he’s let himself try to chase the sun instead of letting the clouds convince him the light no longer exists.

“they’re five,” suguru continues, poking the soba in front of him as he doesn’t meet your gaze. “the kids found them on a mission. in a cage.”

you know what that means instantly. you look at suguru, watching as his eyes stare numbly at the food in front of him—sometimes, you worry that suguru will once more fall victim to those bone-chilling thoughts he shares with you one night. sometimes you worry he’ll slip and fall once more and you won’t notice this time, won’t reach your fingers and grasp him at the last second.

but he blinks, looks up and meets your eyes this time, stares into them and searches them for what he needs. he finds it, you think, because there’s light returning to them once more.

maybe it’s hope, maybe it’s acceptance. maybe it’s neither, and he’s just happy to have you to come back to when the world gets too burdensome. you’re not sure, but you do know you’ll always be there, right where he needs you.

“what happened to them?” you ask gently, “was it their parents?”

“no,” he shakes his head, “the villagers. their parents are dead.”

it’s not new—you’ve seen it before too. children tend to notice their techniques at this age. it’s not new to hear about children with no family history of sorcerers being labeled as some type of other in the family, in the community, or in the village.

suguru is lucky in that way—his mother and father see him as something special, something worth celebrating, something greater than they could ever hope to be. you meet them once every year, just for a few days. they love you, greeting you with kind smiles and warm hugs, pulling you inside as they get dinner ready. you visit his old room and smile as you rake your fingers over the figures on his desk and the cd’s he used to collect. his mother keeps his room in perfect condition, even after all these years.

you remind him to call more. sometimes, he tries—just for you, he tries. it’s hard for him, you realize. sometimes suguru is guilty; sometimes, he’s haunted by what he almost did but thankfully didn’t. it’s hard to face his parents ever since, even if they’re blissfully unaware. it’s easier to love them from afar, he thinks. but you insist he calls more, so he does. sometimes hearing his mother’s voice is what he needs, even if he doesn’t like to admit it.

“so…what’ll happen to them?” you ask quietly.

“they’re at the school for tonight,” he mumbles, “there’s enough bedrooms, anyway. but…”

but they can’t stay there forever, is what he wants to say, you know that. staying at jujutsu high is hardly enough for children so young. they need a proper home, a proper family. you can’t help but stare down at your own bowl of soba. it’s hard to watch children suffer like this. it’s especially hard on suguru—he chose to teach to help those kids, to be there. somethings, however, cannot be fixed by simply being there.

“and then what will happen after?”

“they need a home,” he says quietly, “and…listen, i know we never really…we’ve never discussed something like this. but…maybe for a while, just until something better is decided, we could…”

you know what he’s trying to say before he can even say it—you and suguru have never discussed children. you don’t think you ever really want to, and you’re fairly certain he feels the same. it’s hard to lose haibara when you’re just a young kid, hard to live with the fact that someone so young and hopeful about the world is here one second and then gone the next. you see nanami sometimes—he’s kind to you, greets you politely, and asks how you are. but nothing about him has ever been the same since that day.

will your children meet the same fate? will you have them one second and lose them the next? will you patiently wait for them to come to visit the next chance they get from school, only to get a phone call no parent deserves to hear? they’re common in the jujutsu world. it’s a risk every parent has to take. some are selfish—rightfully so. some don’t care to let their children master their techniques, arguing it’s better to have a child that’s incapable and alive than gifted and dead. what if your children end up like nanami? the one who manages to live but can never accept the fact, not when someone else is dead. how will you be a pillar of strength? how can you tell them it’s okay to live as long as it’s not them who’s dead? how can you help them grieve when you are always grieving yourself?

you don’t think you ever want children, and you think you’re right in your assumption that suguru agrees.

but those girls need a home, and you know the look on suguru’s face means options are limited—scarily so. you look at him for a while, look at him and see the way he’s got his heart set on these two girls—suguru has lost more than you ever could, and if this is something he thinks he should do, you think it might be worth a chance.

“bring them for dinner tomorrow,” you say finally, bringing soba to your lips, “i’d like to meet them.”

it’s not a straight answer, but it’s a start. suguru nods, smiling gently at you before he continues with his own dinner. it’s silent after that, but it’s not uncomfortable. he still steals your last bite of soba at the end, and you still roll your eyes and let him. you wash the dishes together after that, argue over whose turn it is to rinse and whose turn it is to dry—it’s routine, and you’re grateful you have something to look forward to in this cruel world, something you can count on regularly.

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hasaba nanako and hasaba mimiko.

those are their names. megumi says so when he first brings them to suguru. nanako is blonde, a bit bolder than mimiko, who’s brunette. nanako is older by five minutes, and she likes to remind everyone when she can. mimiko holds nanako’s hand when she’s nervous, and nanako squeezes tightly with a smile. they’re a mellow pair, despite it all. a little distrusting and a little nervous when too many people are in a room at once.

they take a liking to suguru, however. satoru is a bit too loud and boisterous for them, but suguru is kind and soft and gives them gentle head pats when they cooperate and answer his questions. on the way home, he asks them if they’d like something from the bakery.

it leaves them a bit quiet, right until he looks over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow as he awaits their answer.

“we’ve never been to one,” nanako answers quietly, the first to speak between the two, as always.

“is that so?” suguru asks gently. they nod, still holding hands.

children of five summers, and they have never picked out a cake for even a birthday—he wonders why that is. they shouldn't have shown signs of having cursed techniques so young, there should be no reason to mistreat them so early on—the conclusion he comes to makes him even unhappier. parents should never have children if they aren’t willing to love them, he thinks bitterly.

“it’s alright,” mimiko says finally, “we don’t need—”

“come on then,” suguru grabs nanako’s free hand, gently pulling them both along the busy streets of tokyo, “my wife’s favorite bakery is around the corner. we’ve tried everything they have by now, so you’ll have to tell us what’s your favorite, yeah?”

it’s nanako who answers again first, nodding slowly before she smiles hopefully. “okay,” she murmurs.

from the corner of his eyes, suguru notices mimiko gently pull her hand from her sister’s, quickly taking a few steps as she walks across in front of him before promptly finding herself on his other side. her hand reaches for his—it’s slow, a bit unsure, so he grabs it delicately, giving a small squeeze as he grins down at her.

“wait until you try the strawberry cake,” he hums, “that’s my favorite.”

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suguru comes home with two small girls on either side of him and more bags than you can count from the bakery just five minutes from your apartment. you blink before rushing over and taking a few bags from his hands.

“did you just buy one of everything or something?” you ask incredulously, staring at all the boxes of goods within the bags.

he grins that closed-eye smile of his, crinkles forming in the corners as he says, “well, of course,” like it’s the most normal thing ever to buy one of every item in a large bakery in the heart of tokyo. “the girls have never been to a bakery before so i thought we could let them try everything and rank them.”

you look down at the girls, who stare at you nervously as they cling to each other. instantly, as soon as you meet their eyes, you can’t help but drop down to your knees to meet their level as you smile softly.

“why hello there,” you murmur, ruffling each head gently. they like that—suguru texted you that earlier, that they seem to brighten considerably when he offers them a gentle pat on the head in affection. “what are your names?”

“i’m nanako,” the blonde one answers instantly—suguru is equal parts shocked and equal parts pleased by her new air of confidence. he wonders if she’d be a bright and energetic child right about now, if the world hadn’t crushed her under and forced her to live meekly. “and i’m older by five minutes.”

“hello nanako, the eldest by five minutes,” you answer seriously, nodding as though it’s a crucial fact to her identity, “it’s a pleasure to meet you. and what about you?”

the brunette clutches her sister’s hand a little tighter—but nanako seems to have deemed you as safe. anyone geto sensei (as the other kids seem to call him) trusts is someone they don’t have to be on guard around. she nudges mimiko gently, encouraging her to tell you her name.

“i’m mimiko,” she says quietly. she seems to be holding a small, pink stuffed toy. it’s seen better days, you think, but a nice wash and a few stitches to the top of its head should have it looking quite a lot better.

“and hello to you too, mimiko,” you smile, “are you younger by five minutes, then?”

she giggles a little at that before nodding, “i am,” she assures, “but i’m smarter.”

“are not!” nanako says instantly, gasping. you and suguru share a look, amused and fond and relieved all at once.

“what a lovely toy,” you murmur, tracing the eyes with your finger. she droops a little at that—like being reminded of its condition is something that breaks her spirit.

“it’s ripped,” she mumbles, “it wasn’t before.”

“i can fix it,” you offer, “suguru is always ripping his uniforms, but lucky for him, his sweet little wife here is a fixer-upper.”

“really?” she brightens. you nod, chuckling as you ruffle her hair, doing the same to nanako, too, when she eyes you hopefully from the side.

“that sounds great,” suguru interrupts, “but i believe i have cakes that need to be tried and mouths that are not trying.”

you rise, rolling your eyes and standing next to him, and his hand gently grabs yours. thank you, he squeezes. always, you squeeze back.

“well, come on, girls,” you usher. mimiko grabs your free hand, and suguru grabs nanako’s—you all make your way to the dinner table. it feels oddly natural, you think. “we have desserts to try. the chocolate one will definitely be your favorite, i can feel it.”

“it’ll be strawberry,” suguru says confidently.

you meet his gaze, grinning at him as he stares at you hopelessly in love. it’s always been enough, you and suguru—it’s always been more than enough with just the two of you. so enough, that you never wanted more. but this is nice too, you think. this is something you could get used to, even if it breaks the routine you’ve learned to love just a bit.

—————

nanako and mimiko stay at your house that night, and somehow, that turns into a week. sometimes, suguru takes them with him to school, just to handle a few things that are still to be taken care of regarding their case. you find you miss three instead of one while you’re home alone for the day.

they return cheery each time, bags of deserts in hand and a newfound glow in their eyes. mimiko’s toy is much cleaner now, and the small rips have been carefully sewn shut by you from the first night they spend. she clutches it everywhere she goes, hugs it in her sleep too. it’s hopelessly endearing.

nanako takes a liking to suguru’s phone—he’s a bit too giving with her, you think. she’s managed to figure out his passcode rather quickly, and he lets her get away with it, watching her small fingers work the buttons of whatever game she's downloaded with a gentle look of affection over his features.

on the days that suguru goes to school alone, the girls are left in your care for the day—you don’t usually have someone to keep you company while you’re at home. you’ve quit being a sorcerer long ago, deciding that it’s not worth the constant back-and-forth tug of war with life and death.

perhaps it's selfish—people are dying every day, and you sit and let it happen, but you can’t help it. it’s too much, sometimes. suguru has always supported it, though, has always murmured that you’re doing the right thing and that sorcerers deserve quiet, peaceful lives, too, if they wish. so you do just that, stay home and learn a new dish or two through the day, watch a few shitty sitcoms on the television, leave and do some grocery shopping for the week, and return home to your quiet little apartment (as quiet as an apartment can get in tokyo, that is) and wait for your husband to come home.

suguru comes home by seven pm every day and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead as he says, hello, wife, to which you giggle and murmur, hi there, husband. you have dinner after that and share details about your days with each other. yuji and nobara are arguing again, suguru will tell you sometimes, i think nobara will cave and talk first this time, though. i brought fresh strawberries from the season’s harvest, you murmur behind a glass of water to your lips, got them just for you, sugu.

it’s been a routine like that ever since your marriage. you marry suguru quietly when you barely turn twenty, just a room full of the few people you dare let yourself love and the two of you as you sign the papers and share a kiss. there’s an extravagant meal waiting for you after, though, courtesy of gojo satoru, a man with more money than he could hope to use on himself. satoru is happy that day—happier than you’ve ever seen him in a long, long while. he takes his bandages off, sits and watches everything, and takes it all in even if it’ll bite him back in the ass later with a long, pounding migraine.

today, however, is a saturday—school is out, and anyone who doesn’t have a mission is free to have the day to themselves. suguru hasn’t taken a large mission in ages, years, even. he accepts small ones here and there, and if it really calls for it, he joins a tough one with his students—but it’s for their sake more than anything. but the big ones are too much for him to handle regularly anymore. the higher-ups aren’t happy—special-grade sorcerers are hard to come by, and it’s unfair that the lower-grade ones are busting their necks out there more than he is. but suguru deserves a semblance of control over his well-being, and with satoru on his side, there isn’t much of anything the higher-ups can really do.

he sits on the couch, scrolling through his phone as you click the remote, finding something to watch.

“you know, we should really talk about this,” suguru mumbles from the side. it’s early, still. barely eight am, and the girls are still sleeping. they’ll be up soon—and with that, will be gone any moment for you and suguru to share a private moment.

they didn’t warn you about that part of kids—you knew it was a busy job, watching over them, but you figured leaving them to play for a bit would grant you some peace. you and suguru quickly learn that children, no matter how well-behaved and disciplined, always need a watchful eye on them.

“talk about what?” you yawn, “it’s too early for you to speak in codes.”

“the girls,” he says, unimpressed. oh. right.

“what about them?” you say, dancing around the edge of the real issue. he sees right through you—you know he will. still, you’re petulant enough to try and dodge the topic anyway.

“it’s been a week,” he says seriously, “those kids think this is their new home. it’s cruel to make them think that any longer if we don’t…”

keep them. let them stay. let them become a part of this home and, by extension, this family that has always just been you and suguru. raise them. take them in. take responsibility over them. love them.

can you love? like that, at least? are you meant to be a mother? you’re too selfish, you think—you couldn’t even stay fighting curses for long, too weak to care about those who need you, and too focused on needing yourself. can you handle two children? if you do this, you can’t do anything else but do it right—it’s what they deserve. but you don’t know if you can give them what they deserve.

but there aren’t many better options either, you remind yourself.

suguru seems to know what you’re thinking because he murmurs, “i think it’s easier to raise children than be a sorcerer,” he says quietly.

you raise an eyebrow skeptically. “you can walk away from being a sorcerer, suguru. being a parent is for life.”

“being a parent means you get to love,” he reasons, “unconditionally. without regrets. without a contract, you know? loving a sorcerer is just betting how long someone has left to live, at the end of the day.”

“how morbid of you,” you snort.

“they’re good kids,” he says quietly, “great, even.”

“they’re lovely,” you agree. and then, quieter this time, “i…i would miss them. more than i care to admit.”

“me too,” he nods.

your head falls to his chest, and he presses a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around you. suguru has always loved you—when the world was not worth loving, and the people were not worth saving, suguru had loved you. he still does. and the way you love him is enough to make all of those things change. the world has a little more hope, and the people are a little less ugly when you’re there to prove not everything is bad. that even where the bad exists, the good can follow. as long as he has you, suguru is complete—but he thinks more is not always so bad.

“suguru?” you ask gently. he hums, rubbing a thumb over your knuckles as he squeezes your hand, “we won’t force them,” you say firmly, “to do anything. they should exist as themselves if they want to. cursed techniques or not.”

he smiles. you don’t see it, and you don’t have to. you know it’s that deep, eye-crinkling smile that’s heartfelt and real.

“no, we won’t force them,” he agrees, “they’re perfect as is.”

—————

the girls are given the option to each get the two spare rooms you and suguru have in your apartment. that leaves ultimately no guest room, but you think they deserve to have their own space and be their own people after everything. but, as you and he had expected, they choose to share a room and stay together.

you’ll never forget the looks on their faces when they realize they’re staying here permanently, the look of pure excitement and the slightest hints of shock—you never realized how fulfilling it could be to make two children smile like that.

“we can’t paint the walls,” you hum, “we don’t own this place. but we can still decorate,” you offer.

they don’t seem all that disappointed about not being able to paint their walls—instead, they’re too excited about their beds, giggling as they jump on the mattress. suguru wants to tell them that jumping on mattresses is bad for the springs, but you stop him—they deserve to be kids for a bit. after that, you’ll teach them. but for now, they deserve to just be kids.

“can we get lights?” nanako asks—now that you and suguru are guardians to two children (parents seems…a bit too overwhelming to use right now), spontaneous dates don’t happen one on one anymore. evidently, it’s hard to find babysitters on the spot, and leaving them home alone is not an option, so you decide to simply bring them along on your weekly sunday afternoon cafe visit. nanako takes a liking to the lights on the walls, and mimiko eats three slices of cake.

you can’t wait to bring them next week, too.

“you sure can,” suguru hums, chuckling.

“and a mirror?”

“of course,” you nod, “you’ll certainly need one to make sure the beauty sleep works.”

nanako giggles, flopping onto the bed, and mimiko sits not long after, still hugging that toy to her chest as she looks around the room in wonder. they’ve been sleeping in it for over a week now, but now that they can officially call it their own, they seem to be much more attached.

“i want pink sheets,” nanako hums.

“i want blue,” mimiko mumbles, looking at you shyly.

“well,” suguru murmurs so that only you can hear, “maybe we can get them two beds. smaller one—they’ll fit on either side.”

“and what do we do with this one, then?” you raise a brow.

“we…sell it?”

“suguru, are you trying to drain every last bit of our savings?”

“we have plenty,” he chuckles, “we don’t ever do anything.”

that much is true—you and suguru hardly leave tokyo let alone japan, and though you let yourselves splurge on nice things, there isn’t much to spend on between two people. but the last few days have really put into perspective how…expensive raising children can be. clothing and school supplies (they’ll attend a normal school) and room decor and snacks, and anything else children require to be children is quite denting to bank accounts.

but you and suguru can’t say you mind—and if nanako and mimiko want pink and blue sheets, well…you think you can make that happen.

“i think we’re spoiling them,” you mumble, “should we be doing that?”

he wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his chest as his nose presses to the top of your head when he kisses it. he’s warm, just like he always is—maybe warmer now, in fact.

“nah,” he grins, “i think we’re doing great.”

—————

the girls take their time to warm up to satoru, but when they finally do, he seems to be a favorite. satoru is very proud of this fact—he’s not a lot of children’s favorite…well, maybe yuji’s perhaps, but you don’t think yuji has a single bone in his body that could really dislike anyone. or rank them, to be quite honest—you don’t think he prefers satoru or suguru over the other.

“oh, kids,” satoru calls, stepping into your apartment and letting himself in. you and suguru are in the middle of making dinner, looking back in shock from the kitchen as satoru waves enthusiastically at you both.

“satoru, how did you even get in?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. he grins, practically giggling as he points to your husband.

“suguru gave me a key.”

“what?” suguru sputters, “no, i didn’t!”

“you let me borrow them,” satoru concedes—that’s still not even anywhere near the truth.

“i left them at your place and kindly asked you to bring them to me at work the next day,” suguru corrects, crossing his arms and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“yes, and i did what you should have done a long time ago and made myself a copy,” satoru huffs, “i’m the best friend! i deserve a key—”

“gojo sensei!” the girls call.

as most kids do, they pick up what they hear around them. everyone seems to refer to satoru and suguru as gojo sensei and geto sensei. they’re not students, but nanako and mimiko both pick up on the habit too—and it’s helplessly adorable, you can’t deny.

sometimes, you want to correct them, but they seem excited to see satoru, so you let the moment pass.

“there they are!” satoru beams, taking his blindfold off and crouching down to meet them in the eye—nanako and mimiko seem to find satoru infinitely more approachable when his eyes are out and easy to look into. you can’t imagine why—he looks like a creep. “i brought dessert! because what’s life without something sweet, right? are these two feeding you girls the sugar you need to grow into tall, healthy young women?”

“this is why you should never be allowed near children,” you say flatly.

satoru looks at you with a pointed look, “i practically raised megumi and tsumiki, y’know. saving young siblings and giving them a nice home life is old news, i already did that. be more original, please.”

what a jackass—you scowl at him, throwing the wooden spoon in your hand at his head and watching as it doesn’t even touch him and falls to the floor. curse his infinity.

“okay, now,” suguru chuckles, “i don’t want to spend the evening looking after four children instead of two—”

“geto sensei! thanks for having us over for dinner,” yuji interrupts, stepping through the door that satoru took such great care not to close, “fushiguro was a bit of a hassle to convince, though.”

suguru throws a sharp glare at satoru as soon as three of their students step into your home—you’re going to have to forget the dinner you’re making and order takeout, you think. satoru will pay.

“this is why you didn’t get a key,” suguru hisses, “because then you act like you own the place.”

“i wanted a family gathering,” satoru gasps, “tsumiki is coming too! wait for her.”

despite the way suguru grabs satoru’s hair—and satoru, for some reason, turns off his infinity and lets him—you notice the corners of your husband’s mouth twitching into a gentle smile, and you know he’s thinking the same thing as you. family—nanako and mimiko are here, and so are yuji, and nobara, and megumi, and satoru (the biggest headache), and soon, tsumiki too.

family—yes, this is family, you think.

—————

“daddy, i’m hungry,” mimiko tugs on suguru’s sleeve.

“i know, pumpkin, just give me a second and—”

“daddy, look! i beat the high score on my game and—”

“daddy is looking, sweetie, just give me one minute, nanako, yeah? daddy will look and—”

“wow,” satoru chuckles, grinning amused, “you’re really worn thin.”

“satoru,” suguru grumbles, “if you’re not going to help, then please leave.”

nanako and mimiko are seven now. in two years, their personalities have really blossomed—something which you and suguru are very grateful for. the world should not crush children so young that they don’t get to be the children they are meant to be. you and suguru take great care to make sure they know they can be kids.

and they are—they whine about bedtime and pick at their vegetables and point at everything in the store and plead for something new. they’re children—your children, and you can’t help but love them unconditionally so.

“well, welcome to fatherhood,” suguru snaps, trying his best to make lunch and entertain the two girls waiting for his attention.

suguru is a good father—a gentle one, in fact. he comes home every day from work and grins, asking in that smooth voice of his, where are my ladies? and just like that, you and your two girls meet him with excited grins. you peck his lips before he crouches down and pulls two small bodies against his chest, letting their tiny arms wrap around his neck as he hoists them up.

it’s a perfect little routine, one you cherish greatly. but the girls are getting older, and soon, they’ll be too heavy to carry like this. it makes you a little sad to think about—but if there’s one thing you’ve learned, breaking routine isn’t always so bad. soon there will be a new one, and when you outgrow that, another new one, and so on.

what won’t ever change is the way you love suguru, and he loves you, and you both love your daughters, and they love you both too.

“daddy,” nanako calls, “where’s mommy?”

“at the store, nanako,” he says patiently, sighing. this is the fifth time she’s asked.

“when will she be back?”

“soon, nanako,” he smiles assuringly, “at least, i hope so,” he adds quietly, under his breath.

satoru hears, though—and he cackles, heinously loud, too, as he watches the scene unfold in amusement. but satoru is suguru’s best friend, and yours too. and the girls love him. he’s family—and so are their students.

it’s nice, suguru thinks, it’s nice to have something worth smiling for.

“i’m home!” you call, “is satoru here? because the door was unlocked—”

“mommy!” the girls call, cutting you off with the pitter-patter of small, excited little feet hitting the ground and greeting you.

“why hello,” you gasp excitedly, laughing as they tackle you in a hug.

you and suguru share a smile as he looks back—family, it’s what you’ve both built here. it’s slow at first, and sometimes it wasn’t easy. at one point, it was just the two of you, just you and suguru, and that was okay. you didn’t think you would ever be capable of letting it be more—but it’s nice when it grows, you think. maybe one day, you can dare to hope to grow it some more.

the scene were they got 2 beds—that was me and my sister when we first moved into our weeeee lil apartment back when i was in middle school !! we were bummed bc we couldn't paint the walls but our parents let us have 2 beds so we could pick our sheets !! it was a fond memory LOL but now i DO have a room where i painted the color except i HATE the color now bc i was still in middle school when we moved into our house and got to pick colors and middle school me and adult me are soooo different so now i have a teal bedroom that haunts me

#teepods.writings #fics.#geto x reader #geto x you #geto fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk fluff #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you

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keniaku · 5 months

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happy birthday, gojo-sensei.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #itadori yuji #ryomen sukuna #kugisaki nobara #jjk spoilers #artsy pastry #my comics #jjk #gojo #yuji #sukuna #nobara #ITS FINALLY DONE RARRGRGGHGHGHHHHH #this ended up becoming more abt yuji than gojo but who cares hes my boy!!!!!!!!!#this got way out of my hand.....

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rninies · 4 months

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✮ an unexpected confession - gojo satoru

synopsis: gojo just won't admit his feelings for you.

warnings: fluff, fem!reader, gojo is shy in front of you btw, GOJO IS A SAP. — wc: 757

notes: let's hope this fic does not flop like the megumi and aki fic sobs </3 HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE MWAH

gojo satoru is a busy man. as a special-grade sorcerer, he doesn’t have time for anything. well, almost anything. you are one of the staff members in jujutsu high, and having frequent meetups with satoru, you befriended him very easily.

your friendship with satoru deepened when you were assigned to a mission because your coworker couldn’t make it. unsurprisingly, satoru was the sorcerer they had assigned to deal with the situation.

having satoru as your friend is… interesting, to say the least. satoru makes your life more lively with his annoying antics and silly hangout ideas. his students have seen how close he’s been with you, and it’s a weird sight because they have never seen satoru be this affectionate with anyone.

“megumi,” yuuji whispers (though that was not necessarily needed since they were outside and satoru was too occupied by you), catching megumi’s attention.

“what?”

“do you think gojo sensei has a crush on y/n?” yuuji asks, head filled with questions. “i mean, have you seen how close they are? i don’t think i’ve ever seen gojo sensei be this close with anyone at all.”

“are you stupid?” megumi deadpans. “isn’t it obvious? have you seen how he looks at her?” megumi is a quiet kid, but he’s observant, which might be bad for satoru.

“y/n!” satoru exclaims, struggling to run through the snow. “come on, there’s this place i want to show you!”

you lift your head, having just sat down literally two minutes ago. “right now? but i just-” satoru grabs your hand and before you know it, you have teleported to the place satoru wanted to show you. “okay, or you can just teleport me here.”

you took a quick look around, noticing that you and satoru were quite far from where you were originally. there was no one around, flowers decorated the field in front of you, and the snow was falling. “it’s really pretty here. how’d you know about this place?”

“huh? oh, suguru told me.” satoru replied, looking at everywhere else but you. “i wanted to bring you here.”

you were confused. usually, satoru would be all over you when showing you something new, but now? he’s keeping his distance from you. “satoru, are you okay?”

satoru choked on his spit, quickly regaining composure. “wh-what’re you talking about? of course i’m fine. i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

you raised your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “really?” you stared at satoru for a long time before he caved, letting out a huge sigh.

“okay, fine! just- give me a minute.” satoru turns his body and takes something out of his jacket. “here, for you.” he gives you a keychain you were looking at the last time you went out with satoru — the only reason you didn’t buy it was that you were in a hurry to go buy megumi’s birthday present.

you take the keychain from satoru’s hand, smiling at him. “when did you get this? thank you.”

“the day after we hung out.” satoru mumbles. “um, i don’t know how obvious i’ve been with my feelings for you, y/n, but-”

“oh, you were very obvious, satoru.”

“yeah, exactly, so i just wanted- wait, what?” satoru immediately stops speaking, staring at you with wide eyes. “why didn’t you say anything?!”

you giggled. “well, it is pretty entertaining to see the gojo satoru get all flustered whenever i brush my hand against yours, or when i go and hug you.”

“you-” satoru turns red. “do you like teasing me this much?”

you hummed in reply. “i love teasing you as much as i love you.” satoru immediately went quiet, processing what you just said. it took him three seconds before he scooped you in his arms, hugging you tightly. “satoru! put me down!”

“no way! it’s my turn to tease you.” satoru exclaims happily. you can feel how happy he is. once he puts you down, satoru cups your cheeks, immediately giving you a kiss. “god, you’re so pretty.”

a giggle escapes your mouth. “you look really pretty blushing too earlier.”

“i wasn't blushing! it’s hot out.” satoru tries defending himself.

“it is literally snowing outside as we speak are you joking.” you deadpanned, giving him an ‘are-you-serious?’ look.

“hey, shut up.” satoru grabs a pile of snow below him, rolls it into a ball, and throws it at you. satoru sticks his tongue at you when you gasp.

“satoru! come back here!” you immediately started running after him, chasing him with a snowball in your hand.

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analikalee · 28 days

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NEW GOJO SATORU ART BY GEGE FOR INITIAL PAGE OF JJK VOLUME-26!!!

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superluver · 8 months

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Happy Hands G.S.

Pairing: teen!Gojo Satoru x teenFEM!Reader

wc: 1154 | cw: CURSING, shoko smoking, Satoru being super annoying, reader beats up satoru, fem!reader, reader has the patience of a philosopher, crackfic, vomiting, NOT PROOFREAD PER USUAL 😋😋

Description: Satoru is annoying the living shit out of you, so you beat him up

(Someone submit something for me to write 😔)

“DUH DUH DUH DUHHHHH,” you make the beat of the song in front of the two.

Shoko stares at you with furrowed eyebrows, thinking hard. Chewing her cigarette, she waves her hand.

“Wait- wait, do it again.”

“Like everyone knows this song!— Or at least the person that made this song." You shout at her. Suguru snaps his fingers, your heart skips a beat, someone finally got it—

“Happy birthday.” He says with full confidence, then leans back in his seat with a smile. What he doesn’t expect is for you to punch his desk, causing it to explode. The wood scatters around the room like a mini bomb went off.

The screeches of his chair sliding on the ground fill the room as he backs from you.

“It was obviously Michael Jackson.” A voice from the door rolls his eyes. Satoru, in all his glory. He goes to sit down beside Shoko, but you kick his seat before he could take a seat.

“You weren’t playing.” You tell him dryly.

Shoko feels shivers crawl up her back. It’s not that you’re stronger than Gojo. No way, in combat he would 100% win. But, it’s just that your family is known to break infinity.

Cursed hands, family born with seals on their hands. Much like the inumaki clan, the (l/n) clan their own powerful seal.

“(N/n)?! Are you still mad at me, seriously?!” He pouts, dragging his seat back to his desk.

You clench your fists, staring down at him but not saying anything.

Shoko thinks three punches, and it’ll go down. Suguru thinks one if he can rile you up real good: One to break, another for the punch.

That’s what he was trying to do anyway. Yesterday, Satoru put cockroaches in your closet to get you angry enough to destroy his infinity because you refused to reason with him at 10:00 in the evening. But you didn’t get mad at him. No, mad wouldn’t even describe how you were feeling.

It was pure rage.

But you didn’t take it out on him. Instead, you went into Shoko’s room to sleep.

“(Y/nnnnn)!” The annoyance whines, holding his desk from the other side and batting his eyelashes at you.

“Suguru, pick a number, one, two, or three?” You ask him sweetly.

“Uh, three?”

You nod, clenching your fists before sucking in. Satoru screams, ducking as you wind up your fists, the room shaking with crazy wind. “Three punches it is—”

The seal on your hand glows as Satoru puts up infinity, covering his face. Shoko is standing beside Suguru, squinting as your fist nears the six eyes' precious face.

Yaga though, with his impeccable timing, comes in, placing one of his dolls to catch the punch. It ends up exploding into smithereens, and Yaga, though clearly distraught, sighs.

You glare at Satoru one last time before kicking his chair’s leg, hoping he would fall, then taking your seat beside him.

“Anyone want to tell me what was happening here?”

The three glare at Satoru, who smiles innocently. Raising his hand up in the air, “I was brutally assaulted by (Y/N) senseiiii!”

“I didn’t even touch you.”

“You put cockroaches in her closet.”

“I think you deserved it,” Suguru finishes off the complaints, smiling sweetly as his friend is put in hot water.

Yaga furrows his eyebrows, rubbing the corners of his eyes as he tiredly groans. “It’s too early to deal with the four of you—”

“It’s only one of us, sensei!” You chirp, trying to be polite, but Satoru can see your glare at him through your kind face.

Yaga sighs before turning to the board, with chalk in his hand, he begins the lesson of the day.

“How boooring!” You stretch, making your way to tree where the four of you— yes, including Satoru— would be eating lunch.

Shoko passes you a mason jar to open for her, and you take it.

It shatters in your hold.

You blink, feeling the liquid fall over your hands. “Oh shit, she’s still mad at youuu!” Suguru teases, causing Satoru to nudge him aggressively.

“I’m fine,” You hold your hand out to Shoko once more, “Hand me another one.”

Hesitantly, she digs in the basket, taking another mason jar and shakily giving it to you. By the time all your fingerpads got on it, it, once again, shattered in your hold.

“Okay now what the fuck.”

“You’re doing it on purpose.” Satoru tells her smugly.

He’s trying to rile you up, and it’s working. Now, he really didn’t tamper with the mason jars, that was alllll you, but now he’s taking advantage of the situation. He can tell it’s working from the vein that’d popping out from your jaw.

He noticed it happened a lot when you clenched your jaw too much.

“One more time.” You ask, and Shoko— who really doesn’t want to give it to you— glances at Suguru, who just shrugs.

“C’mon on guys, last time. Promise.”

Now that didn’t sound so good. Whatever you were planning definitely had something to do with Satoru.

Shoko, scared it would explode on her, threw it to you. And, surprisingly this time, it didn’t burst.

“Heh, would you look at—”

It exploded again, but not in your hands. On Satoru’s infinity.

You threw it straight for his head, luckily he unconsciously put up infinity after feeling your anger.

“What the- OOF!”

Not only did you break his infinity on the first punch, but it made contact with his skin. He gasped, rolling away from the impact with a still cocky laugh.

You huffed, and surprisingly he still had the energy to talk.

“That was noth— BLEGHH”

“EW SATORU!” Suguru shouts, immediately standing up and watching as his best friend hack and gag away in the grass on his hands and knees from a distance.

Shoko grimaces, watching as you stand up, stomping over in his direction, kicking the living shit out of him.

“I should kill you right now.” You say coldly, stomping on him

“Ow! Suguru, Shoko! Help me!” He says, yelping as you continue to assault him.

They glance away, whistling to themselves because, suddenly, the sky looks super interesting.

When you’re done, you plop beside him, and he’s grinning at you, somehow.

You’re huffing, exhausted.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Got it.” He murmurs, holding his stomach in agony.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep, so could you—”

“Count sheep, Satoru.” You sigh, patting his head warmly, almost guiltily before standing up, walking off back towards the school. Shoko snapping numerous photos of a beaten up Satoru in the grass.

“Heh, I am so gonna print those out.” She chuckles, trailing behind your huffing figure.

They all leave him alone in the grass, and finally he can relax with a sigh.

No one can really see hearts behind his covered eyes, and thank god for that.

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nerdiel-has-no-braincells · 8 months

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To Be With You

feat: geto suguru x gn!reader, gojo satoru x gn!reader

summary: a continuation of What Ifs featured within the movie

cw: jjk 0 spoilers, cursing, angst, still no happy ending

9 years had passed since you were killed. 9 years since Suguru had betrayed the Jujutsu society. 9 years.

Satoru missed everything about you; your voice, your smile, your laugh, your warmth, the way you said his name, everything.

He never moved on from you — he never wanted to. You would remain his one and only and he was determined to live life alone. Screw producing an heir for his clan. His clan will live and die with him.

Today was the anniversary of your death, and Satoru was in a bad mood. He always was around this time of the year. But he had his responsibilities to his students, who he accompanied on a mission. As soon as they were done here, he’d visit you.

It was something he always did. When there was news, good or bad, whenever he missed you, on your birthday, or just whenever he wanted to be in your presence, he visited you and spoke with you pretending you were sitting right there listening. It brought comfort to his broken heart.

Standing on the sideline watching his students, he looked back on the times you were alive.

He didn’t frequent the arcade as often until he met you. He was immediately attracted to you and as he got to know you, it didn’t take him long to fall in love with you.

Once you said yes after Satoru asked you out on a date, he was ecstatic. He literally raised his fists in the air yelling ‘Yes’, making you laugh and later reprimanded by your boss for being distracted. But you didn’t mind and you never blamed Satoru.

You were his first in a couple of things: his first relationship, his first love, and even his first sexual partner. But you were his first everything.

Playing with the matching ring that had stayed on his finger all these years, Satoru felt his mind go elsewhere.

He was able to find your ring once he got the courage to walk up to your parents and introduce himself. They were skeptical at first until he showed them his ring, which matched the ring that was on your finger.

That day, the three of them sat down and they asked so many questions about you. How you were doing and such.

Satoru knew you weren’t close with your parents because they were gone all the time, but he was more than happy to fill in the spaces.

He learned that they had quit their jobs shortly after receiving the news and came home immediately to cremate and prepare your memorial service. They deeply regretted not being home and if they could go back in time, they’d spend more time with you.

Satoru had also learned that they were moving away. They couldn’t bear to continue living at that home anymore. They even offered Satoru to come and take anything he wanted from your room for the memories, which he happily agreed to.

There wasn’t much he wanted from your room. More like, he couldn’t stay in there long as the memories flooded in the longer he stayed there. So he took only a few items: the stuffed animal he won you at a carnival, the photos of the two of you together throughout your time together, the hoodies and shirts you stole from him, and your perfume, which he still has to this day.

Whenever he misses you to the point where he couldn’t sleep, he sprayed your perfume on the plush he took home with him and hugged it. It usually gave him the sweetest dreams of you.

Occasionally he would dream of the harsh reality, only he would be there throughout the entire ordeal, unable to move or speak as he watched you die. He was just thankful he never saw your body otherwise the nightmares would become much worse.

“Gojo-sensei!”

Snapping out of his thoughts, Gojo looked up as his students Yuta, Panda, Maki, and Toge walked up to him. Maki wore her usual annoyance on her face while the other three remained neutral.

Sporting his usual smile on his face, he congratulated them on finishing the mission.

“And yet you stood on the sidelines like always.” Maki commented as she crossed her arms. This caused Satoru to chuckle.

Shrugging his shoulders, he responded. “If I did anything the curse would be exorcised immediately.” Pouting, he poked Maki’s cheek, causing her to growl in annoyance.

“How would you grow then?” He continued as he poked her cheek a couple of more times before she swung her spear at him, missing as he jumped back while laughing.

“As much as I love this game, I have somewhere I need to be.” Satoru responded, turning and walking away waving his hand. “Bye bye!”

Maki yelled a string of curses and insults at him as he walked away.

Once he was out of sight, she crossed her arms pouting.

“Salmon?” Toge asked, tilting his head to the side.

Panda tilted his head as well, bringing his thumb and index finger under his chin, humming.

“That’s a good question.” He responded. Blinking as he got an idea, he looked at the trio. “We should follow him!”

Yuta, Toge, and Maki looked at Panda before glancing at each other and nodding in agreement.

Satoru, who went home and changed out of his work uniform and into a pair of ripped jeans, black shoes, rectangular black shades, and a black long sleeved shirt made a mental note of everything he needed to get before he went to you.

First thing he always got was your favorite sweet uriō from a sweet shop the two of you frequented together.

The owner knew Satoru by name as he visited frequently and every year he made sure to save one uriō for Satoru.

Watching Satoru walk into the sweet shop, Maki groaned.

“That old man and his sweets. I should have known. This was a waste of time.” She complained, turning around to walk away.

“Wait, he’s coming back out.” Yuta pointed out.

“It looks like he’s going to a flower shop.” Panda continued.

Maki about-faced and watched her teacher walk from the sweet shop and into the floral shop.

“Kelp!” Toge said.

Maki shook her head. “There’s no way that idiot is in a relationship. Who would be dumb enough to like him?”

“We’ll have to keep following to find out.” Panda responded.

As Satoru left the floral shop, he made his way to his final destination: a vending machine.

This particular vending machine was the one the two of you frequented and was the only one that carried your favorite melon soda.

Inserting money into the machine, Satoru pressed the melon soda button and the coke button. Reaching his hand in, he put the soda in the bag with your dessert before making his way to his final destination.

He knew his students had been following him, but he honestly didn’t care so long as they didn’t stop him. Even if they did, he would teleport away, but it was something he didn’t want to do since the walk to the graveyard held so many memories; both good and bad.

It was the same route the two of you took to and from Jujutsu Tech, and it was the same route that took him to the cemetery, the same route he followed your parents as they held your ashes.

The same ashes he asked half of, which they happily agreed to split you with him. Your parents liked Satoru and they wished they had met him sooner while you were still alive.

Entering the cemetery, Satoru made his way to your family grave location, stopping directly at yours.

“Hey (Y/N).” He greeted, a somber smile reflected on his face before he sat down.

Usually he cleaned your grave marker, but it looked like it had been cleaned recently. Maybe your parents had stopped by earlier. There was another bouquet of flowers that adorned your grave. Normally there was a singular flower but it looks like whoever left it every year didn’t leave it just yet.

“It’s been 9 years already.” Satoru continued, digging through his bag before setting your dessert and melon soda down. Satoru had also fished out a framed photo of you that your parents had given him and placed it on your grave.

“It feels like it’s been a hundred without you though.”

Setting the flowers down next to your snack and drink, Satoru fished out incense and lit it, biting his bottom lip.

“I miss you. So much.” His voice hoarse as tears formed on his eyelashes.

“It’s pathetic, I don’t even know how to go on without you still. But I don’t even want to.” He exhaled a laugh.

“What’s worse is I’m the reason you died. If I didn’t introduce myself to you, you wouldn’t have been in danger. If I kept my distance, you wouldn’t have died.

I could apologize until my dying breath and it wouldn’t be enough. But I know you’d smack my arm and tell me to cheer up, that it wasn’t my fault.”

The tears fell down Satoru’s cheeks.

“But I know deep down it is my fault. If I didn’t hide myself from you, I would have been able to protect you.”

Laughing again, he wiped his tears.

“I’m always like this in front of you. I probably look stupid, huh? I should tell you about my new students.”

Maki, Panda, Toge, and Yuta watched Satoru as he sat down and took everything out before he began to talk. When they saw his tears, they felt their hearts drop to their stomachs, feeling as if they had witnessed something they were never meant to see.

Looking at each other, they turned and quietly left their teacher as he talked to you.

Hours had passed and Satoru had finished updating you with everything. Picking up the framed photo of you, he rubbed his thumb against it, a warm but sad smile decorating his face.

“I love you (Y/N).” He whispered.

Standing from his spot, he patted his pants from any dust before pocketing your photo and walking away.

Satoru had stayed by your grave marker almost the entire day before finally leaving.

As soon as he was out of sight, footsteps sounded and neared your grave marker before stopping in front of it. Noticing the sweets and drink, a smile formed on Suguru’s face. Even after all these years, Satoru knew your favorites.

Bending down to set the single flower next to the others, Suguru sat down, resting his arm on one of his knees.

“Hey (Y/N). I’m sure you don’t want to see me, so I’m sorry I keep making an appearance before you.” Suguru said, smiling.

“Out of everyone, you probably would rather see Satoru more than me since I’m the one who killed you.”

Closing his eyes, he remembered your final moments. You had closed your eyes, accepting your fate right before you died. You hadn’t even cursed him or looked at him with hatred in your final moments. He deserved it.

Opening his eyes once again, he opened his palm, opening the portal where his curses resided.

The one thing that Satoru never knew was that you had become a curse yourself; a powerful one in fact. Your parents’ negative energies created you and shortly after your memorial service, Suguru found you in front of your grave marker, staring at it.

Your cursed form was beautiful. You kept your human form but the things that changed was that your chest was transparent, showing your rib cage and a hole where your heart resided, your stomach completely disappeared and showing your spine and the top of your hips.

Your eyes were hollowed out and your hair flowed behind you as if there was a never ending wind. Your nails had turned into talons, sharper than piano wire, easily cutting the hardest substance into pieces.

Suguru truly thought you never looked more beautiful and he had to have you. If you were to be graded, you would have been a special grade.

Forming outside the void, you stood in front of your grave marker once again. Suguru never let you out except on this special day. You were too beautiful to be like the other curses. He didn’t want to taint you.

“Looks like Satoru left you your favorites (Y/N).” Suguru mentioned to you. He could see that you were staring right at them with your hollowed out eyes.

“Sa…to…ru…” You spoke, a higher and deeper voice resonated alongside your own. “Sato…ru?”

Suguru nodded. “That’s right! Satoru!”

“Sato…ru…see?” You asked, looking at Suguru, who smiled to hide his annoyance.

“All in due time, (Y/N). You’ll be reunited with him again in a few short months.”

Even as a curse you were thinking of Satoru, and it pissed Suguru off.

How dare you continue to think of him when it was Suguru who spent these past 9 years with you. When it was him who kept you company, who taught you to hone your cursed energy for one reason.

To kill Satoru.

He believed it to be poetic to have the one Satoru loves kill him just as you died to someone who loves you. It brought a pure euphoric mood to Suguru as he thought of it.

He just had to wait until December 24th.

Suguru fucked up. He never expected Yuta to have a special grade curse that could easily overtake his own.

Finding a recluse area, Suguru slid down and attempted to catch his breath.

You had forced your way out while he was weak and stood in front of him, staring down at him.

“Su…guru?”

He looked up at you and smiled.

“I’m alright (Y/N), I just need some rest.” Suguru assured you.

You nodded and continued to watch him. He wondered what thoughts you had when you looked at him. Were you full of anger? Sadness? Or did you feel nothing?

Laughter came as an exhale as he leaned his head back against the wall, closing his eyes. While you spoke, you rarely said much, much less shared your thoughts.

Chuckling, Suguru opened his eyes.

“You’re late.” He spoke out as Satoru stepped up to him.

“So you’ll be the one to take me down, huh?” He continued, looking at Satoru who stood nearby.

Did he notice you yet? Does he even realize?

“How’s my family?”

“They all got away.” Satoru responded, eyeing you. You hadn’t moved an inch, keeping an eye on Suguru as if you were waiting for something.

The two continued on with their conversation, all the while Suguru glanced between you and Satoru. It seemed like he hadn’t noticed. How sad for you.

“Any last words?” Satoru asked, continuing to eye you. Something felt familiar but he couldn’t place it.

Suguru smiled as he looked up at you.

“No matter what, I’ll always hate those little monkeys. But it’s not like I hate everyone at Jujutsu High.

It’s just that in this world, I couldn’t be truly happy from the bottom of my heart.”

Satoru was silent before asking “Is that why you killed (Y/N)?”

Suguru chuckled, his eyes shone as they looked at you.

“You don’t understand Satoru…”

You twitched.

“(Y/N) became so much more than she could ever have achieved. She’s so much more beautiful than she ever could have been.”

Satoru blinked, furrowing his brows in confusion before looking at you, who slowly looked at him.

“Sa…to…ru?” You said in broken words, looking directly at him.

The sight of you caused Satoru’s eyes to widen.

“How?” He exhaled. Pain reflected on his face as his expression twisted into sadness. “Why?”

Seeing what you had become broke his heart once again. He never wished for you to become like this, to turn into a curse. But he somehow had never heard of a curse resembling you before.

Suguru chuckled once again.

“Beautiful, isn’t she? She’s more ethereal than she ever could have been.”

“She’s a curse Suguru!” Satoru spat. “Do you realize what she’s become?!”

You tilted your head before disappearing and reappearing in front of Satoru, causing him to freeze as he looked into your hollow eyes.

“Satoru?” You asked, reaching your arms out to him.

Satoru jumped back, ready to fight you. You stopped and stared at him with your brows upturned as if his actions hurt you. You disappeared and reappeared in front of him again, this time, hovering in the air and cradling Satoru’s cheeks in your hands, careful to not cut him with your talons.

This time, Satoru stayed still, staring at you with wide eyes.

You smiled widely as you kept saying his name repeatedly.

Suguru watched with interest. If this is what it took to render the strongest sorcerer helpless, he would have used you sooner. But he kept maintaining your innocence and purity for nothing other than his own greed.

It was Suguru who refused to let you go this entire time.

Satoru had found a way to move forward with his grief while Suguru held onto it — onto you.

“I love Satoru!” You said.

Satoru’s wide eyes filled with tears. He wanted nothing more than to talk with you again, to see you again. But not like this. Never like this.

“Forgive me (Y/N)…I couldn’t save you. It’s my fault you died.” Satoru said in between sobs.

Shaking your head, your smile widened.

“Not Satoru’s fault. Satoru didn’t know.” You responded.

“Happy to see Satoru.” Tears fell out of your hollowed eyes and down your cheeks, Satoru’s following afterwards.

He gently placed his hands on top of your own and he closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to watch what he was about to do.

Pressing his hands down, he passed his curse energy into you, exorcizing you in an instant. Opening his eyes again, he looked back up at where you hovered, lowering his hands.

Suguru brought Satoru’s attention back to him with his chuckle.

“I was so determined to make sure she wouldn’t be tainted by being similar to other curses that I ended up turning the strongest curse into one of the more humane ones. How foolish of me.”

Satoru put his hands in his pockets and made his way back to Suguru.

“You loved her as much as I did, of course you wouldn’t want to see her like the others.”

Suguru looked at Satoru with widened eyes, watching him crouch down in front of him.

“How did you know?”

Satoru chuckled. “You weren’t exactly hiding it, Suguru.”

Suguru let out a self-deprecating laugh before Satoru spoke once more, saying the words he never thought he’d ever hear after all of these years.

Another laugh escaped from Suguru’s mouth as he smiled at Satoru.

“You should at least curse me at the end.”

Another year had passed and it had been 10 years since you died, and almost 1 since Suguru died.

Yet, this year, Satoru felt better since he received the closure he never knew he needed. Granted he will always carry the heartbreak over the death of his first and only love and the betrayal and death of his only best friend.

He wouldn’t have any other.

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saltyinternetflower · 3 months

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Jealousy

Gojo x you

It's the first week of December. You make a cake with chocolate ganache, put on your fuzzy sweater, rainbow stockings, and pack some birthday candles.

You make your way to Gojo sensei's dorm room. It's his birthday, and you've planned this nice little surprise for him for months. You're no expert in baking, and the cake may not look like a perfect circle, but you've put extra choco chip on top to make up for it.

You couldn't buy him a gift. Your student stipend was spent in buying art supplies. You made a portrait of sensei that looked a lot like him. You also packed your most favorite manga in a box and wrote a lovely little note for him.

"Happy birthday

To the strongest, bravest, kindest person I know.

For the best sensei ever!"

A powdery snow starts falling, and you clutch the cake and the gift boxes closer to your chest. You are about to knock on the door, when a muffled noise from inside stops you cold in your track.

"... Mmm, 'Toru, please!" Someone moans.

"Don't move, babe, hold still for me," Gojo sensei says with a low growl that sends all blood rushing to your ears.

Suddenly, your knees have turned to jelly, and you can't move! Even though you know you should.

With heart racing, you risk a peek through the slit in the doorframe.

They're sprawled on his bed, making out lazily. Him and Shoko sensei!

Gojo sensei is shirtless, his chest flush against Shoko sensei's petite frame. He looks even hotter without his shirt. His lean, taut muscles flex as he moves on the top of Shoko sensei.

"Nngh, Satoru, faster, please, please," Shoko sensei groans urgently.

Your heart is speared with a flaming arrow of pain and desire. What do you do now?

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hatakemrs · 9 months

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"Enchanted"

Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader: Based on the song "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift.

Part 1: You Belong With Me

Warnings: Use of cuss words.

Gojo stood there as his girlfriend swore at him, he couldn't complain though. After all he's the one who said they should break up but it didn't matter now because he was going to make things right.

Suguru was the first to receive this good news. He was happy for his friend but warned him not to do anything stupid and blow up things with you.

On the other hand you made it your mission to avoid 'Gojo Satoru' . You started spending more time with the first years and it bothered Gojo.

"Don't you think Y/n is spending more time with the first years than with us?", Gojo pouted thinking it's been so long since you two had a proper conversation.

" It's your fault Satoru", Shoko gave him glare.

"You even stopped me from telling her about your breakup. What are you planning?", both Shoko and Geto raised their eyebrows at him.

" You'll see", Gojo just gave them a smug smile.

It was Shoko's idea to throw a party in her dorm. Yaga-sensei was out of town that day and she wasn't going to miss this chance.

Your classmates and the first years were invited to it. Honestly you weren't in the mood to attend a party but to your misfortune Shoko dragged you into it.

You noticed a certain white-haired guy was missing from the party. "He must be with his girlfriend", you thought sadly.

You were just forcing laughs and faking smiles at this moment but it all vanished when he arrived. He wore a simple black t-shirt and black joggers but still managed to steal your breath away.

" Yo", he waved hand at your direction as he talked towards you.

"Soooo how have you been?", Gojo tried to pass the sentence as a confident one but the underlying awkwardness was visible.

You snorted, " We see each other every day what type of question is that?"

"No but you have been avoiding me and I don't know what you've been upto these days", Your expressions changed and Gojo wished he hadn't been so straightforward with his words.

" Well- I-", you started but Gojo blurt out something.

"I broke up", as soon as he said that-

"SHIT SHIT THIS ISN'T GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN AT ALL. MISSION ABORT", Gojo panicked internally.

That took you by surprise, " Oh I'm sorry to hear that. You okay?", genuine concern flashed in your eyes.

"O-oh yeah- yeah. We didn't quite work out", Gojo fumbled looking in your eyes. He wondered all the time his six eyes missed this glimpse of love in your eyes while talking to him. He is so stupid.

When you went back into your room the clock marked 2am and you couldn't help but think about Gojo.

You walked back and forth in your room, a feeling of guilt took over you for feeling happy at the news. You shouldn't be enjoying this, Gojo had just ended his relationship, but to your misery you couldn't help but feel a little giddy inside.

Few weeks passed by, you and Haibara were planning to throw Nanami a secret birthday party. When you pitched the idea to Shoko, she has other plans in mind.

"We should have this party at a club!", she said with utter excitement.

" Nope. We definitely are not going to do that", you shaked your head firmly.

"Oh we definitely will."

The next thing you know was that you and others were dragged by Shoko to a club.

You didn't even want to ask where did she get all those fake ids.

Nanami definitely hated to be at this party but he didn't say anything as he saw the others were enjoying themselves.

"Sorry you have to spend your birthday at a place you hate", you took a seat beside Nanami.

"It's not like I had any other choice", he sighed while you laughed at his expression, unaware that those six-eyes captured your every movement.

Gojo wondered was this how you felt when he was in relationship? Hell you must have felt a lot worse.

" You should take your chance before someone else swoops her away", Suguru added more fuel to the fire.

"Oh Nanami would never try anything with her", it sounded like Gojo wanted to convince himself more than Suguru.

" You sure about that?", The raven haired pointed at his classmate and his junior.

Gojo turned his head to see, NANAMI IS LAUGHING?

That's a sight one can rarely see.

But isn't he the one who should be laughing at your jokes? Or making you smile like that?

Suguru saw a chance and slipped Gojo a shot.

Almost automatically he drank it. One shot. Two shot. Three. Four. Five. Until his cheeks turned the shade of red.

Gojo, then went to do something unexpected.

He stood on a table and-

"Y/N, I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING"

"Who the fuck let him drink!?", Your intuition warned you something embarrassing was about to happen.

" Oh this is going to be interesting ", a devilish grin appeared on Shoko's face.

" PLEASE DON'T BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE ELSE~

PLEASE DON'T HAVE SOMEBODY WAITING ON YOU~"

"Is he singing the lyrics to Enchanted?", Shoko howled with laughter.

" He definitely is", your emotions were somewhere in between embarrassment and happiness.

Needless to say all of you were thrown out of the club and Gojo fell asleep so Suguru had to carry him.

"Best birthday ever", Nanami gave the already asleep scocerer a glare.

The next day Gojo woke up in Suguru's dorm with a severe headache.

" Morning princess, It's time to wake uppp~", Suguru sang, he couldn't wait until Satoru remembers what he did last night.

Suguru handed him a hangover drink.

"Do you remember anything from last night?", this is going to fun.

" No? Did I do something?", Gojo was way too casual. Suguru couldn't let the golden opportunity slip so he took out his phone and showed him the video he recorded last night.

It took Gojo 2 seconds before he could register what exactly happened in the video and when he did he wished the ground would swallow him right then.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP ME? OH NO HOW CAN I FACE Y/N NOW?", it was funny to see how red his face had turned.

"In our defense you told us "You'll see" when Shoko asked about your plans. If this was your plan then it was pretty shit", Suguru put his hands up in defense.

Gojo groaned and put his head in his hands. He would rather die than face you now.

Gojo left Suguru's room quietly in the hope of not running into you but universe had other plans that day.

He was walking down the hall when he ran into you.

"Oh", you both said in unison.

Satoru rubbed the back of his head not knowing what to say, " Hey...?" God that was awkward.

"Gojo we need to talk", there it comes, the moment he wanted to avoid.

" Listen Y/n I'm so sorry about last night. I know that this is not what you want to hear after the shit I pulled there but-", Gojo paused and then,

"-but Y/n, I want you to know that it's you. It's always been you. I was stupid enough to date someone I don't even like because I didn't know how to express my feelings for you. I know I'm not in a position to ask it but Y/n, would you give me a chance to prove my love for you?", He was speaking so fast that you didn't even had the time to register it properly.

It took you solid 5 seconds to process what he had just said.

"I-Its alright if you don't want me as your boyfriend I understand-", Gojo mistook your silence for rejection.

" No- Satoru - wait- I love you too idiot ", Satoru gave you the biggest smile.

" Y/n can i kiss you?", his blue eyes reflected anticipation.

"Yes", it sounded like a whisper but that was all he needed to hear.

His lips meets yours, his hand holding your chin and your hand his in hair. It was a soft, delicate kiss but you swear the world disappeared for a moment.

" Eww get a room you two", Shoko gave you a disgusted look.

"Shoko how long have you been standing there!", You shouted at her , ears turning red.

" Guess we will never know "

Satoru then walked you to your room and gave a a final kiss before leaving. As he was about to leave you called him

"Satoru!", he turned his head.

" I was enchanted to meet you", you watched his face turning a bright shade of red. You were never going to let him live this moment down.

A/n: Here's the part 2:) Hope you liked it and Take care <3.

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