#jjk x you platonic

[chuuyrr]

Request Idea for Scarlet Witch reader! If your interested that is :3

So, idk if your have seen the JJK 0 movie but there is a scene at the end where Gojo confronts Getou and says something and I was wondering if we could get that with Scarlet reader and her partner? Except maybe Gojo and the others witness her say something to him but dont know what she says 👀 it could be a love confession or you could leave it blank with right before Scarlet witch reader finishes him, he gives her a smile?

Maybe even have Scarlet reader walk past Gojo and the others looking almost dead(?) Like her eyes are glazed, blood on her face, head down, ect? Idk how else to describe it 😭 but I have so many ideas and this is just one iv been thinking of 🧍‍♀️

scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader confronts ex-partner similarly to adoptive dad! gojo with geto

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series | first part

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for jujutsu kaisen 0, major references to multiverse of madness, and scarlet witch in general, angst

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which you, the adoptive child of gojo satoru, the scarlet witch, and the half-younger sibling of fushiguro megumi, repeats his history of having to lose the one who became everything he never wanted to lose.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): my tears ricochet and enchanted by taylor swift

there you stood among the debris and broken foundations of buildings and trees left over from the earlier collisions of chaos magic, and cursed energy, gravity in particular.

gojo satoru and the other jujutsu sorcerers who were battered and bruised from earlier's fight watched as you planted your feet on the ground while in mid-air, a small yet gentle turbulent red psionics flowing outwards as you did.

you hung your head low, allowing your [color] locks of hair to fall and cover your face as you walked towards him, whose body had been gravely injured by your final chaos magic attack on him earlier. your steps were heavy and slow as you clutched your bleeding and bruised arm, which was exposed due to tatters on your customized scarlet jujutsu tech uniform.

you were too exhausted to heal yourself with your own abilities. nonetheless, you continued on because you needed to get to him no matter what. even if it broke your heart to see your ex-partner—your partner in such a terrible state as he leaned weakly against a rubble. his black hair was no longer tied in a half-up, half-do; a horrible bleeding dash had been inflicted on him, ripping up his clothes.

as blood dripped down the side of shinya's face, he lifted it and turned to face you, his gray eyes fixed on yours as you stood and loomed over him, where he noticed your expression. it was no surprise that you hung your head low. tears were glistening in your [color] eyes, and that hurt shinya a lot.

shinya wasn't heartless even if he had declared you and the rest of your jujutsu sorcerers family his enemies. he simply buried the feeling away because he had already made his decision. he despised seeing you cry even back then.

"[nickname]," shinya spoke up, his lips curving into a broken smile, "what'cha tearing up for?"

you found yourself clenching your fists, trembling fists to be precise. your knees gradually buckled to the floor, unconcerned that the rough ground would graze and scratch them. shinya furrowed his brows as he slowly extended his hand towards yours, which were flat on your thighs, and that's when he felt your tears fall on the back of his hand.

"you did it, didn't you? you saved the jujutsu sorcerers you considered family from me, the villain, [name]," shinya chuckled softly, shaking his head, "of course you would. you're the scarlet witch. as much as i hate to fucking admit it, you're stronger than me."

"we were supposed to be the strongest together, shin.." you muttered as you clenched your fists even tighter. you were choking on your words, but you held it together and lifted your head to finally face him, locking gazes with his gray eyes—the same ones you loved so much when the two of you first met each other.

but you couldn't find it in yourself right now to adore them. not with shinya's current condition, not when he was dying, and absolutely not when he was staring at you with those eyes.

"go on, [nickname], curse me all you want. it all my fault after all, pretty," shinya intertwined his bloodied and bruised hand in yours.

"how the fuck am i supposed to curse my one and only partner?" your words weren't as venomous as they should have been. in fact, your tone was sullen rather than angry.

shinya's brows drew together, almost sympathetically, but he lets you continue speaking as you shake your head and take a sharp breath of air, "i can't curse you, shinya."

"why?" shinya asked unintelligibly, puzzled and surprised by your choice of words.

shinya's hands were getting colder, and you could feel it as they rose and cupped your warm cheeks. the wind picks up, emphasizing the coldness of his body, and it's only then that you realize your cheeks are wet from tears streaming down your face. your eyes glow a faint red color as they reflect the burning sunset in the background.

"because i love you, hatsuki shinya, and i always have, even back when you left and chose this path. you're my partner—my everything, and it fucking hurts so much," you said with shinya's thumb brushing away your tears.

"damn it, [nickname], curse me a little, will you?" shinya's voice strained as his lips trembled, "stop blaming yourself."

you shook your head, closing your eyes as you held one of his hands, making it cup your face, "i can't."

when the curse-user suddenly wrapped his arms around you, gojo and the jujutsu sorcerers tensed. however, gojo stopped them with a raised hand, realizing that shinya was simply hugging you, before your older brother megumi, maki, nobara, and yuuji could run towards to attack with the intention to protect you from him.

your body ran warm in his embrace, which was becoming colder by the second, and that's when he pressed your body closer to his.

"maybe if i could have been your eyes and seen the world like you did, breathed everything you breathed and felt everything you felt, then maybe.. just maybe, [name].. i could have loved you the way i have always wanted to.."

you buried your face into the crook of his neck, unconcerned about his blood staining your face and everything, or that you were clinging to him so tightly at this point.

"you won't die, shinya," your hushed words rolled off your tongue like a plea.

"not even you can make that promise, [name]," shinya shook his head, rubbing your back to comfort you.

shinya's nose bleeds red, and the next thing you know, he's coughing blood, prompting him to pull your body away from his. your eyes widened as you stared at your palms. your magic hit him too hard earlier and nearly made him decay. shinya was right about your strength. your partner was well aware of how powerful you exactly were.

"do what you have to do," shinya straightened his back, attempting to sit upright, but struggled to do so, "finish what you started."

"shinya.." you spoke up to protest.

"no, [name], i can't stay. not after what I've done to you and everyone, and i want this more than ever," shinya said firmly.

with that, shinya's face crinkled into a smile, a genuine smile, "to have my partner do this."

you nodded your head. it was a difficult pill to swallow, but you had to accept it as it was. no matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you loved shinya as much as he loved you, this was inevitable. he was doomed to die, and you had no choice but to live. shinya has already chosen the path of darkness, while you have chosen the path of light.

to simply put it, you and shinya were destined to meet but not to be with each other, and it was the curse of the strongest ones.

with a heavy heart, you gently twisted your dominant hand, allowing red psionics to seep from your fingertips. it was a little faint due to your exhaustion and wounds, but it should suffice. you'll make it work. for shinya.

"you know, the sunset reminds me so much of you," shinya's eyes were now half-lidded and drooping from exhaustion.

"and just like the sunset, i'll see you again. maybe not in this life, or in the afterlife, but perhaps in another life or universe, and i'm confident that i will love every version of you, over and over, fushiguro [name], because i love you in every universe," shinya said, his voice barely audible, but you heard it nonetheless.

as shinya smiled at you and spoke such words, you mouthed them back, and before the jujutsu sorcerers knew it, you maneuvered your hand and the other, using your red psionics once more to end the curse user.

you wanted to close your eyes, not wanting to see what will become of shinya, but you read his thoughts loud and clear, and he called out to you, telling you not to take your gaze away from him.

"you could never hurt me," said shinya through his thoughts to comfort you even in his final moments, "i just feel you, [nickname]."

you wanted to fight back against his words, but you did what he wanted. you stood there watching and letting your chaos magic struck him. you wanted to scream and cry your soul out. you wanted him to stop staring at you with those eyes and that goddamned smile.

life flashed before shinya's eyes like a movie, and you saw everything as you subconsciously read his thoughts, from him first meeting you to the two of you fighting like a damned old married couple, to you and shinya accomplishing missions together as special grade sorcerers, to you and him coming home together after a long day, all the way to him staring at the sunset wishing it was you instead.

as your chaos magic accelerated the aging of his body to the point where there was no trace of him left, but only a hair tie—the hair tie he stole from you and had been using since he lost his. you picked it up from the ground and held onto it tightly, remembering him doing so.

was it really a curse of the strongest ones? was it fate for the scarlet witch to lose the people she cares about? it could be either, but as you turn your heel and walk away, you can't help but think about your adoptive father's words;

you straightened your back, took a deep breath, slipped the hair tie on your wrist, just below your black wristers, and raised your gaze to the horizon. hatsuki shinya was finally at rest and most likely reunited with his father-figure, mahiru, in the afterlife, but a part of you had died along with him.

shinya was more than just your partner or someone who made you feel less lonely; he was your other half, your soulmate. he was everything, and you loved him with your whole heart and soul.

love is the most twisted curse of them all.

it had to be that. you were certain of it.

"[name]-chan," yuuji attempted to speak to you as he walked up to meet you mid-way, but you remained silent and continued walking.

"[name]," megumi pried this time, attempting to converse with his half-brother, but you, like towards yuuji, ignored him.

"gojo-sensei, [name]-chan..." nobara frowned as she approached your adoptive dad in concern.

"let her be, kugisaki," gojo response was quiet and sullen as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

gojo bit the inside of his cheek as he and everyone else noticed the look in your eyes. it was completely empty, a void of nothingness. they were even puffy red from your tears earlier. you couldn't even describe how you felt, other than grieving and feeling; it just hurt so much. white noise was even filling your ears.

you walked past everyone, your head low as you wiped the blood—shinya's blood to be exact—that had stained your face, the very burden on your shoulders.

gojo satoru knew exactly how you felt—the unexplainable pain and grief—and he couldn't help but sympathize with you as he stared down at your figure, which was getting smaller and smaller as you walked further past them. tour uncle suguru geto was once a hatsuki shinya in gojo's life.

although he and the others didn't hear what you two said, gojo knows it was similar to the last time he spoke to his own partner.

and because gojo knows how it feels to have loved and lost, he feels guilty that his daughter, his most beloved child, is going through the same hell he did. it was a scene gojo was all too familiar with, especially with the bitter ending wherein love truly is the most twisted curse of them all.

[ author's notes ! ngl, i lowkey hate the ending i wrote because some tears are in my eyes yk LMAO and the fact that i had just a heartwrenching skk ao3 fic does not help at all, but i did enjoy writing this—somewhat—because it felt right to have reader's partner end up the same way as geto because this is reader taking after gojo satoru, but also because i got to reference mcu! wanda maximoff's grief too, which i hope i was able to encapture in this writing, so thank you for requesting this foxy. hoped you like it ! ]

[ p.s. ! the song suggestions are highly recommended btw—i was listening to them while i was writing this. it makes the angst hit harder and more differently. 10/10 experience 😌🤝]

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[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you are somebody that i want to keep ; satoru gojo

synopsis; you aren't sure what you have with satoru gojo, but you know that it’s good.

word count; 6.7k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, colleagues to friends to something unlabelled, you love each other though!!, fluff, hurt/comfort, very very soft, reader falls first but gojo falls harder, both of u are afraid of intimacy lol, a lil angsty if u squint, satoru gojo cherishing u for ~7k words straight <33

a/n; basically just a collection of moments between you and gojo throughout the years <33 (a significant amount of time has passed between each part!!) hes an emotionally repressed loser but i love him and he is smitten w u.

in the soft luminescence of daybreak, your kitchen looks something like a dream.

tainted with a hazy sunshine, simmering with warm colours and pleasant scents, it almost seems to sparkle in the peripheral of your vision. brimming with that feeling of home, a home you’ve broken your bones building, desperate to shape it into something safe — and you think you’ve done a pretty good job.

it’s soothing, comforting, all of these sensations. bleeding into each other like smudges of paint on a canvas; hyacinths blooming by the windowsill, espresso-flavored steam wafting up to the roof, soft meows stemming from the cats by your feet. absolute bliss.

indulging in a peace yet to be shattered by the strain of the working world, you rub the sleep from beneath your weary eyes. blinking and yawning like a drowsy child.

beyond the translucent glass of your windows, glimmering with the light of a sun soon to rise, the world is painted pink and indigo — save for that one hint of gold, a streak of honey slathered across the surface of the sky. fluffy clouds drift through the chilly air, melting in the wake of a new day, and you think they look a little like tufts of cotton candy. soft enough to sink your teeth into, if only the glass wasn’t in the way. keeping the cold out.

it’s a new day. a pleasant morning, sitting comfortably on the brink of dawn, before the city has a chance to rouse from its slumber.

a kind of solitude you so rarely get to bask in. 

a false solitude, really. because, for once, there’s another human being in your home — one you don’t know nearly as well as you’d like, for him to be fast asleep on your couch, cheek smushed against the leather. snoring softly. 

satoru gojo.

like this, he looks very… human. vulnerable. hair just slightly tousled, from tossing and turning on your not-so-comfortable couch, blindfold only covering one of his eyes and close to slipping off entirely. his expression has melted into one of something vaguely resembling relaxation, as close to unguarded as you assume he can physically get.

even in his sleep, he looks a little stiff. not entirely at peace; like a stray cat sleeping under the hood of a car. 

(you’re curious. fascinated, maybe, by the loneliness that clings to the strongest person in the universe. by the paradoxical innocence of his grin.)

honestly, everything from last night is kind of a blur. you remember accompanying the strongest sorcerer on a mission, one long enough to leave you completely and utterly spent, fatigue nestled deep into your bones. remember gojo getting a sudden migraine, so earth-shattering that you thought he was going to keel over and throw up in the middle of the street.

then you remember bringing him back home with you. very hesitantly, only after he begrudgingly accepted the fact that he didn’t have much of a choice. because you were fucking exhausted, and so was he, and your apartment happened to be conveniently close. you remember him practically passing out on your couch, still somehow managing to crack a bad joke you can’t recall, while you went to collapse into the comfort of your bed.

and now you’re here. dyed in half-transparent sunbeams, caffeine bubbling in your veins, gazing at your sleeping coworker from your spot by the kitchen table. waiting for the world to open its weary eyes.

it’s still early. some part of you expects him to sleep a while longer, but you can’t say you’re particularly surprised when gojo begins to stir.

a splotch of sunshine splatters across your living room window, staining the floorboards, falling over the contours of his pretty face. in the light, he looks positively holy; white lashes, pale skin, plump lips. like a goddess.

when he opens his eyes, it’s even worse. a single iris cracked open, pooling with unbridled brilliance. eyes so blue they seem to cut through the stillness of the air.

(— and the world wakes up.)

a little groan slips from his lips, barely audible. with groggy movements, he brings a hand up to his face, obscuring the grating light of the sun flitting in. you think you can almost see the gears of his mind turn, as he takes notice of his surroundings, remembering what transpired just hours before.

faster than you thought, he regains some semblance of composure. huffing under his breath, as he forces himself into a sitting position. 

it feels a little wrong, to see the closest thing this world has to a god act so human. be so human. morning-fatigued, just like you, wearing droopy eyelids and a soft, sleepy pout. a little disheveled. groggy with lost dreams.

when his gaze meets yours, you can’t control the breath that hitches pitifully in the back of your throat. a meek skip of your heartbeat, like you just saw something you shouldn’t have. oops.

gojo cracks a grin.

“.. watchin’ me sleep?” he calls out, cheeky. paired with a drowsy yawn. composed, unbothered, but there’s something almost performative about it, something you’re sure you’d miss if he wasn’t still in the process of collecting himself. 

“good morning,” is all you offer him. ignoring his teasing remark. he doesn’t push it, to your surprise. “sleep well?”

a hum. absentminded, jovial. one of his large hands goes to adjust his blindfold, the other to fluff up his hair. kicking off the blanket you just barely had the energy to throw over him last night. your fluffiest one, warm enough to protect him from the chill gnawing at the windows. hopefully.

“like a log,” he quips, stretching idly, muscles straining under his baggy uniform. they must be sore, after that mission. or maybe he’s above such things.

choosing not to comment on his obvious lie, you put your lips against the ceramic of your cup. sipping from the bitter brew, a tinge of hazelnut on your tongue. letting him gather his bearings without you scrutinizing him. a little favor, one liar to another.

“thanks for letting me crash,” he grins, lazy. toothy. stumbling to his feet with a low groan, gaze flitting around the room — looking for the exit. “i’ll get outta your hair,” he mutters, and you raise a brow.

“not staying for breakfast?”

gojo stills. your question rings out, bouncing off the walls of the kitchen, into the living room.

his smile twitches, ever so slightly, in what you think must be surprise. then it’s back to normal; like putting on a mask, not allowing a sliver of weakness to slip through the cracks. he exhales a raspy chuckle, a sound that flows through the air and crawls down your spine.

”generous, aren’t you?” he hums, voice rich with amusement. dappling sunlight licks at the white locks of his hair.

you shrug. “i wouldn’t mind the company.”

the words climb up the walls of your throat, a little reckless, eager to catch a glimpse of the miracle before you. satoru gojo, framed by the simplicity of your home — somewhat hard to let go of. sunkissed skin, restless hands. a little out of tune. shifting from foot to foot, eager to get away.

(a little like a frightened fawn, you amuse yourself by thinking. he’s really more like the fox who scared it.)

you think he must be bit uncomfortable. forced to spend the night in a coworker’s apartment, one he doesn't even know that well, one he probably doesn’t have any intention of getting to know. still trying to politely excuse himself. persistent, stubborn.

maybe he didn’t expect this. maybe he was convinced he could sneak away, before you had a chance to wake up. maybe he thought you’d be all too eager to let him leave, and never speak of this again. maybe he’s not used to being wanted. 

“ha… i’m flattered, believe me, but —“

“what do you usually eat?” you ask. cutting him off, gently, tapping your fingertips against the edge of the table. “for breakfast, i mean. i’ll whip something up.”

a chuckle slips from his lips. you can’t put your finger on it, but something about it bothers you. “really, there’s —“

“if you’re worried about inconveniencing me, don’t be.” you pause, unsure of what to say. but the words end up spilling out of your throat, oddly honest. ”it’s been a while since i had the chance to make breakfast for someone else.” 

it’s strange, really, how intent you are on seeing this through. how much effort you’re putting into making him stay. you barely even know him. actually, you don’t know him at all — all you know is that his smile makes you happy and his strength makes you envious. that you aren’t afraid of him, even though you probably should be.

something about him just feels safe.

“i’m pretty good at making pancakes,” you hum, a small smile playing at your lips. polite, jovial. pale light flits in through the window and slips into its curve. ”do you want some? before we go to work.”

(something in his fingers twitch, when you say that tiny word; pancakes. a little tell. you just barely catch it, before it sputters out. before he reels it back in.)

a moment passes. slow, drawn out, a rubber band bound to snap.

gojo stands there, a very subtle contemplation etched into his features. behind him, your cats begin to scratch at the couch, but you don’t scold them. just waiting for something to happen. beyond the glass of your windows, the sun unfurls in the sky, stretching its arms to envelop the world.

he grins, suddenly. soft light reflecting off the white of his teeth. cocky, composed. not quite performative, a little more natural.

“well, if you insist.”

he strolls over to your side, just a tiny bit sluggish, lazy steps and comically long limbs. he must still be tired. but he takes a seat, right across from you, plopping down on the chair with an effortless air of confidence. lighthearted, leaning his elbows on the table, crossing his legs under it. comfortable. settling into his role.

you’re pleasantly surprised.

“how would you like them?” you ask, and you think some of your excitement may have spilled out with the question. if it did, gojo doesn’t comment on it. ”your pancakes.”

“with chocolate chips, please!” he shoots you a sweet smile. “and whipped cream on top.” 

so demanding. for some reason, it makes the corners of your lips quirk up. kinda like a bratty younger brother.

“got it.”

the smell of dark chocolate hangs heavy in the air as you get to work, shuffling around the open space. all while gojo waits, patiently, tapping his foot under the table and staring out the window. leaning his jaw on the heel of his palm. listening to the humming of nightingales on the branches of the apple tree down on the ground, and the buzz of your old radio.

the kitchen fills with motion, sounds, smells. life. splotches of sunlight, crinkled cartons of orange juice. the clinking of plates. two tired adults, seated at the same table, indulging in a fleeting peace and the promise of something new. something almost concrete.

a small, precious moment. enough to make your fascination shift into something you know must be fondness. or close to it. 

gojo grins at you, mouth full of pancakes, eagerly telling you about something the kids did last week. wolfing them down, chocolate smeared over his bottom lip. you laugh, and suddenly the world feels a little safer than it should. a little more intact.

you wonder what it means. where it’s going to lead. this feeling of something wonderful beginning, something you couldn’t stop if you wanted to.

a budding connection.

the city lays blanketed beneath a layer of thick snow. blurry pale dots dancing in the wind, obscuring the sky, frost engulfing every building in a bone chilling hug.

with a slight shiver, you dig your hands into the comfort of your pockets, seeking the fleeting warmth you find. admiring the frozen landscape before you, the hustle and bustle of people going about their day. the saffron light of the lamp posts, the glittering snow by your feet, the skeletal apricot trees and their bare branches. this monochrome city you find yourself in.

gojo exhales. strolling cheerily down the street, in tandem with you, a frosty breath to your left that scatters and melts into the open air. it smells minty.

today, he’s wearing black shades — like he usually is when you meet outside of work. it’s kind of nice. when you angle your face a certain way, you can almost see the blue pooling in his eyes, the white of his eyelashes. 

he’s beautiful. he always has been. but like this, you think his beauty is simply unfair, highlighted by the winter wonderland you find yourselves in. mesmerizing, the red flush of his cheeks, how he hums along to some jolly tune playing from a little corner store further down the street. all bundled up, in a stylish overcoat and a nice scarf, untouched by the snowflakes fluttering about. 

protected by his infinity, always. the silly god you call a friend.

he looks content, despite the cold that keeps nipping at your bare skin, smiling widely. blabbing on about the movie you’re about to watch, how he saw it back in high school but never thought it’d get a remake. how his friend thought it sucked but that friend always had bad taste so his opinion is irrelevant. how he has faith that you’ll like it.

(cute.)

distracted by the pretty man so close by, close enough to touch, you don’t look ahead. maybe just a little bit entranced. which would be fine, if you didn’t happen to be walking on the right side of the street — 

crashing straight into a lamp post.

”owch!”

it’s sudden. and it’s a harsh collision, enough to leave your nose stinging, an ache that makes you whine. cursing under your breath as you take a couple steps back, hands reaching for the part of your face that took the brunt of the hit. 

and gosh, is this embarrassing. you dance on the edge of death for a living, and here you are — whining over walking into a fucking lamp post. because you were too enamored by the beauty of your own coworker to pay attention to your surroundings. 

a coworker who is currently looking at you, silently. having failed to warn you in time, stuck in his own memories, caught up in his in-depth, spoiler-filled review of a movie he’s been waiting to watch all week. 

for a moment, all he does is blink. long eyelashes fluttering, like a dove flapping its wings. 

then he starts laughing.

scratch that — gojo is downright cackling, thoroughly amused by your clumsy mishap, like he just saw the funniest thing in the world. laughter ringing out into the cold air, white breaths to compliment the red of your burning ears.

asshole.

with a harsh furrow of your brows, you attempt to look angry; but before long, your lips are curling up. infected by his joy. a soft punch to his shoulder is all you manage, biting back a little puff of laughter. you’re embarrassed.

(so embarrassed you don’t even notice how he puts his infinity down.)

”don’t laugh, you piece of shit!” you hiss, grinning even still, flushing and trying to ignore the curious glances you get from passersby. ”it really hurt!”

but gojo doesn’t stop. doesn’t even attempt to. you think he just grew even more amused, if anything, practically bending over from how hard he’s laughing — clutching his stomach.

”sorry, sorry — ’m just…” he tries to speak, taking deep breaths in between bursts of giggles. ”how the hell — how’d you —” 

he stops trying. laughing, again.

and it’s a genuine laugh. a little wolfish, spilling out from his pretty parted lips, showing off his sharp teeth. from the very bottom of his gut, clear and bright, deep and infectious. melodic. shades close to slipping off the bridge of his nose, eyes tearing up behind them. trying to collect himself, muffled giggles turning to soft vapour in the cold air. dimples visible on his rosy cheeks.

and suddenly you can't think, can't speak, can only look at him and wonder how a human can be so very beautiful. how it’s metaphysically possible. like a crushed cluster of stars was given human form, a body of celestial light.

he looks so young, like this. a millenia younger, no weight on those broad shoulders, no immovable wall to separate you both. he looks like one of the guys you used to hang out with in middle school, running through corridors and play fighting and holding back shared laughter in the library. before the bite of the world left a mark in your skin.

he looks like himself. like someone pulled the mask off, and all that’s left is the human. none of the godhood he was saddled with at birth.

while you’re busy staring, gojo finally finds his composure again. wiping at his glassy eyes, a chuckle slipping out here and there. distracted by the breathtaking sight, you begin to forget the sting of your collision — until you feel something warm trickle down your chilled skin. 

searching for it with the pads of your fingers, you feel a trail of wetness beneath your nose. and when you bring them down, to get a look, all you see is red. 

”ah.”

gojo moves closer. maybe just a little alarmed, by the blood dripping from your nose, staining the white of the snow beneath your feet. a chilling contrast, one you’re frighteningly used to. it’s almost comforting. blood on your skin, that sting of pain clogging up your nose, enough for you to get lost in. colours melting together, memories rising to the surface —

when suddenly, something touches your cheek. 

one large hand goes to keep your jaw in place, gentle. smooth leather, sneaking under your chin, lifting your face up ever so slightly. warmth trickles from his fingertips through the fabric, and you can smell a hint of his perfume. strawberries and vanilla.

gojo looks at you fondly. wiping the blood from your nose, smudging his expensive gloves. from this angle, you can see his eyes, a blue shimmer in an evening painted white and gray — the sole flicker of colour in this monochrome city. they’re crinkled at the edges.

he looks awfully amused.

(you stay still, not breathing, like any slight motion could have him pulling away.)

”careful,” he croons. so low you barely hear it, almost a purr. the word has a soft underbelly, something you don’t need to dissect to feel.

a sentiment that seems to simmer in the air around you, drifting past the little corner store, a dog tied to a lamp post, your reddened cheeks. past the blue of his eyes, a peripheral that stretches to cover the city before you. words too heavy to speak aloud.

stay safe for me, silly.

then he’s letting go. sudden, the bite of the air replacing his hand. it lingers on your skin, like a memory, like the ghost of a memory. but it’s there. strawberries and vanilla, leather and warmth. something kind. warm.

and it stays there, even as gojo takes a step forward, no longer facing you. walking confidently, the wind bending around his tall stature. long legs and large steps, leaving an imprint in the snow for you to follow. a northern star.

he turns his head, and grins. hair tousled by the breeze, white locks glittering with snowflakes. ”you coming? it’s starting soon.”

a moment passes. 

”or do you need me to call shoko?” 

you puff out a breathy laugh, at that, stumbling forward. reaching up to wipe more of the blood sticking to your skin. sniffling, but smiling, teeth peeking out between your lips.

”yeah, yeah,” a roll of your eyes. ”’m right behind you.”

gojo’s eyes crinkle, disappearing behind his shades when he straightens his back and raises his head. moving forward, while you follow; his back turned to you, snowy hair melting into the white all around you. like something out of a painting. 

with a pep in step, you catch up to him. eager to hear more of his voice, his memories. still basking in the warmth of his hand on your jaw.

a touch from the untouchable.

gojo’s lying on your couch.

he usually is, to be fair, so it shouldn’t be surprising. kicking his legs up, watching tv — or sleeping, snoring loudly, like the couch belongs to him. like your home belongs to him. like he pays rent, and doesn’t just laze around and devour all the sweets in your kitchen cabinets.

(he’s there so often that you’re starting to wonder if you should give him a copy of your keys, or something. but you have a feeling that’d be just a smidge too intimate for him to ever accept.)

this time, however, gojo is doing neither of those things. 

he’s on your couch, but he isn’t manspreading, or draping himself over the leather with a lazy grin. he doesn’t have that air of effortless confidence. and it’s palpable, in the air, the open space, enough that you can feel it. an itch on your skin, a lump in your throat. you could practically feel it as soon as you walked through the door.

he isn’t wearing his blindfold, or his shades. he isn’t even smiling. and gojo is always, always smiling.

you think he might be having a rough day.

even the cats are noticing that something’s off. jumping up in his lap, trying to comfort him, brushing against his legs. purring, when he cradles them close — always so gentle with them. hands petting down their backs, softly, the same hands he uses to rip out the throats of curses and curse users alike.

then they mewl and run away. and for once you wish they wouldn’t, wish they could keep clinging to him like they always do. just to make him feel better. right now, in the state he’s in, you wouldn’t even mind gojo’s usual smug declarations of how does it feel to know they like their papa best? 

you can’t help but feel unsure of yourself. gojo isn’t doing anything, and he isn’t saying anything. he’s just lying there, on his back, eyes closed. letting the darkness of the room engulf him. drowning in his own thoughts.

he must know that you’re there. he must have heard you come in. but he isn’t saying anything, and you wonder if that means he wants you to leave him alone.

you’re reminded of that one morning. when he woke up on your couch, and looked more human than you’d ever seen him. how you wanted to avert your eyes, how wrong it felt to see a god rouse from its slumber. 

(but you know better now.)

hesitantly, you begin to inch closer, step by step. quiet, floorboards barely creaking beneath your weight. tentative, as you settle down on the couch. brushing against the infinity between you.

gojo’s eyes flicker open. like an old tape beginning to play. they still shine with that same brilliance, they always do, but now you think they look just a little dull. a little red.

a moment passes. agonizingly slow.

before you can properly think it through, you’ve done it. almost on instinct, jumping the gun before he has the chance to cover everything up with jokes and laughter. opening your arms; a silent invitation.

gojo only stares. 

his gaze moves down to your outstretched arms, and then up to your face. your pursed lips, nervous eyes, worried crease between your brows. one second passes. two, five. you stop counting.

for a moment, you’re almost certain that he’s about to get up and leave. that he’ll flash you a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, walk out the door and then never return. like you flew too close to the sun, just another icarus too mesmerized by the glow of his grin to notice your melting wings. like you stepped over the fragile line that separates his bones from yours, his heartbeat from your greedy hands.

— but then he sluggishly gets into a sitting position, and doesn't look at you.

when gojo collapses into your embrace, you’re so surprised that you almost forget how to breathe. almost forget your own name, forget whose home you’re in, why your arms are wrapped around a pale man. all you can think of is how warm he feels, how he’s like a weighted blanket against you. how he trusts you enough to come so very close. 

cheek pressed against your chest, arms loose around your waist. no infinity, no barriers. just a single touch shared between two damaged human beings. 

a brief inhale gives you the composure that you need. air flowing into your lungs, your brain, as you settle into a comfortable position. no words leave your lips; you just continue to hold him, one hand on his back, testing the waters. letting him hear the echo of your heartbeat. unsure, the both of you, but something about this feels right. close to right. almost there.

gojo is stiff. when you strain your ears, you hear a sharp intake of breath, and a full body shiver courses through him. a tremble of his spine. like he’s itching to run, like he doesn’t quite know where to put his hands. so painfully unused to a proper embrace. 

(a little like a frightened fawn.)

a tender something unfurls within your chest, and you feel almost devoured by the fondness rooting itself into your beating heart. delicate, as you begin to brush away his tousled bangs, leaning close. pressing a kiss to his forehead, glistening with sweat. letting your lips linger on his skin. 

he’s pale, shining in the bleak moonlight cast from the translucent curtains of your living room windows. pale like a ghost. and there are dark crescents beneath his dull eyes.

nightmares, you surmise. they haunt him too, don’t they? of course they do. 

eyes brimming with emotion, you gaze at him; quiet as a mouse, closing his eyes. leaning into your touch, ever so slightly, breathing out a sigh tinged with pure exhaustion. and a certain realization washes over you, akin to a tidal wave, sudden and inevitable. so obvious it’s funny.

you’re not a god at all, are you? 

a coo slips from your lips. barely a sound, more like a soothing breath. warm against his cold skin.

you’re just like everyone else. just as fragile.

one of your thumbs goes to smooth over the puffy skin beneath his eyes. so, so gentle. like one wrong touch could have him crumbling into little grains of stardust, spilling out over the worn leather of your couch.

there are so many things you wish you could say to him. so many things you’ll never be able to say, because you’re afraid that if you give him too much it’ll scare him off. like love could burn him if it were to leak out too fervently. like it’s burned him before. 

so you don’t say anything. but you think it, you repeat it inside your mind like a prayer, and some part of you thinks that’s enough. i’ve got you — a whisper that you don't dare to voice. 

one gojo still manages to hear, somehow, if the way he tugs you closer and snuggles into your neck is anything to go by. a shaky exhale brushing against your collarbone.

(if you feel something wet touch the skin of your shoulder, you don’t mention it.)

you simply hold him, and don’t even think the thought of letting go. even though it takes him hours just to fall asleep, hours you spend anxiously wondering if he’ll change his mind and pull away. but he doesn't leave, even though his body may want him to, and that's enough, and you don’t let go. not even once. he stays cradled to your chest the same way you’d hold a tiny puppy, something fragile. something you need to handle with care.

and when his heartbeat finally mellows out, when you hear little barely audible snores flow from his lips, you finally begin to relax. melting into the couch beneath you, watching him get the rest he deserves. praying that any nightmares of his will be given to you instead.

sleep comes, eventually, to the both of you. tangled up on the couch, him on top of you, comforted by the flutter of each other’s heartbeat. by the warmth of another human being. safe in each other’s arms.

(the next morning, through hazy sunshine and the clinking of coffee cups, he teasingly tells you that just satoru is fine.)

it’s barely daybreak when satoru wakes you up.

a rude awakening, to say the least. he pulls out all the stops, intent on not letting you sleep even a second longer; poking at your cheek, pinching them when that doesn’t work. tickling you, blowing cold air into your ear, flopping down on top of you like a big dog. anything to rouse you from your deep slumber.

and he just will not give it up. no matter how hard you try to ignore him, no matter how many times you swat him away with your duvet pillow or turn to bury your face into the sheets. that’s how satoru always is, how he’s always been, how he hopefully always will be — an absolute pain. one you wouldn’t trade for anything else in the world.

so, when he starts whining for you to just wake up already, voice tinged with a sadness that tugs at your heartstrings, you find yourself opening your tired eyes. all while he murmurs on and on about something unintelligible, still trying to bribe you.

”i’ll make you coffee, okay? just get up. c’moooon.”

”… what time is it, satoru?” is all you mutter, voice leaving your lips in a raspy, disgruntled fashion. stirring a little at the promise of coffee. 

he cracks a grin. ”don’t worry about it! just come with me.”

despite your grumpy attitude, and the ungodly hour at which satoru shakes you awake, you find yourself letting him scoop you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. placing a hot cup of coffee in your hands, made just the way you like it, before grinning mischievously in a way that has you feeling ill at ease.

and ten minutes later, you find yourself on top of a hill. overlooking the woods, and a big lake below you, no city lights visible no matter where you turn — god knows where he’s taken you, but it’s pretty.

breathtaking, even. all frost and wildlife and peace, sweet solitude, tiny flowers blooming on the patches of grass around you. a murder of crows takes flight in the distance, scattering into the indigo of the sky.

gojo grins, boyish and bright, excited breaths turning into vapour as he speaks. awfully proud of himself. 

”i can’t take you on vacation, but —”

he drags you with him, arm looped around your own, plopping down on the ground. not before taking off his jacket, to cover the ground beneath you. grass tickles the skin of your palms, as you comfortably spread your legs, making sure to sit as close to him as possible.

and your heart softens a little.

because he’s mentioned it, before; how it’d be nice to go on a road trip, someday, just the two of you. all around the world, wherever the wind takes you. basking in that feeling of freedom. it’s no more than a fever dream, though, with how busy satoru is, the responsibilities you both shoulder.

so this’ll have to do. that’s probably what he’s thinking.

”the sun’ll rise soon. it’ll be pretty, i promise,” he beams, so close that you feel his warm breath on your skin. that you can see the dimples on his cheeks, his barely visible freckles.

”oh, so that’s why you woke me up so early.” 

his smile widens. ”nice, right? i wanted to surprise you. d’you like it?”

a smile blooms on your lips, in tandem with his, honeyed and content. indulgent. gojo looks at it, and immediately knows your answer.

”yeah. it’s really pretty out here,” you face forward, taking a deep breath, fresh morning air entering your lungs. cool and crisp, stirring your sleepy mind. ”kinda nostalgic.”

satoru hums, and follows your lead. looking ahead, admiring the beauty of an empty world.

the big lake looks like a mirror, from here, glittering in the peripheral of your vision. the sun licks at the frozen sky, not quite breaking through, not entirely ready to rise — but it paints everything a rusty gold and you can almost feel spring shining through, taste it on your tongue, that promise of something better, something more concrete. a warmth you don’t have to question. 

a warmth that’ll stay with you for a long time to come.

it takes about ten seconds for the man by your side to start speaking, again, shattering the peaceful silence. but you don’t mind. his voice is nice, a mellow melody to your morning-fatigued brain.

side by side, you wait for the sun to rise. sharing hushed whispers and laughter, like two kids having a sleepover. like nothing exists but the space that cocoons you, wraps you up in a nostalgia so palpable the entire world feels like a fond memory.

(it makes you feel a millenia younger.)

satoru giggles like a child, telling you about something shoko said, or something megumi did, and you don’t miss a single word that spills from his glossy lips. hanging on to every word he’s willing to give to you. 

he looks so unbothered, like this. eyes crinkling, humming some tune you don’t recognize, like a little nightingale ready to take flight into the skies.

you part your lips, admiring his features. every patch of skin you can see. words making themselves manifest, hungry to see inside his brain, to know more about him. a fascination that’s never quite left you — though now you think it may be better described as love. ”hey, satoru?”

at the sound of his name, he turns to you. the weight of his eyes feels so light, like this. those blessed eyes staring into yours. he tilts his head, a smile playing at his lips. ”mm?”

”if you could go anywhere you wanted, where would you be right now?”

satoru blinks.

he looks at you, a mild surprise flitting through the lines of his face, as he takes you in. measures the weight of your words.

then he smiles, again. lopsided, almost a smirk, rich with amusement. a hum buzzes in his throat, like a butterfly itching to break out.

”.. you teasing me?” 

a huff fills the air. ”it’s a genuine question!” you insist, moving your leg to nudge his own. ”c’mon. anywhere in the world. i’m just curious.”

another hum. he narrows his eyes, playfully, biting at the inside of his cheek to hold back a chuckle when that makes you grumble. pouting softly, tilting your head. he’s amused, you can tell. 

but he closes his eyes, lashes fluttering, glimmering with morning dew. and you can tell he’s taking you seriously. tasting the question on his tongue.

something shines in his eyes, when he opens them again; crinkling at the corners, soft lines of crows’ feet. you can almost see that burst of aquamarine, breaking through the black glass of his shades. like the laws of physics can’t contain it. and he smiles, as always, a smile so beautiful you wish you could live on the curve of his lips. flimsy, no teeth peeking out, no dimples to admire. but sweet. slathered with honey, as sincere as can be.

his voice comes out a little raspy, tainted with a tinge of fatigue, a smokey residue that sticks to the walls of his throat. but it's genuine, like he just woke up, like he's too sleepy to be dishonest. like every word he says can be no more or less than the absolute truth.

and when he turns to face you, tilting his head enough for you to see that shade of blue you love so dearly, his eyes shine with an honestly so palpable you feel like you’re being devoured.

satoru parts his lips.

”right next to you.”

a moment passes. silent, endless, no sound to be heard but the beating of your own heart.

at last, the sun breaks through that layer of frost, peeking up from the boundary of the world — and the morning begins to thaw. streaks of sunlight cascade down the contours of his handsome face, painting him a mellow gold, and it’s almost enough to distract you from the warmth of his hand finding yours. 

for a moment, satoru looks unsure. smile shifting in the light, into something slightly stiff, and you know that means he's nervous. silent, as he wets his glossy lips. pink tongue tasting strawberry chapstick. 

then he’s leaning forward. 

it’s chaste, the kiss he plants on your forehead, soft as the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. but it lingers, even after he’s pulled back — a warmth on your skin. a silent declaration.

he doesn't have to say anything. when you look up at him you can see the red flush of his ears, and when you strain your ears you can hear all those unspoken whispers. the sentiment neither of you will ever have to say out loud, because you know. it’s there. and it means everything. 

and you know that for as long as you live, you’ll both have this. one single thread of normalcy, in your unorthodox existences, one single glimmer of something almost entirely good. something that heals, something that isn’t a blessing and a curse all in one. something soft to the touch.

there’s no need to find the right words for it. there never was.

”kinda looks like melted ice cream.”

the words pull you out of your stupor. satoru’s looking at the sky, and you follow his gaze, watching the sunrise in tandem with him. 

it’s beautiful. soft clouds melting into pinks and oranges, dappling sunbeams lapping at the trees, a saffron shade washing over the empty world in front of you. a world that may not be so empty, after all, because you hear crows in the distance, and someone’s fishing by the lake, and you think you spot a squirrel in the tree closest to you. 

and you have someone, right next to you, right by your side. someone who won’t ever leave.

sometimes, loving satoru gojo feels a little like strolling on the edge of a cliff. like one wrong step could have you tumbling down, a mess of broken bones and unspoken words. but if you do stumble and fall — you know he’ll be waiting at the bottom of the precipice. arms outstretched, wearing that same innocent grin, ready to hoist you both back up.

so you know it’ll be fine.

swallowing down a bout of fresh laughter, like a flower unfurling in your chest, petals brushing against your ribcage, you give in. opting to bask in the moment, in his presence.

”yeah,” you puff out a chuckle, head slumping against satoru’s shoulder. he makes a little noise of approval, and your grin grows. ”it does.”

he doesn’t say anything. smiling, wordlessly, admiring the way the sun kisses up your collarbone. lighting up your face. and you bask in his warmth, how right it feels to be tucked into his side. how safe he feels, even now. how safe you make him feel.

you look at the man to your left, and he looks back at you, and that wonderful unnamed something unfurls inside your chest again. and, without having to speak it aloud, you know it will continue to do so.

many, many years later, he’ll still be satoru, and you’ll still be you. the distance between you will be what it always was; breachable.

and that will be enough.

#someone sedate me i giggled while writing this. im so in love w this stupid weasel #this is rly just my attempt at writing a more canon-aligned gojo and the kinda-sorta relationship i could see him having in canon #i firmly believe that he’d feel most at peace w a love that sits somewhere right between platonic n romantic !! #”me n the bestie <3” (selfie of u wearing matching rings) #its the kinda love that u dont need to label bc its just There. its just love !! a love that comes easy #im happy w how this particular gojo turned out i think!! :'3 hes my lil baby #in other news hes so bambi coded ☹️ i need to nurse him back to health #listen to capable of love by pinkpantheress btw its so gojo to me #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x gender neutral reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[i-cant-sing]

*sighs* I can't believe his slenderman era ended and he became- HIM😭😭🔥😍🎉🥳😭💀😭

But also the AUDACITY he has to swap his closet with the strongest, HOTTEST enemy he ever had-

LIKE THIS 100000% TOJI'S ENTIRE FIT! A DEAD MAN'S FIT!

Omg like can u imagine Fushiguro reader (and probably the entire Zenin clan) have a fucking aneurysm when Gojo finally comes out of the jail box, all dressed up like dear old daddy?????😭😭

Such a menace (I love him🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

#everyone send gojo asks #yandere gojo could be platonic or romantic #yandere gojo #yandere gojo satoru #yandere gojo saturo #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you #jjk fanfic

[thecuriousquest]

could i request k3 from the prompt list with platonic nanami kento? thank you!

Home Sweet Home

Yandere Uncle!Nanami x Niece!Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, face slapping, murderous undertones, isolation punishment

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now.”

Requests are temporarily closed.

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You thought Nanami was just supposed to look after you for a couple of days. You thought it was just going to be until your parents come home from their trip. Uncle Kento, well, is now telling you that your parents got into a very bad accident. He’s telling you that they’re not coming home, and that you’ll be living with him from now on.

Horrified by this information, you begin to cry into his shoulder. He holds you, gently, firmly, just like his personality. He holds you the way you need to be held right now with an arm across your back and one hand on the back of your neck to keep you close to him. You sniffle and cry into his blue button up shirt, but he doesn’t mind the water works.

It’s understandable after all. He lost his brother and sister-in-law after all. It was a “tragic car accident” after all. He knows you’ll just need time to heal and adjust.

But as that time continues on and you’re not healing or adjusting, Uncle Kento feels the need to keep a closer eye on you. He feels the need to watch over you more than he was in the beginning.

Soon, it becomes a battle of wills. His firmness against your stubborn nature. Who will break first? It certainly won’t be you. You’re moody and growing, you’re sad about the death of your parents, depressed even. You can’t get a break from your loving uncle.

There’s a day, at dinner, he looks over at you with those goofy glasses on his face. “I know you’ve been missing your parents, so I want to ask how you’d feel about calling me ‘Dad’?”

You look at him with a frown, eyebrows raised slightly and cinched together, E/C orbs narrowed straight at his sharp features. “What?”

He sets down his chopsticks. “I think you should start calling me that. You lack a parental figure in your life, and I can’t fulfill the role as just your uncle.”

“Are you serious? You think you can just replace my dad? He was your brother! How can you say something so fucked up like that?”

Kento can now see you’re starting to become very emotional over this. He sighs, needing you to know this isn’t coming from a place of malice…just slight jealousy. “Young lady, don’t curse at me like that. This isn’t me trying to replace your father. This is me trying to give you what you need.”

You smack your hand down on the table. “I don’t need you, and I don’t need this either!” You stand up, grab your jacket from the closet, and head towards the door while trying to wrangle the coat on.

You hear the footsteps behind you growing closer and closer before you feel a hand close around your upper arm.

“What, Uncle Kento?” Frustration seeps into your words, tangling around them like wire.

“You’re not leaving. You haven’t even finished your dinner.*

“Fuck dinner! I’m not going to let you try and replace my dead father. You’re crazy! Insane!”

“Stop. Stop acting so irrational.”

You point your finger at his chest. “The only one being irrational here is you, jackass.”

You hear it before you feel it: the tidal wave that is the back of his hand. Skin and knuckles slamming into your cheek. His large paw makes the entire right side of your face feel swollen. You feel dizzy, brains rattled and sloshing around in your skull as you reach out to something for balance.

When all is clear and your eyes meet the stern gaze of Kento Nanami, you bite your quivering lip and stifle all emotions.

“Your crass language won’t be tolerated. Is that understood.”

You feel your jaw, your stinging cheek, even your temple as you glare directly up at him. “All I understand is that it seems like you’re not all that upset about your brother’s death.”

Grabbing you by the ear, Nanami drags you towards your room, but once he gets there, he doesn’t just stop. No, he continues over to your closet before shoving you into the dark space and locking it from the outside. He loves you. He needs to do this for you to respect him. He needs you to learn to call him “Dad” because he knows that this is what’s best for you. Soon enough, you’ll start to see things his way.

Banging on the door, you scream for him to let you out. All he does is shake his blonde head as he walks towards the exit of your room.

“There’s no use trying to run. This is your home now,” are his last words before shutting your door.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere x darling #yandere themes #jjk #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #platonic yandere #platonic yandere uncle #kento nanami #nanami kento #yandere nanami #platonic yandere nanami #uncle nanami

[kleem-o]

Husband!Toji x Wife!reader

basically life as Toji's wife and Megumi's mama (this is my way of coping lmao)

"Please baby? Just a quickie-just the tip."

The rays of the early morning were seeping through the blinds of your and Toji's bedroom. It was around 6 AM, the time where most people (not me tho) head up and start their day. But here your husband was, on top of you, kissing along your neck while his hand trailed down to your core. Hushed giggles were heard in the room as he slowly humped you. "Toji-Babe stop! Megumi might wake up" You attempted to push at his chest, which of course you fail, but still he kissed you just to say against your lips "He's just a little kid, no kid wakes up at 6 in the morning, and besides it's been a while since we did it y'know" He let out a frustrated sigh. He loved his son of course, he was his pride and joy, but damn he was always sticking by your side. You kept giggling as he kissed you all over, cheeks, nose, lips, neck. You felt his hand lower and grope your ass which made you whine, maybe you did need this. The make out session became heated, you both were taking your clothes off quietly when-

"Mama?" A sleepy little toddler Megumi opened the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes. You quickly pushed Toji off of you and put your shirt back on as Toji placed his sweatpants back on. "Mama? What are you doing with papa?" "Oh nothing baby! we were just playin around, why are you up so early gumi?" You sent an unserious glare at Toji as you smiled and he chuckled. "I'm hungry... up up" Megumi made grabby hands at you, in which you responded by carrying him and kissing his chubby cheeks.

The morning was spent with you cooking some pancakes as Toji played with Megumi at the table, playing rock paper scissors, where the loser would have to be tickled, Toji always won of course. You served Megumi the pancakes while you and Toji ate omelette with rice. You would watch as Toji would cut up the pancakes into little pieces, while you would wipe Megumi's chin with a tissue whenever he would make a mess while eating. It truly felt like home. While Toji was washing the dishes, and Megumi playing with his toys at the living room, you kissed Toji's cheek then smacked his ass hard. This surprised Toji, but at the same time he was kinda used to these antics of yours, you would always spank his ass, grab his chest, or bite his arms. He smirked which highlighted the scar that you loved so much, and decided to get revenge. He took you and bent you over the counter gently, just to spank your ass hard, which caused you to yelp. In both of yours horror Megumi saw the whole thing, and was about to cry, when he charged at Toji and started hitting and punching his legs "Bad papa! What are you doin don't hurt mama!!" "Ow, ouch-hey! Little brat we were just playing-ow! Y/N do something!!" But you were on the floor, laughing hysterically. Eventually though you did stop Megumi "Gumi baby look! Mama's alright see? It's all good!" You were wiping his tears when Megumi hugged you, and you carried him away to the living room. You urged Toji to "apologize" and he did of course, he didn't want his son thinking that he was hurting his mom or anything. After a while Megumi soon forgot about the whole thing. Or at least you thought so, because when you all went grocery shopping, he would tell the cashier that his dad hit his mom's butt.

a/n: im crying idk why but this made me want to get married and have a kid LMAO

#toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #jjk fanfic #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #drabbles #jjk headcanons #megumi fushiguro #platonic megumi #megumi x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #x reader #jjk fluff #toji fluff

[mooluvs]

Choso deciding you’re his younger sibling:

Requests: open | jjk masterlist

warnings: spoilers, reader is Yuji’s twin but is gender neutral, No cw or tw

genre: platonic fluff | fic type: hcs

A/N: Spoilers for Anime only fans !!!!! For manga readers, this is after Shibuya but is an AU that ignores the existence of the culling games cus i don’t like em.

You’re Yuji’s twin, he’s older by an hour.

You’re not really involved in the Jujutsu world but after Shibuya, Yuji decides to tell you everything.

Obviously, you’re shocked.

But you’re there to support him.

He also decided to introduce you to Choso.

At first, Choso was weary of this because, although he viewed Yuji as his brother, he didn’t know what to think of you.

But he wanted to make his brother happy, so he agreed to meet you.

He literally takes one look at you and is like, “mine”

He’s calling you his little sibling before he even introduces himself.

Much to his surprise, you accept him immediately.

He’s happy, but he didn’t expect this.

Anyway, he wants to spend time getting to know you.

At first, he’s a bit awkward and doesn’t really know how to human.

But once he gets used to everything, he’s a big softie, and a very good brother

He thinks you’re very sweet

He learns a lot about human emotions from spending time with you.

You also teach him about modern technology and culture.

Yuji helps too.

He enjoys it very much.

He’s very sweet with you.

But if anyone hurts you or your feelings, he becomes one scary bitch

He enjoys being an older brother, he’s so used to it and it comes natural to him.

He’s also, so proud of you for just existing

He’ll tell anyone who’ll listen that you’re his sibling, and he loves you

He’s surprisingly good at comforting you when you’re upset.

He gives really good hugs, and is happy to hold you when you need it.

He likes just being in your company

Once he gets to know you really well, and you’re both totally comfortable with each other,

He tells you about all his siblings.

He talks about them, and how much they mean to him

And you ask about them, listen intently, and even refer to them as “our siblings”

He cries

He’s so happy you talk about them with care and respect, and that you see them as humans, not curses.

He’s grown fond of the idea of You, him and Yuji living together, as a real family.

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[cozymoko]

Platonic!Yandere Dad Gojo would be swell for me obvs not for the kid

Glad to see you back 🤗

PLATONIC! YANDERE DAD GOJO SATORU

Note: Hey, hey, hey! I'm glad to be back.

Format: Headcanons

Featuring: Platonic! Yandere Gojo Satoru

WARNINGS: Slight yandere themes

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀— 「大丈夫でしょう。だって、君弱いもん。」

Whether you're the product of a fling, a past relationship, hell, even if you aren't his blood. GOJO SATORU will take full responsibility for you!

You're spoiled rotten; it's honestly humorous. Even if your eyes linger for a moment, it's yours. No matter the price — the time — hell, even the place. There's no room for anything even relatively mediocre for you.

The day you met Megumi was the day he felt complete. If not for Megumi constantly being by your side, Gojo would've already worried himself to death! Sure, he gets a little jealous of when the two of you spend time together but that's normal, right?

There's not a moment when you aren't on his mind. In a very caring way, of course. Expect plenty of souvenirs from him, matching keychains being one of his personal favorite. But that's only when Gojo's not sneaking around his responsibilities (too much). If there's an opportunity, he'd take you out on several expensive trips, pushing his work onto Megumi to make up for it. Hey, it's not his fault he has a little too much favoritism towards you!

“Hey! That's no fair!” Gojo pouted. “You've been hanging out with Megumi more and more lately!”

You sat there, dumbfounded, at the behavior of the man you once admired wholeheartedly. In other words, your childish father. Maybe you'd be surprised if this were the first time it's happened; but, it's not.

At times you felt like his parent, but it was kinda of endearing in a sense. Gojo's strange mannerisms always kept you on your toes, patiently awaiting his next move with anticipation or even anxiety. But it wasn't all that bad.

You wouldn't give it up for the world.

Gojo is protective towards all his students, so you are no exception. Perhaps he'd be a bit more watchful of you but that's it. Gojo truly has no desire to monopolize your time, if anything he just wants to give you a better childhood than he had. But hey, teenagers need space! He gets that.

Sure he likes to joke around, but not at the expense of your well-being. The thought of you dying on his account is enough to send him spiraling. Man I'd hate to be whoever's on the receiving end.

“It's a shame, really. To end your life so early, that is.” The sorcerers' tone was upbeat yet seemingly forced. A tight lipped-smile adorned his lips, though it didn't reach his vibrant eyes. "But you've hurt someone extremely important to me. For that, you'll have to die.”

Gojo lowered to his heels, gazing lazily at the curse trembling before him. It was a rather hideous one at that. To think this thing almost caused you so much grief renders him ill. More so than the dark emotions brewing in his being the longer he watched it squirm.

Only then, did a single thought cross his mind. A thought that turned his cold smile warm — genuine, sinister even. “Hah! But don't worry, I'll make it worth your while. After all, being tortured by the strongest should be an honor.”

Your youth slips day by day, and with it your attention. It's only a matter of time before you go on to pursue a career in the adult world one day. The hourglass only has so much sand. Oh, that cruel side of the world that isn't made for such an oblivious kid — Satoru's kid at that.

Unlike Megumi, Gojo knows there's no real guarantee that you'll join the Jujutsu world. It's dangerous, so in a way he's relived by your lack of interest. However, if you attended Jujutsu Tech, then he could spend more time with you. Plus you're the child of the strongest, so there's no way you could lose!

“Wahh! My baby's growing up!” Gojo wails childishly, squishing his pale cheek against your own. “Please say you won't forget about Daddy!”

You scoff, peeling his lean arms from your shoulders. For someone so slim, he sure had a grip that could kill. “Dad, you're so dramatic. Of course I won't forget about you.”

He smiled, waving you off with a cheerful bye. Only for that same smile ti drop once you left.The genuinity of your words did little to soothe him. His heart churned in his chest as though it was being restricted by the sturdiest of rope.

You were growing up so fast he could hardly believe it. Soon enough you'll be moving out and starting a family of your own. Well, a new family plus him and Megumi of course!

As a father, his yandere tendencies aren't too noticeable to the naked eye. Some would argue that they dont exist. It's truly a side that Gojo never wants you to ever see. The opinions of others matter little in comparison to your own. Gojo desperately wants you to have the childhood he could not and he won't stop until you get just that. You deserve it.

GOJO SATORU isn't willing to get his hands dirty for just anyone. But it seems that when it comes to you and Megumi, he's more inclined to letting it happen.

Oh! Don't mind the blood on his hands. It's nothing, honestly! Just go hang out with Megumi for a bit until Gojo cleans up his little mess. Oh, and remember not to ask any unnecessary questions~!

#—🍁 #x reader #platonic headcanons #platonic yandere #jjk megumi #jjk headcanons #jjk x you #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #yandere jjk #platonic gojo #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen imagines

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

something's made your eyes go cold (6)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader but mostly TEEN!geto x FEM!reader (platonic) - soulmate AU

TW⚠️: geto suguru defects soooo be warned, reader is not a sorcerer, geto is beyond mean, angst/hurt, gojo does not show up at the end, friends to enemies, mentions of sex, and loss of virginity off screen (from gojoxreader)

a/n: special chapter for my fav criminal💜 this is not proofread!!!!!

something's gone terribly wrong

Geto Suguru appreciated Satoru's soulmate, besides him, his best friend would have another constant in his life. Someone else who would care for him unconditionally, and just like Suguru vowed to protect Satoru - he vowed to protect her. He was strong after all, and the strong must protect the weak.

When Satoru wasn't there, it was Suguru who would keep her safe from curses; curses that reared their ugly heads when Satoru wasn't around. They were far more daring when she was alone, even if Suguru was with her. He was nowhere near as fearsome as his best friend, but he handled the curses just fine without him.

Let the curses underestimate him, it made them easier to deal with, easier to keep her safe from harm.

If Gojo Satoru was on a mission and Suguru was still in the city, then he would routinely check up on her - Satoru couldn't warp at long distances yet, so if anything happened to her, he would not make it in time, so Suguru took it upon himself to be her protector. She needed it and Satoru needed her, and Suguru cared for them both deeply.

Sept. 19, 2006

' ' it's getting dark and it's all so quiet ' '

A curse tried to latch itself onto her when Satoru was cities away on mission, Suguru exorcised it expertly, with her back turned to him without even realizing she was ever in danger.

A soft smile graced his lips, "Everything alright?"

She jumped at his gentle voice, not realizing he was behind her, "Ah, Geto," she returned his gentle smile, "I didn't see you there. I'm alright, you?"

"I'm doing fine," Suguru looked up at the cloudy sky, "Come on, it looks like it's gonna rain. I'll walk you home."

The walk was full of light and awkward chit chat, despite Suguru's best efforts to be friendly. He supposed he shouldn't be too surprised, they had only met a couple of times; he supposed it would take time for her to warm up to him, at least she wasn't given him the cold shoulder like had been to Satoru. Suguru never put in a good word in for his best friend, he had said awful things about her - Satoru deserved her silent treatment.

Suguru wasn't too worried about it though. They were soulmates and while he didn't understand it, he had always admired it. He was even proud of Satoru for discarding his old and stupid opinions of her and actually putting in work to try and win her over.

"Thank you, Geto," She awkwardly waved goodbye to him when they arrived outside her family's bakery.

Suguru only smiled, "No problem."

He turned to leave and scrunched his nose up the gray sky. He was going to get caught in the rain for sure.

Oh well, "See ya."

Suguru's phone buzzed in his pockets:

Gojo.S: thank you :)

The shops bell chimed, and then, chimes again, and she yelled for him.

Suguru tilted his towards her, half-shocked, she had never called out to him before, but there she was with her hands outstretched towards him - a clear plastic umbrella and a styrofoam to go box.

Suguru gingerly took them from her hands, "Thank you."

Her cheeks were slightly pink when their hands brushed, "It's the least I could do. Thank you again for walking me home."

With that, he left with the protection of the umbrella from the rain and hot pastry warming up his hand.

His phone buzzed again:

Gojo.S: no way, she likes you more than me, right???

Gojo.S: I'll fight you >:( don't think that I won't

Suguru chuckled and rolled his eyes.

Geto.S: guess that means she has better taste than I thought

A flurry of rushed texts blew up his phone - worth it.

Nov. 28, 2006

' ' i thought i had you figured out ' '

A text had woken him up in the morning. Suguru was expecting it to be Satoru, sending him photos of his lastest mission away from Tokyo, but no, it was ______.

____._: sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but do you know what sweets are satoru's favorites and his favorite flavored cake???

____._: he never says he just eats anything sweet

That certainly sounded like Satoru.

Suguru yawned as he typed out:

Geto.S: He's a glutton

Geto.S: I'm sure anything will be fine but he does prefer kikufuku as for the cake - angel cake seems to be the best option

He rubbed his eyes and slid his phone closed, he needed to change into his uniform - wait... no, he needed to shower first.

His phone buzzed in his night stand. He gave it a quick look over, before he ridded himself of his clothes and hopped in the shower:

____._: thank you!!!! I owe you big time :D

____._: you like soba right?? My treat!

Suguru was glad, she felt like she could rely on him. He wanted to be relied on, if she relied on him, the easier it was to keep her safe from anything that tried to grab her in the darkness.

There had been too many close calls and it all reminded him of - No, she was not Riko. Suguru would not make the same mistakes.

When he got out of the shower and changed, he texted her back.

Geto.S: We can go shopping together

Geto.S: Are you free at 4:15?

Thirty minutes later she texted back:

____._: yep, where do you wanna meet?

Geto.S: I'll meet you at your school

Geto.S: We'll leave from there

____._: See you then :D

Suguru was right on time waiting outside of her school gates. He kept his eyes trained on curses energy residuals, and the curse dwelling on at the school - none of them were powerful, none of them posed a real threat to anyone.

Good, he could rest easy for now.

A bag slung around her shoulder, she enthusiastically waved at him as she ran up to him with a bright smile quirking her lips up, "Geto!"

Suguru's smile was as it always was soft, but this time he wasn't tip-toeing around her, afraid he would scare her away.

They were friends.

Of course, he kept things from her like the curses that tried to hurt her, but so did Satoru, but he supposed, Satoru didn't need to - nothing dared to touch her while he was around her. She couldn't even see them, so Suguru didn't feel the need to worry her about it, especially when he would protect her from it. She was already worried about Satoru as it was, no point in adding something else on to the list.

She chewed on her lip, "His mission isn't too dangerous is it?"

Suguru placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "No, he will be back in two days tops."

Still, she closed her eyes to check on him. He didn't blame her if he had felt Satoru die, he would check on him all the time.

She quickly blushed in embarrassment when she realized Suguru was watching, "I'm not a stalker -"

Suguru laughed.

Her cheeks burned into darker and brighter shade of red, "Don't laugh at me! I'm just -"

"Worried?" He chuckled out, "Come on, worry wart. If I remember correctly you owe me a soba."

Today, a curse user tried to sneak up behind her. To take her or kill her, Suguru didn't know. Not that it mattered, he pummeled him into a bloody pulp and called a window to take him back to jujutsu tech where he would wait trial by the higher ups.

Execution, no doubt. Suguru didn't care that's what the curse user gets for trying to pick on the weak, and on his best friend's soulmate no less. If anything, Suguru considered him lucky - it would've gone worse for him if Satoru had been the one to catch him. Forget about being beatened to a bloody pulp, imagine getting erased with a shot of hollow purple? Very lucky.

"Geto," she called out to him as she showed him a shirt, "what about this one?"

Suguru pocketed his bruised knuckles, "Yeah, he'll like that one."

She cheerfully skipped to the cash register and waited for the man to ring her up.

Suguru's eyes narrowed at the man, he seemed normal, but something was bothering him. Suguru was behind her in a few quick steps, his face seemingly expressionless when he took the bag from the clerks hand, before she could even raise her hand to grab it for herself.

The clerk waved them off as both teenagers said thank you, but Suguru lagged slightly behind her with his hand on the small of her back, keeping his senses trained on the clerk until they were at a safe distance, but then he saw a woman standing ominously a little ways away from them. A glance behind him and he saw the store clerk - shit. This was fine, nothing he couldn't handle, but his friend would no longer be blissfully ignorant about the dangers that were lurking around her.

"Yo!"

Suguru's shoulders visibly relaxed. The grip on her waist loosened as he waved at Gojo Satoru. The girl's smile widened into something more joyful as she wrapped her arms around Satoru's torso, pulling him into a warm hug.

Satoru rested his head on top of hers as he always did now and only kept one arm around her, but still hugged her close to his chest.

"You're back early," Suguru raised his fist and Satoru fist bumped him in greeting.

Satoru grinned, "It was easy peasy."

She peered her head up from his chest with the warmest smile, "So you're not hurt?"

"Nah," Satoru placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, "nothing can touch me."

But Suguru was the flicker in his best friend's eyes, not much concern for himself, but for her, and Suguru knew why Satoru had come back early and why he had no doubt finished his mission as quickly as possible; Satoru had seen the store clerk for what he truly was through her eyes.

Suguru remembered the time, he had asked Satoru, if closing his eyes would leave him vulnerable. Satoru had smirked and smugly said:

"Nope, my six eyes work just fine. It just takes a little more focus."

Satoru's smugness was all Suguru needed to know that it took no effort at all to do what he does when he looks through her eyes, especially when he does it constantly.

Suguru casted his gaze back in front of him, the woman was gone and he could no longer sense the store clerk.

Of course, they were gone. One thing was fighting Geto Suguru, it was another fighting Gojo Satoru.

She tip-toed and kissed Satoru's cheek.

Suguru smirked, "I thought you two weren't dating?"

She turned pink, "We're not."

"Yet," Satoru added with a smug smile.

After they dropped her off home and Satoru begrudgingly let her go, (Suguru didn't know why he was pouting so much seeing as he was most likely going to see her tonight) Satoru pout widened into a grin.

"I have a plan."

Suguru let out a hearty laugh when he explained what his plan was - Operation: Love Quest.

Oh, he couldn't wait to tell Shoko.

Feb. 12, 2007

' ' i have known it all this time ' '

Valentine's Day was approaching and Suguru was now a victim of Satoru's incessant shopping sprees. Nothing was too much for his soulmate, he needed to get her everything.

Flowers (she liked pink peonies the most, Suguru learned recently), chocolates, sweets, dresses, jewelry, more sweets, and god knew what else.

"You've gotten her enough," Suguru yawned sleepily, "don't you think?"

Satoru was looking at a simple princess cut diamond ring, scratching his head.

Suguru playfully shoved him, "And it's a little too soon for an engagement ring."

Satoru tilted his head toward him with a frown and was slightly offended, "I would never get her a 0.10 carat diamond for an engagement ring," he grumbled, "It's far too small."

Suguru leaned against the glass counter, "I get this is your Valentine's with her, but you're over doing it just get her something you know she'll like."

"What type of girl doesn't like diamonds?"

"The type that'll feel bad when you get her a mountain of presents, when she only got you like three." Suguru said, "Not everyone has generational wealth to sustain them."

Satoru's pointed look softened as he smiled widely, "She got me three?"

Shit, Suguru wasn't supposed to tell him, "Yes, and I'm not telling you more."

"That must mean she really likes me, huh," Satoru's eyes glittered brighter than any precious stone in the store, "as the best boyfriend ever I have to at least get her twice as that."

"You already have." Suguru sighed, "Triple, I'd say."

Satoru ignored him, "Yo, sir! Sir! Sir!" He tapped the glass annoyingly, "That one!"

The jeweler smiled, "What size?"

"Shit, I don't know her ring size."

Satoru turned Suguru and before he could say anything, Suguru had slid his phone open and called her.

She answered at the second ring, "What's up?"

"You free right now?"

"Yeah."

Satoru started whispering, "Don't tell her to meet you here."

Suguru pushed his face away from his and gave her a meeting time.

The jeweler gave him a ring size measurer and with that Suguru left to meet her.

When she wasn't looking he would look at her fingers and take out the measure trying to gauge which size it was after careful deliberation, be concluded a size 5.

After an hour or so, she had to leave - something about an essay and homework she had to work on before Valentine's Day.

Suguru sent one of his curses with her to make sure she got home safe.

Satoru berated him when he got back, "What size?"

"Five," Suguru handed the measure back to the jeweler.

"That one," Satoru grinned out and then dragged Suguru to another shop.

It was going to be a long day of shopping again.

Apr. 4, 2007

' ' oh, holding my breath ' '

Shoko had stolen ______ for the day, claiming she needed a break from Satoru.

"You're beyond clingy," Shoko said, "Don't want her breaking up with you because you never gave her space right?"

Satoru's eyes widened, "Did she tell you that?"

Shoko being Shoko, said, "Maybe."

So there Satoru was fighting the urge to call or text his soulmate.

"Shoko was lying, right?" He asked Suguru, "Ain't no way, she wants to break up with me, right?"

Suguru drank his hot tea, "I'm sure she was just joking."

Or maybe she wasn't, but Suguru didn't want to tell Satoru what ______ had told him in private.

It wasn't that she didn't like him anymore, it was the incessant thoughts in her mind. Thoughts she couldn't push away any longer and as much as she cared for Satoru, he would never understand. Suguru would do though, he always understood.

She had been nervous at first, texting him to meet with him privately at a cafe without Satoru knowing, he was out on a mission anyway, he was focusing his six eyes on finding the curse, instead of closing his eyes to see where she was, but in the end, she faced up, after Suguru coaxed it out of her with soft smiles and a promise not to laugh.

"You have to promise again, not to laugh," She said.

He wanted to laugh now, but he knew she would shut down if he did, "I promised already."

"Again."

"Alright," pressed his lips together to keep himself from chuckling, "I promise, will you tell me now?"

She wondered a lot about how she should phrase it. Worthy? Good enough? Holding him back? Which word encapsulated what she felt when she saw a curse through Satoru's eyes, but could never see them on her own.

Worthless was the word she was looking for, she realized that a few weeks ago.

She bit the inside of her cheek, Suguru would for sure tell Satoru, if she started the conversation like this, so instead, she said, "It's not a problem, is it that I'm not a sorcerer," she played with the straw in her drink, "or that I can't see curses - I mean -"

Suguru stopped her before she could get in any farther, "Satoru was an idiot when he said that." Suguru smiled in the way that made everyone feel accepted, "He never meant any of that."

Yes, he did. At the time they both knew that he did, but she didn't say anything.

"Things are different now," Suguru scooted his chair closer to hers, "Satoru cares about you a lot, I know he does." He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and rubbed soothing circles on her, "He'd throttle even me if it meant to keep you safe."

And Suguru was proud of him. His best friend was finally turning into the person he knew he could become - he was still annoying and arrogant, but he was no longer cruel and dismissive of others.

She let out a laugh, "I don't think he would go that far."

"I do," Suguru said firmly. "A lot of people can't see curses or jujutsu, it's not something to be ashamed of and Satoru has enough cursed energy and strength for the both of you."

She shook her head, "And when he's not here?" She looked at Suguru, "What then? I'm not stupid, you know, I may not be able to see curses, but I know whenever Satoru shows up randomly or when you show up to walk me all the way home - It's for a reason." She crossed her arms, "Shoko does it too, but she has a better poker face."

Suguru should've known that she knew. It had been months, it would've been odd if she hadn't noticed their overprotectiveness from even Shoko.

"You're our friend, ______," Suguru said, "we just want to make sure you're safe."

"I know. It's just -" She let out a long breath.

"Frustrating?"

She nodded, and then a bashful look, "Promise, you won't tell Satoru?"

Suguru smiled again, "I promise, but I do think you should talk about it with him." He drank some of his tea, "I'm sure he'll listen if it's coming from you."

But until then, Suguru was there to listen. Sometimes all someone needed was a friend.

Satoru's voice brought him back to the present, "She hasn't said anything to you right?"

Suguru rolled his eyes at him, "She's not going to break up with you."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Satoru," Suguru warned, "she's probably just stressed. Exams are coming up, aren't they?"

Satoru nodded, "Yeah..." He pulled out his phone from pocket and flipped it open as a smile graced his lips, "I'll help her study after she's done hanging out with that traitor that should relieve some of her stress."

Suguru doubted that would help since exams weren't what was plaguing her mind, but other more complicated things. If it got too far, he would tell Satoru. He might get punched in the face or a reversal Red shot at him, but it would be for the best.

Jul. 24, 2007

' ' something keeps me holding on to nothing ' '

Satoru had punched him in the face when Suguru told him. All this time Suguru knew why she was acting weird, he had known for months and he hadn't told him. It would've been different if she had told Shoko and Shoko didn't tell him, but Suguru? Suguru who was always supposed to have his back - it was betrayal.

Satoru put up two fingers and almost chanted: Curse Technique Reversal: Red, but stopped himself.

"Is she still talking to you about it?" He gritted out.

"No," Suguru rubbed his swollen cheek, "she wanted to tell you herself, but I think she's scared to bring it up."

Scared? Why would she be scared of bringing something like this up to Satoru? He was her boyfriend, her soulmate - she shouldn't have, had to feel scared to tell him anything. He would have listened, he promised to himself that night when he was all bloody that he would.

"I promised I wouldn't say anything," Suguru said, "but you two do need to talk about it."

Satoru ran his hand through his soft white hair and closed his eyes. He frowned when he saw her writing an essay down on a piece of paper - she was home.

Suguru spoke up again, "Do you want to hit me again?"

Satoru sighed and opened his eyes to look at his best friend, "No," he fixed his glasses, "just don't keep something that important from me again."

Satoru warped away, no doubt to talk to his soulmate. Suguru only hoped he had told him in time, before more damage could be done for his friends.

It was night when Yaga had knocked on Suguru's door.

"Where's Satoru?" Yaga gruffed out, "He hasn't been here all day."

Suguru always covered for him and he wasn't going to stop now, "He went for some sweets, you know how he gets."

Yaga shook his head, not believing a word that came out of Suguru's mouth, but he left anyway.

Suguru looked at his phone and thought about calling Satoru, but shook his head. He probably wasn't coming back til later, so Suguru fell asleep instead.

He woke up at noon with a grinning Satoru at the foot of his bed instead.

Suguru blinked as he assessed him, at least he didn't look heartbroken, instead overjoyed and a little smug. Satoru's snowy white hair was a mess as if someone had raked their hands through it roughly, his glasses were askew, and his lips were swollen and smudged with pink lip gloss smearing across cheek to his neck as his neck had deep red and purple marks that shaped into a heart, and his clothes looked a mess.

Suguru chuckled, "I take it things went well?"

"She said she loves me," Satoru squeaked out in glee.

Suguru pulled his long black hair back, "And?"

Satoru's grin had softened, yet it stayed plastered on his face, "I said I love her too."

Suguru pointed at hickeys that shaped into a heart, "That's all?"

"We had sex," then, Satoru playfully shook his head and sang lowly, "No, we made love."

Suguru almost vomited at that, "Go take a shower lover boy."

Satoru walked backwards as he skipped happily into his dorm room and yelled, "I am a lover boy!"

Sept. 2007

' ' come on, don't leave me like this ' '

She had just finished mopping the bakery's floor when Suguru came in, his long hair was down with only a small bun tying some of the more unruly parts of his hair.

She waved at him, "What's up, Geto?"

His smile wavered when he saw her like this was the first time he had seen her.

"Is something wrong, Geto?"

"Yes actually," Suguru frowned, "I want to talk to you."

She dropped the mop in the bucket and wiped her hands on her apron, "What is it? What happened?"

Maybe, she should text Satoru - No, he was there for her a couple of months ago, she should be here for him now.

"I think you were right before," Suguru pocketed his hands, "about it being a problem - you not being a sorcerer."

"What are you saying?"

Suguru ignored her, "I think you weren't saying the right words before," his eyes told and black, "instead of a problem, I think you meant a pest, a worthless one."

Her eyes widened, "Geto -"

Suguru's eyes hardened into a glare, "Don't interrupt me," he paused for a second like he was about to add something else, but stopped himself, before continuing, "all this time you were worrying that you were holding Satoru back, you were right."

Tears welled in her eyes, "I told you all of that in confidence." She flinched back when Suguru took a step toward her, "You're my friend."

"I was never really your friend," Suguru spat out, "I realized that I only ever really tolerated you for Satoru."

"Stop," she whispered putting her hands up as if she could stop his words from reaching her, "just stop it. Satoru and I talked about this already - he loves me."

She blinked her tears away. If this is how Suguru truly felt, then he wasn't allowed to see her vulnerable, only Satoru and people she trusted were allowed to.

Suguru stalked up to her, until she was backed up against a wall. She quickly flinched to the side when Suguru's hand shot up to the empty space behind her and for a second, she heard something squirming and writhing in his hand.

Suguru gave her one last cold look before purple blood splattered on the walls, "This is the last time I save you, ______."

' ' i can't turn back now, i'm haunted ' '

Gojo: You really hurt her feelings and she's been crying non-stop -

Geto: Womp-Womp

Gojo: Did you just FUCKING say womp-womp?!

@phoenix666stuff @96jnie @mr-underhills-things @whatamidoing @wbad-world @ancientimes @whippedbyikemen @sammyiguess (can't find you sorry) @pumpkindudeishere @witchofthecoffee @arminswifee (another one that cannot be tagged sorry) @weebotaku21 (another one I do not understand why) @nevermoresworld @jjk97091 (cannot tag you sorry) @toshirolovebot @marblesphere @sabo-has-my-heart @laurenzitaa

#this made me a whole lot of sad #i think i could die now #i tried to get the whole geto falling apart thing right #hopefully i did #geto went from protecting her to using her own insecurities against her #i still love him tho #and he couldnt bring himself call her monkey for a second there but he thought it #geto why didnt you just talk to someone #😭😭😭 #crumbs of gojo x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #jjk spoilers #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #teen gojo #gojo x reader #i love him #geto x reader but it is platonic #they had a lovely friendship what happened #i know what happened

[paradiseoflosers]

thinking about platonic yandere!satosugu and their afab!sister it'll be such a sad but cute dynamic at the same time.

platonic yandere!satosugu who always dotes on their little precious, innocent, younger sister. well - gojo's sister, but because yandere!satosugu have been friends for so long, you've come to see geto as your brother as much as you see gojo as your brother!

platonic yandere!satosugu who always lets you do everything with them. from meeting the kids to having dinner, anything you want, it's yours.

platonic yandere!satosugu who still don't understand why you want to go to jujutsu high. you have everything you want here! visits from shoko, nobara and maki, the best quality food, clothes, accommodation, everything. so why on earth do you want to leave?

platonic yandere!satosugu who only let you around megumi. not yuji. they can't risk losing you to the king of curses - sukuna. your big brothers and megumi are the only boys you're allowed to go around, okay? you've got to understand that. other than that, no boys. only girls. only girls.

platonic yandere!satosugu who don't teach you how to be a jujutsu sorcerer, so you'll always be dependent on the girls or them & megumi. any curse technique you have will never be discovered because you've never been told or been allowed to explore!

platonic yandere!satosugu who love the attention you give them. who would rather watch the world burn and everyone with it than watch you cry or whine. who would rather kill a special grade cursed spirit than let you not have what you want.

platonic yandere!satosugu who only let you hang out with the girls because you beg them to allow you. who are shocked when you tell them that they can't tag along to your girls nights, where you talk about your emotions and everything. they're appalled. why don't you trust your big brothers, but random girls you've known for a less amount of time than them?

platonic yandere!satosugu who swear they'll only let you out of the estate when every single curse is gone.

platonic yandere!satosugu who murdered anyone who made your flinch, cry and whine.

platonic yandere!satosugu who are the only ones allowed to make you upset, because of how much they love wiping away your tears. who makes you apologize to them for simple things like leaving the house without their permission.

platonic yandere!satosugu who killed multiple people for you.

after all, their little sister is too precious and stupid for this world. you should only trust your brothers satoru and suguru.

only them.

after all, all you need is to ignore the truth for temporary happiness.

#𝖆𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘' 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖊 🩰 #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #platonic jujutsu kaisen x reader #platonic jjk x reader #platonic satosugu x reader #yandere x reader #satosugu x reader #yandere x you #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #satoru x you #gojo x you #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x you #suguru x you #suguru x reader #geto x reader #geto x you #platonic gojo x reader #platonic geto x reader

[kumimi3]

choso n how sweet he would be to his little sister ~ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ he would be so gentle with her n so scared to touch her cuz he thinks his hands r too calloused ૮ ◞ ﻌ ◟ ა oh but he's so so protective ! he carries her around n loves it when she calls her 'big brother' ! choso and yuji love her so so much and love taking care of her ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა they're so cutiesssss

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #choso kamo #yuji itadori #platonic!reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #choso x platonic reader #choso x reader #jjk choso #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons

[amaryscita]

Gojo taking care of child/baby reader 😼‼️

I get baby fever so…

(His eyes are mad pretty-)

Your mother had you and left you, you had Gojo’s features likes his eyes you had his personality more.

Gojo was pretty sad that your mother left but on the bright side he had you :D! Little Y/n, his sunshine his pride and joy, his reason of even existing minus being the strongest person in jjk universe

No matter how many fans he has you’ll always be his biggest fan.

And he’s always your biggest fan :D! He’d support your dreams no matter what, wanna be a artist? He’ll get you into art school. Wanna be a musical Artist? He’ll help you, wanna learn instruments? Which one he’ll look for classes.

Don’t fear papa Gojo is here, nightmares? BEGONE! 🤺🤺

Gojo would stay in your room until you fall asleep :) all these monsters fear him RAHHH

You ask the question ‘where’s mommy/mama/mom’ Satoru? Erm.. Sataru 😘😘. He’d turn into a girl, walk in high-heels, wear a wig that matches your hair color, puts on different color contacts.

Mommy Daughter events in school will be attended 😠 you will not feel left out!

Meeting Megumi, Nobara and Itadori they adored you. Nobara Itadori and you went shopping while Megumi focused on your smarts, he’d help you with your homework and helped you study even if Nobara and Itadori called him boring.

Nanami just like Megumi would help you with your studies rather then playing with you though if you pass a test or a semester Nanami would be proud of you and take you wherever you want.

Your first day of school crushed Gojo 😞!! Nanami side eye’d him “your baby will only be gone for a few hours” Gojo looked at the school “MY BABBYYYYYYYY😭” Nanami rolled his eyes.

He gets separation anxiety when you leave him :(

He gets told by others that you should be signed up for modeling but he don’t think so, he doesn’t want you to be bombarded with Fans

He definitely tells you that the opposite gender has cooties he doesn’t want his little angel to grow up too fast :(

When you start dating Nanami would be more on the “no. No dating. No boys no girls no nothing” while Gojo is like “Erm..No 😒 he’s ugly” or “No. her personailty is wack” He’s like a bestie

You had the perfect childhood ml<3

#no gender #child reader #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #saturo gojo x reader #gojo x reader #platonic #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x you #gojo saturo #use of y/n #fluff

[chuuyrr]

I can’t wait for my heart to be broken again 😂 How about scarlet witch! teenager fushiguro! reader repeating Gojo’s history. Having a best friend whose also a special grade sorcerer who meant a lot to her only to got down the same path Geto went down. Just imagine how heartbroken Gojo would be for her 😭

do you get deja vu? — scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader repeating adoptive dad! gojo satoru's history

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (gojo's past arc), fluff to angst, mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: as you became a jujutsu tech sorcerer, you eventually found someone who's a special grade just like you and you two became best friends despite a rocky start. however, history repeats itself for the strongest ones.

growing up under the care of gojo satoru, whom you deemed your father, you had always admired him and wished to be like him. however, becoming as powerful as him after mastering the blessing—no, curse you'd been bestowed with, your chaos magic, made you realize what gojo felt like with the limitless technique and six eyes, and it was loneliness.

unlike your older brother megumi and his friends, you are frequently summoned for much more dangerous and complicated jujutsu-related missions that necessitate your near god-like abilities, and you had only yourself. you had no friends, no teammates like megumi who had yuuji and nobara.

gojo wasn't always available to help you or anyone else because he had his own matters with jujutsu tech. the other jujutsu sorcerer students were unable to join you because they do not compare to you.

you were the strongest, and you were finally using your abilities to help and save people, as well as exorcise curses, but you were still lonely. it didn't fill the black hole inside your chest.

and then he showed up when you least expected it. maybe fate, or whatever god there is, had finally heard your prayers.

you walked down the campus grounds, past the tori gates, as you slipped on and adjusted your black fingerless gloves. you were summoned yet again. you sighed to yourself as you entered one of the faculty rooms where prinicipal yaga and gojo were.

"yaga-sensei, dad," you greeted both of them with a smile as you stepped inside the room.

"[name]," yaga nodded his head curtly at you with a small smile painting his lips.

"kikufuku! you're just in time!" gojo exclaimed, walking up to you to embrace you, "i know you've just finished your classes, but this is urgent."

you nodded, thinking it was another special grade mission to complete when you felt something so intense—a special grade cursed energy in the atmosphere. your eyes widened with a red glow emanating from your eyes instantly. you snapped your head towards the door that had slid open and lifted your hands, fingers already brimming with red psionics.

you held your breath. it was a young man your age. he had long dark yet messy hair tied in a half-up, half-do hairstyle, grey eyes, lashes resembling megumi and gojo, and a mole just below his lips. your gaze softened as you realized he was wearing the jujutsu tech uniform, which was nearly identical to yuuta's except for another dark-blue jacket that was oversized and hung over his shoulders.

"[name], this is hatsuki shinya. starting today, you'll be working together with him."

things quickly escalated. they introduced you to him after introducing him to you, and you two were given a mission as simple as that. so there you were in the car with him, being escorted by ijichi to the location of the mission.

"well, this is the place," you said as you entered the abandoned building, shinya trailing behind you, "the people should still be alive."

"how can you tell? are you a psychic, fushiguro?" snorted shinya, biting back a grin.

"i'm much more than a psychic, hatsuki" you retorted, rolling your eyes at his remark before lifting your hand and gently twisting it, allowing your red psionics to emanate from your fingertips as you provided light in the darkness, "and for your information, i can sense people. i'm sensitive to auras and energies of all kinds."

"huh, so you turn red too," shinya whistled, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of your red psionics.

"what do you mean by that?" you raised a brow.

"you'll see, fushiguro," shinya shrugged his shoulders, winking at you.

"whatever, hatsuki," you sighed deeply.

as you and shinya got to the bottom of the mission, you discovered how this idiot can be pretty arrogant, blunt, and confident in his fighting, so much so that he nearly thrashed the building with his technique as you two faced the special grade curse and the other curses that were inside the abandoned building that had already morphed due to the curse's innate domain, and truth be told, he does turn red like you too in a way. his technique allowed him to defy gravity.

you two ended up arguing about it because you and shinya were never going to get the people out of here alive at this rate, and he kept getting in your way in some way. you already despised him and were about to complain to gojo about shinya when you were injured as a result of a miscalculation.

as you found the people who were trapped inside the building, you and shinya were playing offense and defense against the special grade curse. you were so intent on protecting the people, who were already nearly drained from the curse that had been feeding off their energy, that you were caught off guard, but to your surprise, shinya saved you right on cue before you could be harmed further.

you were already hurling and coughing blood as a sharp tendril pierced you while you shielded the people behind you with your red psionics.

"hatsuki.." you muttered in disbelief, your glowing red eyes widening as shinya arrived with the speed of a demon and immediately used his own technique to paralyze the curse by increasing its mass and density with his touch.

"idiot! think about your life too, will ya'?!" scolded shinya, sprinting towards you to help you in sitting up as you clutched the large gash inflicted on you, "shit, you're bleeding too.."

"i-i'm fine, hatsuki," you managed to speak, coughing up blood as you painfully clutched your open wound with your hands, "t-their lives are more important than mine."

"that's not fucking true! they're not even jujutsu sorcerers, and you're the one bleeding!" shinya exclaimed, grabbing your shoulder and pressing his hand against your wound.

"i said i'm fine.. it's okay hatsuki," you shook your head, twitching your fingers, using your red psionics to patch and sow yourself at a molecular level.

"y-you can do that?" shinya's eyes widened in amazement before he smirked, "hmph, you're just full of surprises, [name]."

your eyes widened next, "you called me [name]."

"don't sweat it," shinya said as he helped you get back on your feet, "we still have a curse to exorcise."

you sighed, only to yelp and stroke your forehead when he flicked his fingers across your forehead and bumped it with his palm, "hey! what the hell?!"

shinya muttered, clearing his throat, "i'm killing you if you die, [name]," as he patted your head, your eyes widened and a faint blush spread across your cheek.

"no one can get rid of me that easily, shinya," you eventually smirked as you patted his shoulder, "and besides, those people may not be jujutsu sorcerers, but that doesn't make their lives any less valuable when compared to ours."

shinya's hard gaze softened as he considered your words, and even more so when you addressed him by his first name rather than his surname, as he did to you.

as you two faced the special grade curse, your [color] eyes glowed red with power as a similar red glow surrounded his body, with his eyes turning red like yours as well. with both of your abilities combined, you two exorcised the curse, including the lower grade ones, and rescued the people and had them brought to a hospital.

it didn't take long for you to become acquainted with shinya after that. indeed, you two instantly clicked mission after mission. you also learned about his cursed technique, solemnity. his technique enables him to control gravity and create black holes that absorb everything.

you also discovered that, despite his cockiness and arrogance, this idiot had a soft side. even if you and shinya frequently argued because of your opposing beliefs and ideals in life, there was always this unspoken trust between the two of you that you and shinya are capable of leaving each other's life in the other's hands without a second thought or doubt.

and you didn't feel so lonely with shinya as your partner and best friend. you weren't just the strongest one by yourself, you now also shared that title with him. but he was still a bit of a jerk.

"oi, idiot, watch where you're going!" scoffed shinya, grabbing you by the back of your jacket as you nearly tripped upon entering the room.

"shut up!" you retorted, only to have shinya flick and bump your forehead with his fingers and palm, causing you to yelp with him laughing at your reaction, "hey!"

gojo was about to intervene in your and your best friend's bickering when shinya brushed your forehead with his hand, only to pat your head with you and him laughing together this time.

he felt a wave of déjà vu wash over him for a brief moment. gojo had witnessed a similar scene before. your current relationship with this special grade sorcerer brought back memories of him being second year here at jujutsu tech.

"satoru, how are [name] and shinya doing together?" yaga trotted towards gojo, standing right beside him as the two of you practiced your abilities against each other in the grounds after you and shinya returned from a mission.

"kikufuku's doing just fine with hatsuki," gojo explained, "their partnership had significantly improved, but those two still bicker from time to time. in fact, kikufuku's gotten closer with that.. that boy," gojo's cheeks puffed up after.

you and shinya almost always do everything together since then. shinya came over frequently at home because he doesn't have a family and dorm life at jujutsu tech can be pretty boring. you and shinya would eat food, watch shows, go on missions and late night talks and walks, look out for each other, fight each other, and repeat, and as gojo would have it, you were the sun and shinya was the moon.

but there was one thing: history repeats itself in such a clever disguise that we don't notice the resemblance until the damage is done. the tragedy comes first, followed by the fall.

as you faced shinya, who no longer resembled your best friend or partner, tears filled the brim of your glowing red eyes. you remembering his hair being always tied down but he had let it fall loose on his shoulders right now, as he faced you with red glowing eyes you recognize.

"shin.. please.. i'll fix this, we'll fix this.." your lips trembled as tears rolled down your face.

"fix this? then bring mahiru back for me, [name]," shinya's eyes hardened into a glare, his body now glowing red menacingly as your surroundings began to tremble and shake from his solemnity, "you're the scarlet witch, aren't you? if you truly are my friend, you'd do it. necromancy should be a piece of cake for you!"

you and shinya had been tasked with guarding and escorting mahiru. in fact, mahiru resembled an uncle or a father figure to him in some ways. he was, however, killed by the same non-jujutsu sorcerers who had previously attempted to harm you and steal your chaos magic.

you've always known about shinya's dislike for non-jujutsu sorcerers, but with everything that happened, his dislike turned into complete hatred, and he couldn't take it lightly any longer.

"that's not how it works, and i can't bring back someone whose soul has already left this world, shinya!" you exclaimed, fists clenched, shaking your head, "please just listen to me, shin! i promise i'll protect you from the higher-ups!"

"no, you listen to me fushiguro [name]!" raged shinya, "you and i both know that mahiru wouldn't have died if it hadn't been for those non-jujutsu sorcerers. those fucking monkeys killed him, and they were the same ones who tried to steal your powers. yet here you are, still insisting on saving and protecting everyone! of all people, you would choose to side with them!"

as a pin drop silence filled the icy cold atmosphere, the two of you stared at each other.

"you changed my life from the moment we met, fushiguro [name], and i'm grateful,"

shinya trotted towards you, just enough for him to cup your face in his larger hands, which were now cold and no longer warm to the touch as he spoke to you calmly this time.

"but i have already made up my mind."

as shinya caught your tear with his thumb, he pulled away from you and turned his back on you, as you stood there, frozen as a statue, struggling to lift your hands and use your chaos magic to stop him, but your heart and mind were in conflict, rendering you powerless.

"kill me if you have to, [nickname], i won't stop you; in fact, i want to see you try,"

shinya gave you one last look, smiling with his eyes closed, before his expression changed to something dreadful and grimmer. just like that, shinya had slipped through your fingers.

you returned to jujutsu tech, a complete mess as you made your way to your adoptive father, gojo. gojo rushed up to you, embracing you and frantically asking you questions as you sobbed, your emotions amplifying your chaos magic and causing a tremor to shake the entire area.

"kikufuku? kikufuku! what's the matter? hey, now, it's okay." gojo cupped your face, "[name]?"

"i couldn't stop shinya.. i-i just couldn't hurt him.." you said as you looked up at gojo, the whimpers and sniffles combined with your sad expression breaking his heart to pieces.

"i-i'm so sorry.. i know the higher-ups will b-blame me for not stopping him, b-but i really tried.. d-dad.." gojo's eyes widened as you continued to cry your heart and eyes out.

"kikufuku, it's okay.. shh.." gojo shook his head and hushed your crying as he drew you back into his embrace, rubbing shapes on your back and holding you tightly as he remembered the same heartbreak scene from his youth, "shh.."

"he was my best friend.."

you truly resembled your father in the end, not only as the strongest, but also by losing your best friend in the same way he did. he had seen this scene before, and he didn't like the ending.

[ author's notes ! one order of heartbreak coming right up !! tysm for requesting. tbh i found myself getting sad (and simping for shinya lmao) while writing this. also, the way i managed to create a character in a short span of time ??? just damn. i freaking surprised myself with that too. but yeah, anyway, i hope you liked it, anon ;) happy crying !! ]

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[stsgooo]

Love, Hate, Love.

✩࿐ summary: shoko reminisces.

warning(s): death, description of gore, angst, hurt no comfort, depression, bit of a character study(?), sad yuri. wc; 3.2k

pairing(s): ieiri shoko/fem!gojo!reader.

a/n: this is kinda messy, but i love shoko and wanted to write something for her so :3 excuse anything that just

SHOKO STARED DOWN AT THE BODY OF ITADORI YUJI AND SHE FELT AN ARRAY OF EMOTIONS.

Disdain. Anger. Frustration. Confusion. Exhaustion. Slight, slight sadness. Emptiness.

She didn’t know Itadori Yuji well. She had only met him for a few minutes when he was passed out and thrown onto one of the many medical bay beds by Gojo. Had patched up the rather small cuts and bruises, listened as the tall teacher described the King of Curses. Then sent him on his way.

Shoko hadn’t seen Itadori again until he was a corpse on her table.

It wasn’t that Shoko was sadden by this strange boy’s loss. Not entirely. She had no attachments or thoughts on the boy. Even when he had gotten everyone talking.

No, it was more about what Itadori Yuji represented in that moment.

Death was a common thing to happen within their world. Every day it was something new. Whether it be non-sorcerer, sorcerer, or a random animal, there was death to be following. Random at most, but there were few instances where it was intentional. Where the grapevine of gossip lead to something catastrophic. That it lead to the death of a young sorcerer with great potential.

Itadori hadn’t been the first to die. And he certainly wasn’t the last.

No. No, Shoko could recall her first vividly.

First, it had been Yomada Han in their first year. A third year that had been the last of his class. He’d run into a trouble, died messily. It’d been the first time she dissected a body. The first time she threw up over it too. It’d been the first time she had a cigarette too.

He’d been sent off to slaughter because of his hand in some clan mess. They thought it was justification enough for his murder death.

Dissecting and seeing death got a little easier from then. Shoko didn’t throw up anymore. She didn’t get angry or question why someone was on her slab. It was just what happened. She came to accept it.

The second had been… well, Gojo Y/N.

Shoko was still unclear on what exactly happened that day. She can just recall the dread and sickness that flushed over her when she saw her sprawled out on the cot. The way Gojo’s voice shook and pleaded with her— desperately trying to appease to Shoko’s good side as if she hadn’t wanted to save her. As if that’s the only thing Shoko wanted to do.

She’d seen a lot by then. Geto’s chest wide open, the insides of various students and curses, bloody limbs. But she had never seen something quite like that.

It was so surreal to have been speaking to someone a day before, smiling and laughing, sharing touches and secrets. Then have half of their brains scattered on your table the next.

Still and silent. The entire time she had been still and silent.

It was all so sickening.

Shoko hadn’t even been able to take a step towards her before she was throwing up the food she’d consumed in the last 24 hours. Tears flushing down her cheeks and bile rising in her throat. Brains trailed into the room and blood dripped from the end of the table onto the ground like a leaky faucet.

She was sick. She was sick. Shoko couldn’t stop being sick.

Then, she hadn’t been sure what to do as the white haired boy pleaded and cried. As his twin remained limp in his hold. Shoko had just watched with trembling lips, shaking hands pressed against her mouth.

She was dead before she was even found.

Shoko had concluded such during the autopsy. As she pushed tears away behind her protective goggles, cutting into her… her….(what? Her friend? Her friend.) As she cut into her friend’s bones and body. Gojo Y/N had been dead the moment the curse made contact and dealt the blow. The moment her skull cracked open and her brain turned to mush, she was gone.

At least, that’s what she reassured Gojo and Geto (and herself) with.

"They said it was a Grade Two," Gojo had said in a whisper, slumped in his seat, eyes uncharacteristically vacant as he stared at the ground. A hollowness that embraced them all was evident and clear. "They sent her with Nanami and Haibara because it was a Grade Two. So why are they both dead? Why is my sister dead? Why was it a fucking Local Deity? It was a Special Grade!"

Gojo had broken down then. A mess of rage full tears as he uttered on about how it was a mistake. One that costed his other half, since birth, to die. It was surreal to see the Strongest reduced to this. A bumbling mess. While he tried to piece together the puzzle of death. As he questioned the justification behind his sister’s death.

Shoko had wished she was afforded the same.

"Satoru," Geto had whispered, oddly blank and hollow himself. As he always had been back then. For a year he’d been a husk of who he once was. Body always tense, always frail and alert. Tired and withering. "You know how she is… was. She would’ve tried saving Haibara no matter the grade."

Haibara had been the third.

He held out longer than her. Given that she’d jumped in front of the curse to save him. Still, he’d been split in half. Nanami only retrieving his upper half with a pale face and hollow eyes. Still, he died.

What was the point of her dying if the one she saved died too?

Shoko wasn’t sure

And neither was Gojo.

"Yeah, and now there two dead sorcerers!" Gojo had shot from his chair. Fast enough that it bounced off the wall and made a horrible sound throughout the empty hallway. Shoko could recall the way she flinched back the moment she felt Gojo's technique fire up. A barrier between him and the people he cared about. An unrelenting and unchecked power that kept his rage contained. "W-Who even cares about Haibara—?"

"Satoru." Geto's tone had darkened considerably. His face shadowed under the flickering fluorescent lights. Any other time Shoko would've ran away. She would've made some comment about them being annoying trash, then stalk off with her in her shadow.

Not now. Not ever again.

Gojo's face crumbled, he grew desperate at Geto's call, "I... Why does it have to be her?" His eyes split to Shoko, narrowed and angry. "I thought you could do something."

Shoko, taken aback, had tensed. "Half of her brain—"

"You love her, right?" Gojo had continued, ruthlessly, "Right?"

A nod.

"Then you should've saved her!"

"Satoru!" Geto's hand wrapped around Gojo's arm, pulling him away. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm wrong?"

"Yes!"

"What the fuck do you know, Suguru?"

"What do I know? I know that you're..."

Their voices had faded away as Shoko stared endlessly at Gojo's previous spot. A well of tears collecting in her eyes as her hands buried deep within her pockets, clenched and shaking. Her technique was great, it was amazing. She'd done a lot even before she was 18.

So why couldn't she save her?

It stuck around with her for a long time. Well after Gojo had stomped off with tears flowing down his face. Well after Geto had conjured up the last bits of his fake kindness and apologized, tried to comfort Shoko. Well after she was alone in her dorm, holding onto the pieces of her that were suddenly all Shoko had left.

Death was sudden. It was the last curtain call. In their line of work, there was usually no time for goodbyes or last words. Much like this situation. It was inevitable and everyone would meet their making sooner or later— it was only a matter of when. It was better to accept you wouldn't get nice little bows in at the end of your life instead of constantly thinking about it.

Still, Shoko had wondered if there was a possibility she could've saved her. Wondered what she would've said in her last moments if she had the chance to say goodbye.

It was a bad downward spiral to commit herself to. Especially when she was alone in the dark, laying in her bed, staring endlessly at the ceiling above.

It was flat-out dangerous to wonder when she was wrist deep in her chest cavity.

Shoko was best for it. Allegedly. She was the best bet to tell them all exactly what happened to her technique and body as she died.

Originally, Shoko had been tempted to just write that Gojo Y/N lost her brain. What else was there to report? What else could her family possibly want to know?

But then bitter curiosity got the best of her. She needed to know everything. She didn't even care about what the Gojo's wanted to know. Shoko herself had to know if her soul— if the technique just... vanished.

She wasn't really sure what she expected when she stood over her in the morgue. How she would possibly cut her open and scoop out her organs as if she hadn't been speaking to her two days ago. Had been engaged in conversations. Blushing when their hands brushed against one another. As if she hadn't—

"Shoko, what do you want while we're gone?" She had stopped by before they were to be sent off, lightly sprinkled white H/C hair. Expression light, but serious, as it usually was. "Treats, shirt, another body for you to pick around in? Ew, by the way."

Usually, a girl wouldn't think anything of it. But Shoko, elbow deep within a curse, blushed like she was an elementary girl. "Sorry"

She leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smile small yet tender, "So? What does sweet, sweet Shoko-chan want as a souvenir?"

Shoko always had a hard time believing Y/N was a Gojo. Especially the same product line of Gojo Satoru, who was just... the opposite of her. This girl was intelligent and kind, beautiful and timid. Self-aware, selfless, and She wasn't anything like the boy she shared the womb with, or birthday, or name. A twin. Same blood, same name, everything them. But so distinctly different.

"I'm not really interested in anything." Shoko had replied with a tilt of her lips and a shrug of her shoulders, pulling away from the curse corpse to face her fully.

Y/N's eyebrows raised, "Really? You're not interested in a single thing?"

"Not really," She walked closer, "What did the others get?"

"Oh, uh, I'm not entirely sure—"

"Gojo-senpai!" Haibara had barreled around the corner, loud and grinning, his hair flopping as he bounced around. "Geto-senpai would like something sweet for himself and your brother!"

She had released a bitter sound, fond and amused, but bitter all the same, "Of course he'd be thinking about Satoru." She turned back to Shoko with a small tilt of her lips. "You sure you don't want anything, Shoko?"

Shoko wondered if things would be different if she said anything else than what she had. If she asked for some ridiculous sweet or a stupid shirt, would things have ended differently? If she kept her around for a little longer, would someone realize the misclassification of the curse? Could Shoko have done something?

Who knows. All she said was, "Just come back. That's enough for me."

Her face had scrunched up, a light laugh leaving her as she turned, waving a hand, "Just for you, Shoko! See you around."

It wasn't anything special. Her goodbye had been a teasing promise. A nonchalant wave. Nothing special. Another day. It wasn't anything special.

So why did it have to be the last?

The autopsy ended abruptly. As Shoko held onto a trash bin, sobbing and throwing up the little food she had in the past two days, Yaga put it in the hands of someone much older. Much more detatched.

Gojo Y/N had died almost instantly. Before she could even activate her technique.

That sparked up a chatter at her funeral.

If the affair wasn't sickening and horribly in the first place, the conversation that took place most certainly was.

The people that attended outside of Shoko and Geto where just some old clan members either from the "Big Three" or some lowly ones. They all kind of just loitered around as they ate food and conversated. Nothing exciting, nothing entirely too telling of their grief either.

She couldn't ever recall Gojo or Y/N talking much about the other clans. If only to drag them through the mud, express their great distaste, or general displeasure. Shoko just knew that an occasion like this, filled with old people and terribly traditional things, was something that the girl nor her brother wanted. She knew that they all like the Gojo's about as much as the Gojo's liked them. Which was not very much.

It was only as Shoko was using the bathroom that she overheard what they truly thought.

"I heard that she didn't even have the time to activate her technique before it killed her."

"It's not like her technique would've done much against a Special Grade anyway. The Six Eyes got all the potential. If anything, that boy that got killed alongside her had more skill."

"I thought she had some type of power?"

"That's just a lie the family put out to calm their egos. They gave birth to the Six Eyes while giving birth to a useless girl right after."

"Poor thing."

"I wouldn't worry. The girl was a bit airheaded, she probably didn't even know she was boring."

It took everything in Shoko not to snap. To not ruin their gossip with her petulant cries of anger. It was just wrong. What they thought of her. There's never been something so wrong.

Y/n was different and amazing, magnificent and interesting. She was strong in ways that Gojo wasn't. She could hold her own. She was intelligent on things outside of jujutsu just as much as she was in things regarding jujutsu. Shoko wasn't sure where they got their information but it was wrong. It'd always been wrong.

Seven days later, Geto killed an entire village.

Thought about her and Haibara the whole time. The mountain of bodies that came with being a sorcerer. Killed 112 people just because he was angry and sad. At least, that's what Geto had said to her.

Shoko wished she could've destroy a whole village in her grief.

Those are all the things Shoko thought as she slips on her gloves, glancing back at where Gojo and Ijichi were standing in the corner.

"Hey, you guys, I'm gonna get started," Shoko says flatly, with her usual detachment. It'd been years since she felt uncomfortable or disgusted with this job. Just a normal routine now. "You gonna just sit there and watch?"

She snaps her glove into place at the same time Ijichi's face visibly pales and his jaw drops, Gojo's own face screwing up into something akin to shock. She was about to ask what was wrong, but—

"Whoa! Full frontal!"

Shoko whirls around to look at Itadori Yuji who looks, shockingly, fine.

Well, Shoko's never had someone come back to life in her morgue before. (No matter how much she's begged.)

She tugs down her mask, staring at the boy with disappointment, "Well, this is too bad."

Itadori blinks, a faint blush on his cheeks, "Um... who are you?"

"Yuji!" Gojo stands, a beaming grin on his lips as he walks forward, hand extended. "Welcome back!"

The teen lets out a loud laugh, clapping his hand against his teacher's for a loud slap that almost makes Shoko wince.

"I'm back!" Itadori cheers, smiling back.

"You sure are!" Gojo then tucks his hands into his jacket, turning around to face Shoko and Ijichi. "Hey, can I speak to you outside for a minute? Ijichi, get Yuji something to change into."

"O-Of course, Gojo-san!"

Shoko doesn't even dignify Gojo a response, lazily making her way out of the room with bored eyes. There went an afternoon of digging through Sukuna's vessel's organs and finding out what made him so different from the others. What allowed him to inhabit the King of Curses while so many others had died trying. It would make for perfect research. Fun and interesting.

But the kid just had to wake up. From death.

(She tired to ignore how many times she'd imagined her waking up on her table too.)

"Ugh, now I have to go back and change the report." Shoko utters bitterly once the two adults are outside.

"No, leave it as is." Shoko snaps her eyes to Gojo, who keeps his carefree smile on his face. "Before he's targeted again, I'd like to at least give Yuji some basic training. Please leave him listed as deceased in the report."

Shoko frowns, tucking her hands into her pockets, "Then Yuji will have to go into hiding for good."

"Nah, I'll have him ready in time for the Goodwill Event."

The Goodwill Event. Now, that was something she wasn't entirely concerned with. Something she didn't think Gojo was either.

"Why?" Shoko utters.

"Easy. I refuse to keep that kid from losing the best years of his life. Not just him, but everyone."

The way he says it is tender and true. Said with his heart and his soul. Despite how childish Gojo has always been, he's been terribly aware of when kids should be kids. Something he'd been keenly aware of when he was a kid himself.

Gojo suddenly tilts his head, smile distant and incredibly sad, "Not to mention... he kind of reminds me of Y/N, y'know?"

Shoko's steps falter. They've never really engaged in a conversation about her before. Never really a chance or reason to. Shoko figured they always had their own thoughts and opinions about what happened. Their own grief pushed down to be ignored. Never addressed.

But he—

"Bit of an airhead, but he means well. Smart when it calls for it. Wants to do the right thing no matter if it's his life on the line." Gojo stops a few feet ahead of Shoko, back stiff and, unfortunately, unreadable to her. "I wonder what she'd think of all this."

Shoko draws in a breath, inching closer to lean on the railing overlooking the courtyard. "She'd be disgusted to learn you're a teacher."

"Disgusted?" Gojo repeats with a pout. Shoko just knows that his eyes are narrowed behind his blindfold. "And she wouldn't judge you for cheating your way through med school?"

"She would, but I wouldn't care." Shoko rolls her eyes.

Gojo presses his lips together, leaning on the railing next to her, "I don't think I would either... as long as she was here."

Shoko tenses and her eyes grow distant as she watches leaves twirl and fall in the distance. Her ears begin to ring and she thinks, for one single moment, that Gojo is right. If she just had her right next to her. Breathing, talking— living. Then Shoko might be one of the happiest people alive. She wouldn't care about any of this. She wouldn't worry about anyone leaving or dying. She would just—

What was the point of think about something not possible?

11 years. They needed to let go already.

"I'll make sure Itadori is, in all the official ways, dead." Shoko pushes away from the railing and begins to make her way back to her office (ignoring the soft snort Gojo gave). "Make sure he doesn't die again before you can train him."

"I'll do my absolute best."

11 years. What's a few more minutes with her memory.

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Our perfect Addition | Platonic Yandere Mei Mei and Ui Ui

When you were recruited into Jujutsu Tech, you could not settle in. Given an ultimatum about joining or your family suffering from unknown consequences. It doesn’t give you an all too positive relationship with the school. Often having to be reminded of your life and family’s lives on the line. You're eventually placed in the first year's class under the supposed strongest Gojo Satoru. Not that it mattered to you. 

“OKAY! This is your new classmate! Introduce yourself, newbie.”

“Nice to meet you all.”

“So so (Y/n)-chan! Tell us something about yourself!”

“I didn’t want to enroll but was forced to. Otherwise, my family will be-”

He slaps a hand on your mouth and then pushes you toward the trio. 

“Awesome introduction! Welcome to the team!”

Despite your disgruntled disposition you tend to hold your own quite well. Able to come out mostly unscathed thanks to your technique. Speaking of your technique one of its functions allows attacks against you to become diamonds and minerals that you can maneuver throughout the battle. When you’re not using them to fight, you aren’t afraid to fashion them into jewelry or, after meeting Maki, weapons. Needless to say, it’s helpful when it comes to anyone you’re fighting against cursed users or curses themselves.

Which is perfect for defending your friend in the Kyoto School Exchange. Their attacks both physical and cursed are thwarted by your own until the violent interruption. Before then though the professors watched with anticipation.

“Gojo Satoru, how much for the gem maker?”

The Kyoto School Exchange is where she sees you in action. She’s heard the whispers that Gojo’s been given a treasure-making curse-user for a student. She doubts it's as weird as they speak of but someone so money-driven is bound to be curious. 

The crow that returns from the forest is clutching a nugget of gold. Mei Mei gets it appraised and true enough it is a bonafide mineral. One selected among others you carry away or leave behind from your violent battle with the intruders.

“Not for sale.”

Gojo’s warning is ignored as Mei Mei is constantly sending crows to follow. She watches how you pay for your family’s expenses and spend time with them when you’re not scheduled for a mission. She notes how big you smile when they greet you and how hard you laugh. She finds it endearing. 

So endearing she devotes more of her energy to watching you do anything and everything. Where you go with your friends, where you eat, how you sleep. If it weren’t for Gojo she’d have a more concrete copy of your schedule by now but having the general ideas of your life is a good start.

“Nee-Sama! Don’t you want me by your side?”

“ I need you to watch someone for me.”

“Only for you, Nee-Sama!”

She kicks herself for asking Gojo about you. Since then he’s been hard-pressed to keep you far from her as you go on different missions. He’s strong but he can’t control everything. Sooner than he can threaten the council, Ui Ui is assigned to accompany you as you take on a grade 2 curse. 

“Uhm hope we can work together well, Ui Ui.”

“Hmph! I’m not going to speak to you, money bag.”

He quite obviously was jealous of his sister’s interest in you. Constantly degrading you or insulting you as you both learn how to work together and handle the curse. Despite his prickly beginnings with you, he finds himself in awe of you…

“Ui Ui! Teleport me onto the debris it consumes. I don’t care which one just do it.”

“But if you do that your gems won’t be able to manage your fall!”

“Don’t worry about it! Just do it.”

From what he’s heard from his sister you were forced into this. Unable to choose this life you’re still so willing to put yourself at risk. With the way the battle had been going, you could easily abandon the mission claiming it was too advanced. But you stayed and devoted your limited gems to protecting him.

With a pout and a blush, he found himself accepting the hug you gave him in achieving your victory. He cheekily praises you on the plan you came up with, still insulting you enough to keep you from noticing.

“You’re not nearly as powerful as my beloved Nee-Sama! She would have handled this in minutes.”

“Didn’t you say she was a special-grade sorcerer?”

“Yes…and by that standard we were decent.”

“Yeah, 30 minutes is pretty good.”

“Your standards need to be raised–” “Hey!” “-I think it’s important we keep contact for when that day comes.”

“Is this you’re roundabout way to ask for my number so we can hang out?”

“Think what you want! My Nee-Sama is the only one I bother planning to meet…I’ll text you.”

He’s lucky you don’t have a technique like Mei Mei’s otherwise you’d tease him to no end about how he kicks his feet when he texts you. With a blush and a chuckle, he’ll happily let his sister come in close as they watch your snap stories or a video you took.

“They seem perfect for us Nee-sama.”

“I agree. Now all that’s left is to take them for ourselves. Now to get past the famous Gojo Satoru.”

“You could beat him. Nee-Sama!”

“Hmmm, if only.”

The Shibuya incident couldn’t come any sooner. Having been paired up with Nobara, the siblings are all too keen on your proximity to them. When you casually respond to a text Ui Ui sends at the beginning of the mission, you couldn’t possibly be aware of the gears turning in their heads.

“Ara Yuji-kun, the gem user is also training to be a special grade, correct?”

“Uh yes, they were sayin’ something about retiring.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t respond so casually at Nee-Sama!”

Mei Mei is quick to take advantage when Gojo is sent in to fight. Far too focused on his battle she can devote a crow or two to follow your progress and intervening at close calls. Her plan is only to watch you, it is an unexpected advantage that the sorcerer that’s been guarding you so closely is sealed. 

“Eh? Gojo’s been sealed? What an interesting turn of events…he still owes me.”

After surviving the run-in with Kenjaku, she has no intentions of staying in Shibuya. She needed to change her currency after all. Before she leaves, she makes a point not to leave her gem, swiping you up before you can register. 

“W-what just���”, you call out as you look at your new environment. No longer in the heat of battle, you look amazed at the lush and luxurious hotel room. High above a glowing city, this wasn’t Shibuya…it didn’t even look like Japan.

“(Y/n)!”

Ui Ui hugs you tightly, beginning to worryly obsess over your wounds. When the crow imbued with his technique landed on you mid-fight, you were on the cusp of being greatly injured. A few scars, a broken rib, and muscles that’ll make your body ache for days are what you got away with. You considered yourself better off than some of the seniors you were fighting alongside.

“I have to go back! They need me!”

You struggle against Ui Ui’s tight grip, who took advantage of your injury to hold you still, you can’t properly detach yourself. Mei Mei pays no mind to your determined snarl, not even looking in your direction as she hurriedly types on her computer.

“Gojo Satoru’s been sealed.”

“I know that!”

“Do you though? Your family was promised to be protected as long as you stay in Jujutsu Tech.”

You think for a moment. You deflated, “Gojo….”

Finished typing she comes to your side, not minding her brother as she cradles your head to her chest, “With Gojo no longer around do you think they’d bother to keep them around?”

You floundered,“I- don’t- I–” 

Ui Ui hugs you tight, bringing your attention back to him as he looks up at you. 

“We are your family now.”

“What?!”

Mei Mei’s hands held your chin turning your face towards hers. Her hair was down and she was wearing a hotel’s robe. With a bandaid on her right cheek and the deep red of her lipstick. The look on her face was unreadable, her eyes looked too gleeful in comparison to yours.

“(Y/n), your family is being housed by some friends of mine.”

“But they didn’t tell me they moved.”

She chuckled, “Of course, they haven’t I wouldn’t allow them to.”

When you looked at her suspiciously, she squeezed your cheeks.

“For their safety, of course. I care for those I invest in.”

She let her other hand pet Ui Ui’s head. He blushed intensely muffling a ‘Nee-Sama’ into your clothes. You felt your lip curl in disgust.

“So you want me for the gems I make right?”

She smiled to herself, before beginning to unbutton your school uniform. Ui Ui readjusted his hug, forcing your arms to your sides as Mei Mei undid all your buttons. 

“I might have also decided you were just as valuable as your technique.”

You scoffed, “Yeah I doubt that.”

She laughed at you. “Think what you like but I’m sure your…family would love to hear from you.”

She held a burner phone out to you. It was opened to a contact profile with a group picture of your family. Wriggling your arm out of Ui Ui you reached to snatch it away only for her to easily hold it further away from you. 

“It’d be a shame if I changed my mind about funding their protection. Stay in my care from now on.”

“What are you getting at–”

The phone began to ring. You frantically reached for it, willing to endure Ui Ui’s grip and graze the edge of the phone.

“Promise me, (Y/n).”

“I-I promise! Please!” 

With a nod, the arms holding you released, letting you stumble and wince as you answer the call. With your back to the two of them, they smiled at one another gazing at the uniform shirt that easily slipped off in your struggle for the phone. Mei Mei holds the cloth in her hands caressing the jeweled buttons, she knows you custom-made. 

“Ui Ui.”

“Yes Nee-Sama?” 

“Wash their uniform and give them the change of clothes we brought for them.”

“Of course Nee-Sama!”

She starts to make her way back to the computer, resuming her business with those on the other line. Turning her head over her shoulder she watched the way you fiddled with the plants in the hotel room while chatting excitedly on the phone. She smiled as she watched her brother eye the shirt with a deep blush.

“Oh, Ui Ui.”

“Yes, Nee-Sama?”

“Be sure to breathe in with both your nose and mouth. It’s less likely you’ll pass out that way.”

“Thank you Nee-Sama.”

Looking out at the city Mei Mei felt triumphant. She finally had her gem and with the world ending, it was the perfect time.

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[thecuriousquest]

My Daughter, My Little Girl

Platonic Yandere Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug @palesweetscherryblossom

Warnings: Platonic yandere, NSFW (spanking punishment), non-consensual spanking, spanking of a teenager, bare bottom spanking, Gojo is trying so hard to adopt you, injured reader from fighting, reader’s parents died, Gojo is a patronizing asshole

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Satoru Gojo drags you all the way back to the high school and into the classroom by your upper arm. You limp awkwardly due to your injured leg and foot, trailing slightly behind him. Keeping up with his wide gait is proving to be tough for you. He’s extremely displeased with you, but what did he expect? He never allows you to go on missions, and you’ve been at this fucking school for six months now!

He lets go of you once he closes the shoji door. It slides shut, and he whirls on you with covered eyes. His mouth is set in a firm line, his usual smile replaced with one of pure condescension.

“Look at you, almost shredded to the bone.” He grabs you by the jaw, squeezing your cheeks as they puff around his fingertips. “What was a little girl like you thinking you could do against a grade two curse? You went out on a mission you weren’t approved for, risked your life, got all nice and banged up. Albeit, I never intended to approve of you going on any missions. That’s not the reason why I brought you here.”

You furrow your browns, not understanding what he’s talking about. “What? Why did you bring me here if you don’t plan on letting me go on missions?”

“Well, you see, you have potential. No, not as a sorcerer. You’re far too weak for that life. You have potential for something else: a special place in my life…wait for it — as my daughter! Yay!”

A few beats of silence go by where you simply look at him with fear and anger.

“You don’t seem too excited. Don’t worry. Once we get your punishment over with, I’m sure we can find some way to bond. Get to know each other a little. What do you say?” He pokes you in the ribs.

“I’m not your daughter, and I never will be!”

“Aw, you’re breaking your old man’s heart here. Well, either way, your ass still has a date with my hand, so why don’t you go on and hobble up to the desk over there?”

Limping past him, you shudder a deep sigh as you look at the hard surface that you’re meant to bend over. He can’t seriously do this to you. It has to go against some kind of school regulation.

When you arrive, you give him an unsure look.

“You can bend over now you know?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re an asshole?”

“Hmmm, not that I can recall, but keep on talking like that to your Papa, and I’ll have to stick a bar of soap in your mouth. Wouldn’t want that, right? I’d suggest keeping the curses to a minimum and just trying to behave.”

You’re so angry that you grab your hair and stomp your uninjured foot. “You’re not my Papa! Stop it!”

“Oh-ho-ho, getting a little pouty now are we? Someone’s gonna need a nap after this.”

Gojo instantly appears right behind you, pushing you down onto the desk. Your hips bump against the edges uncomfortably, and you hate how easy this was for him.

You try to take it stoically, biting the inside of your cheek as his heavy hand mercilessly scorches your backside. You feel like you might burst into tiny pieces if you don’t scream, but you hold that feeling in, shoving it down to the very bottom of your being.

“Hm, must not be doing it hard enough,” he says behind you.

Your eyes grow wide, and you turn to look over your shoulder at him. Not hard enough? No, no, he’s spanking you so hard to begin with!

Lifting your skirt to reveal your black, sheer tights, his palm cracks down like lightning, and this time, oh, this time you can’t help but howl.

“Are you even allowed to do this, Sensei?!”

“Uh, obviously, I can do whatever I want.”

Still cracking jokes.

You clench your fists with fury. “Oh, you’re just the worst!”

“You know-“ he lands a particularly hefty blow to your right thigh, “you never were that great with insults.”

“Fuck you, damnit!”

He stops spanking you and simply cages you with his hands on both sides of your waist. He leans in against the shell of your ear, scolding you. “Hey now, this is a high school to learn about how to defeat curses, not a place to throw them around in.”

You scream into your folded arms when he takes the final steps in lowering your tights and panties. You try to reach back to block him from doing so, but all he does is swat your hand away.

“Settle down, we still have a while to go.”

Shaking your head, you sob at him. “No! I don’t want anymore!”

“How about this: if you say ‘I’m sorry, Daddy’, then I’ll stop. Deal?”

No. Absolutely not. No way in fucking hell!

“Get bent, old man…”

You’re not sure why THAT came out of your mouth, but you’re pretty sure it was the wrong thing to say because Gojo immediately starts targeting the most sensitive part of your bottom and thighs.

“Why do you even want me to be your daughter?!”

Satoru’s hand never pauses as he answers, “Because you’re just such a little bat shit crazy cutie, and it’s obvious that you need a dad in your life. I wouldn’t want anyone else taking that role.”

It’s getting to a rough point where you don’t think you can take this much longer. The words to end this punishment are tempting to say, right on the tip of your tongue as tears cascade down your scarlet cheeks. Should you just relent and say them? You might not even have to mean them. You could just say it to end this fucking stupid spanking.

Fuck, Sensei is such a damn asshole!

But you can’t. You can’t do it. You feel it would be so disrespectful to your papa’s memory, the one who died when you were twelve. He was a great papa, and your mama was the best too. You had such great parents, but they’re gone, and now your sensei is trying to take your father’s place.

It strikes your heart, and it makes you cry even harder. Your shoulders shake as you wail and howl into the desk. No, no, no!

You don’t want to say it. You don’t want to.

But the absolute burn in your hide is too much.

It would be disrespectful to your papa’s memory!

Satoru’s hand is coming down even harder against your raw skin.

And then he does something absolutely wicked. Sensei drags the tips of his nails lightly over your well-punished flesh.

Your eyes widen as you yelp from the sensation. It feels like everything, down to the last nerve, has been amplified.

One more smack, two more, three more. It’s all raw, and the burn is deeper and more lively now than it was before.

You clench your nails into your palms and wail, “I’m sorry, Daddy!”

His hand suddenly stops. “I didn’t quite catch that. Wanna repeat it?”

Oh, the smug asshole!

You gulp down breaths and sobs, you try to wait until your throat is clear. “I…I’m sorry…Daddy…”

Fuck, you didn’t know you could blush any harder than before.

“Awww, it’s okay, sweetie. Daddy forgives you.” He helps you up off the desk and holds you in his long arms. “You just cry it all out. Go on. That’s a good girl.”

As you stand there, your skirt falls back into place. However, your tights and underwear remain at mid thigh.

You hate how patronizing he’s being. Condescension drips from his tongue like venom, and you want to punch him in the dick.

But the comfort’s nice, and at least he’s not inflicting pain on you anymore.

“How about you go take that nap now, hm? How does that sound?”

You nod in response. Anything to get away from him right now.

But he doesn’t let you off that easily. No, he pats the seat of your skirt as a warning.

“Yes, Daddy. It sounds good.”

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[aerahyasashi]

IDIOSYNCRASIES CHAPTER FOUR AND FIVE

Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo's Sister! Reader

Sypnosis: Where suguru geto founds himself deeply enamored with satoru's non-sorcerer sister to the point of obsession.

Note: This is a fanfic and i originally posted this on quotev. I'm still learning on how to use tumblr so the aesthetic might be a lil shitty. Also, i posted both chapter five and four in one chapter because I'm too lazy to make them separately. Also, pls support me on quotev and wattpad ! (yes, I'm a certified attention whore)

TW: Confusing bullshit, Foul language, Manipulation, Gojo tolerating murder, Gojo being a siscon.

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter six and seven

•───癖好───•

SATORU GLANCED AT HIS wristwatch, feeling a surge of annoyance coursing through him as he realized that [Name] had yet to emerge. A solid half-hour had elapsed, and yet there was no sign of her.

'Where the hell is that girl?'

The facade of a smile that he had worn and the insincere greetings he had offered to unfamiliar faces had drained him. He then decided to just go in [Name]'s room, ignoring the people who tried to strike a conversation with him and ignoring his family's scoldings.

As he ventured towards the area where her room resides in, a deep sigh escaped Satoru's lips. Unlike the neighboring rooms, which were conveniently located, her dwelling offered seclusion and distance from others.

As he neared the hallway that led to her quarters, a subtle scent of blood infiltrated his nostrils, causing his brows to furrow instinctively. Perhaps she was experiencing her menstrual cycle?? and maybe she neglected to clean up?? but this particular aroma was distinct from the smell of the metallic and coppery tinge associated with menstrual blood though.

(Don't ask him why he knows how period blood smells)

Though, why,? why did he detect the unmistakable scent of blood in this vicinity? With a sense of trepidation, Satoru moved closer to her door, and the repugnant odor grew exponentially more potent.

"[Name]?" he called out, hearing some faint sound of hitting something.

"The main event's gonna start in an hour, hurry up f'me, 'kay? I'm tired of meetin' and greetin' those shitty people" satoru said bluntly and loudly but he didn't receive any response.

His brows slightly furrowed.

"[Name]?" he called out again.

But like before, she didn't respond. This wasn't like [Name] and satoru was getting worried.

Forgoing the traditional courtesy of knocking, he forcefully swung open the door, and his blue eyes widened at the horrifying sight that awaited him; blood splatters adorned the walls and coated the floor.

What. The. Fuck. ​​​​​

Satoru was flabbergasted.

[Name]'s dress were messy, her hair was dishevelled and she was covered in blood from head to toe as she relentlessly punched the lifeless body in front of her. The intense force of her blows had caused her knuckles to appear disfigured, as if the skin had melted away. The Phalangeal bones were now exposed, glistening with a mixture of her own blood and that of her father's. (Though, satoru still doesn't know who the corpse was)

Drops of sweat mingled with the crimson liquid as they trickled down her trembling figure. Satoru, observing the scene, was shocked by the sight of his sister wearing such a deranged expression, consumed by an overwhelming wave of fury.

"[Name].." he whispered.

This individual before Satoru did not resemble his younger sister in any way. Instead, this woman appeared to be completely deranged. However, there was no denying the fact that she was indeed his little sister. She had clearly reached her breaking point. Satoru was not accustomed to this behavior. She was always calm. So laid back and rarely gives a fuck... but now... She looked to be in rage.

Finally, satoru snapped out of his dumbfounded state.

"[Name], stop it, brother's here now, no need to be violent,"

Satoru quickly rushed towards her, immediately pulling her by the waist, and away from the lifeless body of their father.

"Calm down, [Name], your satoru is here..." he breathed out as he tightened his grip on her and buried his head on her shoulders.

However, [Name] struggled fiercely in his grip, kicking and thrashing about in a wild manner, [Name] doesn't even care that she was hurting satoru and was dedicated in solely destroying that abomination of a father.

"Let me go. I'll kill him. I swear, I'll kill him!!" She clenched her jaw.

Ah, so the corpse was a man then. Satoru noted, trying to keep calm. He can hear that her words were filled with such madness that it was as if she had completely lost her sanity.

"Fuck off, Gojo Satoru. You know nothing. I'm gonna fucking kill him." [Name] stated coldly and satoru winced when she called him by her full name.

"Look, [Name], he's already dead, so stop fucking around and calm the fuck down." satoru retorted.

"Fuck off, Satoru. Let me go. I am going to murder him."

She continued to flail around pathetically, and unfortunately for satoru, limitless isn't working because he was Technically holding her, thus, meaning that she could punch him.

"That hurts."

he said as he had endured a painful punch to his jaw. In that moment, he could even see the movement of her bones within her hand, for her flesh on her hands had almost melted away from her relentless punching of the corpse.

"Calm the fuck down-" Satoru tried to say but [Name] elbowed him in the gut, making him grunt.

"Damn it, Snap out of it, lady!" Satoru finally snapped, hugging [Name] more tightly and forcibly pulling her away from inflicting further harm upon the lifeless body.

"Shut the fuck up [Name], stop moving!"

The corpse lay before them, drenched in blood, its face barely recognizable, with only raw flesh remaining in place of skin.

"Who the hell even is that?" he grumbled, trying to regain his composure.

"I'll kill him, I'll kill him..." she repeated persistently, her eyes now welled up with tears as they streamed down her face. Satoru buried his face into the nape of her neck, even though it had many blood but he attempted to console her.

"He's already dead, calm down," Satoru reassured her, not giving any importance to the deceased person. [Name] stiffened and satoru continued.

"He's dead already girl, look." he urged her to look at the corpse.

"Dead as hell, look at him sis, disfigured and everythin', and you're the one who did it,"

By the way satoru was speaking, it was obvious that he was somewhat amazed that his sister had managed to take someone's life.

"See? He's not moving at all, you already killed him, pretty girl." satoru said and he couldn't help but acknowledge that her methods may have been excessively brutal. Nonetheless, it was clear that the person had done something to provoke her reaction, as [Name] wouldn't have snapped without any reason. She was always calm, patient and laid back after all and she was mostly apathetic. But... Something probably caused her to snap.

This was precisely why Satoru intervened-to prevent her from descending into madness. He doesn't care that [Name] killed a person. If she was on the right state right now then he wouldn't have interfered and let him murder the shit out of that man. But no, she was on a delusional state. And was obviously relying on instincts right now.

"See, beautiful?" Satoru gently coaxed and [Name] nodded.

"You should calm down"

"He is already dead, he is dead, you know, dead like the protagonist of your favorite book..." he repeated gently, observing how she gradually ceased her violent struggles within his grip.

Even though her punch had caused him pain, he knew that her current state of mind was not in the right place. She was likely still trapped within her delusional state.

"He's dead now," Satoru reiterated once again, taking a moment to wipe away her tears and some of the blood staining her face. "So calm down f'me, 'kay?" he murmurs.

"Take a deep breath, [Name]," Satoru said, placing a hand on her blood-smudged cheek and tenderly stroking it, not caring that his hand was getting smeared with blood.

"That's it... sweetie... breathe," he requested softly, noticing that she was slowly starting to calm down.

"Inhale and exhale..."

Satoru's gaze shifted towards [Name], noticing a gradual reduction in her distress. "mmm, yeah, just like that. Breathe, imouto..."

In an attempt to establish a closer connection, he gently tilted her head, bringing their faces level with one another.

"You've been through some things ain't you?"

As he observed her tear-stained face, he couldn't help but notice the blood that had splattered across her body, some of which had also tainted his formal suit.

"Yes..." she replied, panting heavily.

[Name], seeking solace, enveloped Satoru in an embrace, burying her head in the safety of his chest, her breath gradually returning to a more steady rhythm.

"Been through a lot of bullshit."

Her hand involuntarily twitched, a consequence of the excruciating pain caused by the melted skin on her knuckles.

'All because you are late.' She added mentally as her jaw locked.

Trying to make sense of the distressing scene, Satoru's eyes gravitated towards the disfigured and unrecognizable remains of their father, which lay discarded in a corner of [Name]'s room. The overpowering stench of blood permeated the air, rendering it nearly impossible to ignore and evoking feelings of repulsion.

"What happened, darlin'?" he questioned.

[Name] scoffed dismissively as she started recounting her traumatic experience to Satoru. Her words flowed out without any hint of emotion, as if she was reciting a script.

"I killed him," she stated matter-of-factly, her voice devoid of any remorse.

"I gouged his eyes out, stabbed him in the eye with a hairpin, and Attacked him with a chair and my fists." [Name]'s eyes lacked any spark, resembling the lifeless gaze of a doll.

"Brutal," he murmurs, feeling proud of [Name] for being able to do such things without even having a cursed energy.

"It started when i was preparing for the party," she added

"Then Otou-sama entered my room," she muttered

Satoru's eye twitched as his expression turned into a mix of confusion and anger. He whispered in disbelief, questioning,

"That's the geezer?" He gazed at the lifeless body and then at [Name].

"He touched me, Satoru." she mumbled, her once vibrant [E/c] eyes now clouded with desolation. Satoru felt a chill run down his spine as his ocean blue eyes widened and a visible vein appeared on his forehead. Attempting to comprehend the gravity of the situation, his face darkened, and an icy aura enveloped the room. A pulsating vein throbbed on Satoru's neck as he tightened his hold on his sister.

"He touched you..." satoru repeated.

[Name] nodded.

"He tried to rape me, Satoru," she confessed, raising her head slightly to meet his gaze, which remained silent and motionless. Satoru's immobility was hauntingly unsettling given the circumstances. He was scarily stagnant.

"He said that it was my fault, and that i was begging for it and i was showing myself off like some whore," she shared, her gaze now averted.

"Surely, it is only natural for me to defend myself, right? right? right, Satoru?" [Name] pleaded, her eyes silently begging for understanding and validation. Sighing softly, Satoru gently removed [Name]'s hand from his body, grasping it delicately in his own.

"Yes...he deserved it," Satoru murmured softly, not daring to break eye contact with her.

"Look at what happened to your beautiful hands, they are now scarred...you should have allowed me to take care of it," he expressed, a subtle sense of pride concealed beneath his words. He embraced [Name]'s act of parricide, seeing it as a testament to her strength and ability to protect herself. However, his worry for her well-being persisted.

As Satoru surveyed the sight of exposed bones and blood on [Name]'s fingers, he repeated his conviction.

"He deserved it," he reinforced,

"He deserved it." Repeating this assertion, Satoru cupped [Name]'s face tenderly, emphasizing that the deceased had deliberately presented himself as an object of scorn and derision.

"He showed himself off to you like he was some training dummy, ready to be pummeled," he said.

"And obviously, you couldn't resist it. What on earth was he even wearing?" he inquired, a slight laughter escaping his lips.

"Either way,"

"He was definitely asking for it."

Caressing his sister's face gently, satoru let out a small sigh as he looked at [Name]. Blood stains were present on his fingers, and his clothing absorbed the liquid that had come into contact with him when he was hugging his sister. The fabric greedily absorbed the blood, resembling a parched leech desperately craving sustenance and drawing it in.

"Let's clean up this mess before anyone lays their pesky eyes on it, yeah?" stated Satoru, his face twisted in a mixture of revulsion and disdain as he glanced at the lifeless body. This repugnant individual and pathetic excuse of a father harbored the audacity to covet his own daughter, thus deserving the fate that befell him. Satoru's seething anger extended to their abusive father, whom he yearned to subject to torturous punishment for his heinous actions.

"Let's keep this a secret, i'm proud of you, [Name]."

[Name] remained silent for a moment, agreeing with a nod that they should clean up the mess. However, [Name] looked at Satoru with a puzzled expression, her face devoid of any emotion.

"You don't care at all"

[Name] blurted out randomly, causing Satoru to raise an eyebrow in surprise. "What?"

"You don't care at all."

[Name] bit her lip.

"No, i do care for you." Satoru asserted, his warm breath caressing her cheek, causing a shiver to run down her spine as he leaned close to her, making her flinch visibly.

"Like, a lot." He added, pretending to not notice her discomfort and she shook her head, dissatisfied with his interpretation as she pulled back a little and tried to put distance between them. She didn't meant it that way, she meant that he does not care that she had killed their own father.

"That's not what I meant,"

She had not expected such a reaction from Satoru, nor did she anticipate him taking pride in her actions of killing someone, especially their own father. [Name] was aware of Satoru's disdain towards their family, but his nonchalant attitude towards murder unsettled her for inexplicable reasons. It made him appear... Insane.

Certainly, without fail, Satoru would constantly affirm his willingness to obliterate their entire clan solely for her sake. However, [Name] always viewed this declaration as mere jest, which allowed her to engage in conversations about murder with him in a carefree manner, even exchanging playful remarks... But from how satoru was acting right now, it seems like he's serious about it.... And all those death threat was probably serious too. He's the strongest, and he can wipe their entire clan out, and he probably will too.

"You've misunderstood my words..." she mumbled, [E/c] eyes narrowing slightly.

"Then," Satoru began.

"Why?"

"You don't understand..." [Name] conveyed again, her tone carrying a hint of severity, while her gaze grew sharper, indicating her mounting worry. In return, Satoru mirrored her expression of confusion, unable to grasp the full significance of the current circumstance.

"I killed Otou-sama." [Name] said, her fingers covered in a deep shade of red liquid. As she tried to contain her emotions, her quivering hand formed a firm grip, resulting in her nails penetrating the already swollen skin of her palm. This infliction left behind visible evidence of the immense torment and anguish she was enduring.

"And you don't even seem to care," she continued, her voice filled with a hint of disbelief. Satoru responded with an exaggerated gesture of rolling his eyes, expressing his indifference as he placed a hand on his hip sassily. With a grave demeanor, he confidently declared,

"He absolutely deserved it, i mean, he tried to take advantage of you." Satoru's ocean blue eyes narrowed and grew more concentrated, while his jaw clenched with a hint of restraint.

"Don't you try and make an excuse for what he has done, i know how your mind works girl. Don't be guilty." Satoru stated seriously.

[Name] was filled with confusion.

"Me? Guilty?"

She expressed disbelief by shaking her head, strongly denying any sense of guilt.

"No i do not feel guilty," she uttered softly.

"Not even a little bit."

[Name] confidently affirmed. Though, At first, she had anticipated a tumultuous emotional reaction, expecting to break down after committing the act of killing her father. However, to her surprise, she found herself maintaining a calm and emotionless state-she doesn't care and felt nothing about it. There was a profound emptiness within her, completely void of any feelings of regret, satisfaction, or any other emotion for that matter. She felt as though she were an empty cocoon, hollow and without any substance.

Satoru let out a sigh of frustration, his breath escaping in a visible cloud of discontent. He extended his hand, pointing it towards the motionless body as he summoned some sort of bluish flame that swiftly engulfed the ugly coprse.

Observing this gruesome spectacle, [Name] winced and her face contorted in sheer disgust, her eyebrows knitting together in an expression of repulsion. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight as the flames relentlessly consumed the corpse, revealing the grotesque bones beneath the blistering and melting skin. The process felt unbearably long, although in reality, it only took a mere 12 seconds for the lifeless remains to turn into ashes.

Standing upright, Satoru began unbuttoning his suit, peeling it off his body and tossing it into the fire nonchalantly, leaving him in only a tank top that pretty much looked tight because it's showing off his biceps, chest and abs, though, it was obvious that his actions were driven by the presence of bloodstains in his suit.

However, before he could proceed to unbuckle his belt, [Name] impeded his progress, her intervention leaving her visibly bewildered.

"What on earth are you doing?" [Name] inquired, her voice laced with bewilderment and a touch of disbelief, However, a notable sense of fear was evident in her voice as she visibly recoiled upon witnessing his actions. A lump promptly developed in her throat, causing her to gulp heavily, while her fingers instinctively curled against her palms once again.

"Don't you fucking dare... what the hell are you doing?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in a tense and trembling voice, her eyes widening with a palpable feeling of apprehension.

Satoru rolled his eyes, his hands still resting on his belt, as he casually replied, not noticing the fear in her voice and her tense body language

"Obviously, I'm burning the clothes. And you should consider taking off your dress too, so we can get rid of the blood and avoid any potential trouble.

[Name] was taken aback by Satoru's words, causing her [E/c] eyes to widen with a mixture of fear and anger-all the calmness and emptiness in her slowly leaving her.

This response mirrored the way she felt when her father attempted to sexually assault her, evoking deep-seated memories of that traumatic event. The proposition of removing her dress was met with an immediate refusal. No fucking way would she take it off.

Despite recognizing the importance of destroying her clothes to erase any evidence of her father's murder and enhance her chances of evading detection, she found herself unable to comply.

What if satoru tries to assault her too? What if satoru-, no... Satoru would never.

She reminded herself.

Raising an eyebrow, Satoru's unwavering stare remained locked on [Name].

"Why aren't you taking it off?" he asked nonchalantly, his tone betraying the intensity of his gaze.

"You nervous or something?"

" I've seen you naked countless times, and we've even showered together like 20 times, what's there to be embarrassed about?"

Embarrassment washed over [Name] like a sudden wave, instantly coloring her cheeks in a vibrant shade of crimson and a sweat trickled down her forehead, mingling with the blood as her blood ran cold at his words.

"Shut up!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration, and cracking slightly with undeniable fear. "This is different! We were just kids back then!" she said, her jaw set tight and her brows drawing together. Satoru continued to observe her, feeling confused.

"So? Does that change anything?" he asked dumbly, his voice dripping with nonchalance, seemingly unfazed by the idea of undressing in front of his sister. ,

"Yes, it does!" she stated assertively, her voice carrying an undeniable conviction-She doesn't want to see him like that, she wouldn't have mind it if the incident with that pig didn't happen, but no, it happened. And [Name] doesn't want to do anything with men for now.

Although she is unsure of the reason behind it, there is a nagging feeling inside her that suggests Satoru might try to take advantage of her just like her father did. And she wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

Because...

Satoru is the strongest.

However, she strongly believes that Satoru would never harm her in any way and that he would always be there to shield her from any harm. Nevertheless, her perspective shifted after the incident involving her father, causing her to no longer perceive Satoru's actions as purely platonic and sibling affection. His affectionate words of calling her pretty, hugging her, didn't made her feel comfort like it usually does... now... it sent shivers down her spine and evoke a repulsive sensation on her skin.

•───癖好───•

Suguru tapped on his cheek while gazing out the window, with a pencil in his hand. The darkness of night enveloped the surroundings, amplifying the sense of tranquility in the air.

As it was summer break, Suguru found himself with a surplus of free time and a lack of activities to engage in.

Directing his attention downwards, Suguru observed the soft glow of the light in his lamp illuminating the paper on which he was engrossed in writing a poem. It was a mere preliminary sketch, as he planned to embellish it further with the finesse of calligraphy and a fountain pen.

Succumbing to boredom, Suguru allowed his mind to wander and began to doodle on the upper portion of the paper. Upon completing the impromptu artwork, he tilted his head in introspection, realizing that the features he had unintentionally drawn bore a striking resemblance to someone he had encountered in the past.

A sense of curiosity washed over Suguru as he feverishly attempted to recall the identity of this mysterious figure. In a sudden moment of clarity, it dawned upon him-the idiosyncratic girl. Deep in contemplation, he pondered how she must be faring at present, and he hoped that she was doing well, after all, she's pretty nice, and he respected nice people!

Another thing, is that Suguru had refrained from seeking confirmation from Satoru if she really was his sister or cousin. After all, satoru surely wouldn't hide it from him if he had siblings, would he?

Reflecting upon his interactions with the idiosyncratic girl, Suguru fondly remembered the sweets she had gifted him. These treats had a distinct flavor, not overly saccharine like typical candies. Although he harbored no disdain for sugary confections, Suguru simply preferred a more mild sweetness. Comparatively, the taste of curses, the malicious forces he encountered in his line of work, resembled nothing short of a repulsive rag used to clean up vomit.

Another thing, is that suguru kept the bloodstained handkerchied with him.

Despite having the option to clean or discard the bloodstained handkerchief he used to wipe the blood from her lips, he inexplicably chose to hold onto it.

"I wonder how Gojo-san is doing..."

Suguru softly murmured to himself, questioning the well-being of [Name] while he resumed his drawing. He then skillfully added intricate details to the drawing-from the curve of her neck, the smoothness of her eyelids, and even the subtle nuances in her eyes and her eyelashes.

A soft hum of satisfaction escaped his lips as he finally finished the drawing. It was a detailed drawing of that idiosyncratic girl he was intrigued about; Gojo [Name].

Suguru then rose from his chair, letting out a sleepy yawn. And instead of crumpling the paper and tossing it into the trashcan as he normally would, Suguru's actions took an unexpected turn. He retrieved a pin and carefully affixed the drawing of [Name] to his pinboard, the very place where he stored his daily schedules, important activities, and cherished memories-like the photograph of him and Satoru.

•───癖好───•

ATTEMPTING TO MASK HER uneasiness, [Name] made an effort to try to look calm, she mustered up a smile upon meeting the guests, yet she was combating an overwhelming nauseous sensation. Evidently, it appeared that these particular individuals were oblivious to the notion of maintaining proper boundaries when it comes to personal space. The Gojo clan's non-sorcerer member was constantly subjected to unwanted attention, as the guests repeatedly touched her as if they haven't seen a non-sorcerer their whole life. However, satoru being the very normal and protective (overbearing) brother he was, shooed them away.

They were currently positioned in the heart of the party where a wide array of delicious food was laid out. The atmosphere hummed with conversations among the crowd, some of whom attempted to approach them, only to be dismissed by Satoru once again. Immersed in vibrant and loud music and surrounded by culinary delights from both Western, Eastern cuisines and many more.

Though, It was evident that the appearance of a non-sorcerer among the esteemed Gojo clan astonished each guest, yet they hesitated to voice their thoughts, presumably out of fear because the holder of the six eyes and limitless is there.

[Name] felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort due to the constant and unwelcome physical contact she was subjected to. She yearned for nothing more than to free herself from this distressing situation. Her hurried application of makeup was apparent as her eyeliner had smudged slightly, and due to lack of time, she hadn't been able to add glitter to her eyeshadow.

Additionally, her hair cascaded loosely around her shoulders, lacking any semblance of styling and appearing untidy. For her outfit, she had chosen a plain white corset embellished with intricate designs, which she had coordinated with a blazer and a white skirt.

To conceal the melted skin on her knuckles, she had slipped on a pair of gloves, ensuring her injured hands remained discreet. Luckily, Satoru managed to tend to all of her wounds fastly and got rid of all the evidence of the murder.

As a result, [Name] finds herself somewhat relieved, as the possibility of being apprehended diminishes. bandages were wrapped around her hands prior to wearing the gentle, protective gloves, providing an additional safeguard against infection for the wounds.

Though, despite [Name]'s efforts, doubt lingered in her mind, questioning if her overall appearance was truly presentable. To make matters worse, the memory of her recent act of killing her own father haunted her. It had taken place mere moments ago, leaving a disturbingly vivid imprint in her mind.

And to make matters worse, Satoru has his hand positioned his hand on her waist, his digits caressing her skin, leading to an unpleasant sensation that sent a chilling shiver down her spine.

In an attempt to regain her composure, she swallowed hard, suppressing the growing lump in her throat, all the while feeling tiny droplets of sweat forming on her forehead.

Satoru noticed her obvious unease and he leaned closer, his voice now a hushed murmur against [Name]'s ear.

"[Name],"

The sound of her own name escaping his lips sent anotuer chilling sensation down her spine, causing her body to instinctively react with a surge of tension. Every muscle in her body involuntarily tightened and she could feel her heart beating so fast.

"You okay?" he inquired, his breath gently caressing her delicate complexion, resulting in a slight flinch. Feeling a surge of discomfort, [Name] winced as she found herself engulfed by a wave of emotions due to Satoru's close presence.

"I'm fine... Just feeling anxious," she managed to say. Although she indeed felt anxious about the possibility of embarrassing herself, her greatest fear revolved around Satoru's excessively affectionate conduct. Previously, his touch had provided her solace and comfort, but presently, it evoked a profound discomfort in her.

"Don't be anxious," Satoru's gentle murmur resonated in the air, prompting a slight drooping of her shoulders and a puzzled knitting of her brows.

"I'm here and I'll protect you..." he assured her.

"I suppose that you're right..." she acknowledged.

"I shouldn't.." she added. Overwhelmed with thoughts and concerns, she realized that there was no need for excessive worry.

"You're here with me and you'll protect me, yeah?" she repeated satoru's previous words while satoru nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah!"

Satoru plucked a piece of mochi, and popped it on his mouth, relishing its delectable taste and swallowed. He then took another one and extended it towards [Name] with a grin, encouraging her to try it. "Y'should try this pretty girl, it's tasty"

[Name]'s eyes went downwards towards satoru's hand on her waist again before she responded with a strained smile and agreed, "Okay... I'll give it a taste." However, just as she reached for the mochi, Satoru impulsively took a bite out of it, before taking another bite. "Just makin' sure that it isn't poisoned"

He delighted in the taste once again, finally gulping down the entire mochi. [Name] gawked, feeling a sense of offense at his actions.

"Satoru!" she whined, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation.

"Safe. 'ts not poisoned." Satoru acknowledged with approval, before grabbing another mochi and delicately placing it in the corner of [Name]'s mouth.

"Open up," Satoru urged gently,

"let me take care of ya." He flashed her a charming smile, though , for some reasons, it creeped her out. [Name] shot him a piercing glare, fully aware that Satoru was obsessed on the idea of being the one to look after her. The situation felt unsettling, evoking a sense of creepiness that she couldn't quite shake off.

[Name] pried apart her lips, allowing Satoru to place the delectable mochi within her mouth. Almost instantaneously, she began to masticate on the soft rice cake, savoring its texture and flavor, before swallowing it down her throat.

"Good girl." Satoru said as if [Name] is a child.

[Name] chose to ignore that and her [E/c] eyes then veered downwards, tracing the path of his hands, which remained securely positioned on her waist.

"Satoru... i think that you should-" She started expressing her unease, on the verge of proposing that Satoru release his grip on her, but just as she was about to complete her statement, an individual abruptly intervened, silencing her mid-sentence.

"[NAME]-CHAN!! MY LITTLE STARLING POOKIE DOOKIE WOOKIE BEAR!!!" an excited voice from a woman exclaimed with great enthusiasm, a woman that is tall, probably around 6'2 (187 cm) was beaming at [Name]. She had long white hair that is let loose and it goes down her waist. Her eyes were dark, just like two pools of ink, a contrast to her complexion that is quite pale.

Her attire consisted of a sleeveless cropped top in a black shade, accentuated by a belly chain and the exposed skin she has revealed some battle scars and some tattoos. Completing her ensemble, she wore a pair of black colored ripped jeans, perfectly cinched with a stylish belt. The heeled combat boots she had on added a touch of edginess to her overall appearance. (Yes, all black and gothic) Notably, she had a belt adorned with additional straps that secured a katana. And compare to all the other guests who is dressed formally, this woman was dressed as if she had just emerged from a war.

And this very familiar woman seemed to annoy satoru.

"Taiyohime."

Satoru exclaimed, hostility evident in his voice as his previous mood immediately changing and his eye twitched when [Name] was unexpectedly seized by her forearm and fot dragged away from him. [Name] emitted a surprised yelp, taken aback as she suddenly found herself embraced in a comforting, affectionate hug, with her face inadvertently nestled within Taiyohime's boobs.

"T-taiyohime-nee?" [Name] exhaled, attempting to distance herself from Taiyohime's ample bosom. Gazing upwards towards Taiyohime, she found solace in her gentle caress, a stark contrast to the discomfort she experienced whenever being touched by Satoru (at the moment) or by anyone else.

"The one and only!" Taiyohime exclaimed joyfully upon hearing [Name] mention her name. she hugged [Name] even tighter, causing [Name] to wince slightly due to the force while satoru glared at them.

Ignoring satoru's disapproving look, Taiyohime beamed and asked,

"Mmmh...Missed y'so much..! [Name]-chan!" With an exaggerated and dramatic sniff, Taiyohime pressed her face against [Name]'s cheeks, her grip around [Name] tightening all the while.

Satoru's expression shifted towards annoyance as he directed a glare at the two women, questioning Taiyohime's sudden presence.

"Why are you here...?"

However, Taiyohime paid no attention to Satoru's irritation and instead kept her entire focus solely on [Name].

"Did you miss me? [Name]-chan?"

"Yeah. I missed you... It's been years."

[Name] responded with a smile, In that moment, all the previous uneasiness vanished from [Name]'s mind as they focused solely on her cherished reunion with Taiyohime.

"Aww!!! I missed you too!"

With delight painted across her face, Taiyohime reveled in [Name]'s affectionate embrace, using the opportunity to taunt satoru with a smug gaze. She winked at satoru, her grin filled with mockery towards satoru, as if saying; 'Your sister is mine now.'

A wave of irritation washed over Satoru as his eye twitched with annoyance, resulting in a scowl forming on his countenance as he stared at taiyohime angrily.

"You are so cute, [Name]!"

Taiyohime's voice was filled with girlish excitement as she couldn't contain her admiration for [Name], Her words were accompanied by her hands squeezing [Name]'s cheek. [Name], feeling a slight discomfort, let out a small whine.

"Taiyohime-nee, don't do that."

Taiyohime shrugged but released her grip on [Name]'s cheeks.

"Sorry, starling, I just can't help it! You are just so cute..."

"unlike some certain individuals here..." Taiyohime's eyes narrowed with a tinge of disdain as she shifted her gaze in Satoru's direction, subtly directing her dissatisfaction towards him.

"I'm flattered then." [Name] stated with a smile, not noticing taiyohime's glare on satoru.

"You're implying something, aren't you?"

Satoru's annoyance was clearly evident as he tilted his head and cracked his knuckles in a gesture that exuded frustration.

The atmosphere grew tense, causing [Name] to feel a sense of unease.

With a hint of amusement in her voice, Taiyohime replied to Satoru's questioning.

"Am i?" She laughed.

"But maybe yes... But still, I'm disappointed that you think i was insinuating something."

Taiyohime shook her head.

"I expected better,"

Taiyohime pulled [Name] closer to her, resting her head on top of [Name]'s and gently stroking [Name]'s [H/c] hair with her fingers, she placed her other hand on [Name]'s waist, causing their bodies to be pressed against each other in a embrace. Taiyohime couldn't help but direct a smug smirk in Satoru's direction and It was clear that Taiyohime was trying to get under Satoru's skin.

"Release her." Satoru demanded coldly and Taiyohime shook her head.

"Nah uh," Taiyohime retorted back, black colored eyes narrowing in annoyance and [Name] could feel the atmosphere getting cold.

"Calm down satoru-" [Name] tried to say but she was cut off when satoru forcefully pulled her away from taiyohime.

"Satoru!" [Name] let out a small gasp. "That's rude!" [Name] scolded, feeling taiyohime's glare in their direction.

"No, she had her filthy hands all over you," Satoru exclaimed, his voice filled with indignation.

"Seriously, You need to stop acting so childish, you're not a little kid anymore," [Name] finally snapped at Satoru and she yanked herself out of his grip, catching him off guard. The words stung Satoru's heart, but he quickly justified [Name]'s behavior by reminding himself of the recent trauma and fear she had experienced.

Yes, that's right. [Name] wasn't in the right mind, after all, she would never disobey him or replace him with someone else. Satoru told himself mentally.

Feeling frustrated, Satoru let out an irritated sigh and crossed his arms, shooting a glare at Taiyohime. He couldn't help but wonder if she had said something to provoke [Name]'s outburst. Determined to protect his sister's 'innocence' and Satoru made a mental note to keep Taiyohime at a distance.

"Hmph. so you haven't changed at all then." Taiyohime grumbled, her frustration evident as she crossed her arms.

"And so have you." Satoru retorted.

"But as the saying goes, once a brat always remains a brat," Taiyohime remarked, her glare directed at Satoru. The disapproval in her eyes made [Name] frown in disagreement.

"Taiyohime-nee, don't be mean. Satoru is not a brat," [Name] defended him, her voice filled with sincerity. (Even though satoru is obviously a brat)

Taiyohime expressed her dissatisfaction with [Name]'s disagreement regarding Satoru not being a brat. In her eyes, Satoru's bratty nature is well-known and acknowledged by everyone. Even at school, some students, like Utahime, hold negative feelings towards Satoru.

Satoru, feeling triumphant, responded with a condescending and mocking smirk towards Taiyohime.

"You spoil him far too much, starling" Taiyohime exclaimed with a hint of exasperation, rolling her eyes in the process.

"Look at what he has become due to all of your excessive spoiling-a spoiled and petty brat." Taiyohime huffed as she grabbed [Name]'s wrist, trying to pull the latter towards her, but satoru immediately grabbed [Name]'s other hand, preventing the woman from getting what she wanted.

"Wow, coming from the embodiment of pettiness, that's quite a statement." Satoru retorted, his grip on [Name] tightening. However, taiyohime refused to yield and continued to tug [Name] back whenever Satoru attempted to pull her away. The situation escalated to the point where it resembled a competitive game of tug-of-war, with [Name] being the unfortunate rope caught in the middle.

Many onlookers at the party couldn't help but stare, feeling a mixture of confusion and discomfort witnessing one adult and one 17 yearsold teenager that both stands in six feet engage in such childlike behavior over [Name].

The two of them were arguing and [Name] was trying to stop them but they just ignored her to the point that [Name] decided to give up in trying to convince them that fighting is futile.

"-Go and fuck yourself with your brother!"

Satoru hissed.

"No fuckin' way. Since you're a boy, why don't you do your little shitty playdates with caelum instead?" Taiyohime remarked amidst the ongoing argument and struggle over [Name]. Overwhelmed and consumed by the constant pulling, [Name] started to feel nauseous and her body grew sore, as if she were a mere ragdoll being tossed around.

"Excuse me-" Satoru began to speak, only to be interrupted by taiyohime who dismissively retorted, "You are not excused."

Satoru's patience grew thin as he retorted,

"You have your own sibling! Stop trying to steal what's mine!" In a fit of frustration, he tugged forcefully on [Name], inadvertently pulling both taiyohime and [Name] closer towards him. Taiyohime gasped and retaliated by glaring at Satoru and pulling [Name] towards her own direction

"You don't deserve her!"

"I swear, if you don't release [Name] this instant, I'll super glue your eyelids together!" Satoru exclaimed, ignoring the curious and weirded out gaze of the spectators.

"Shut up! My tsuka is bigger than your dick!"

•───癖好───•

Satoru felt perspiration forming on his forehead as he gently patted [Name]'s back, witnessing with concern as [Name] uncontrollably expelled the contents of her stomach onto the ground.

Regrettably, due to the vigorous tugging exerted by Satoru and Taiyohime, [Name] experienced a profound feeling of nausea that ultimately led to this unpleasant occurrence. Fortunately, [Name] displayed presence of mind and quickly rushed outside the premises just in time to release the contents of their stomach. Satoru gently patted her back while Taiyohime hurriedly went to fetch a glass of water for her.

"Sorry..." Satoru expressed remorse as [Name] coughed and clutched her chest, feeling the burning sensation of stomach acid mixed with vomit in her throat. The intense discomfort extended to her chest and lungs, causing her to wheeze for air.

"It's all that filthy toe nail eater's fault!" Satoru exclaimed in frustration, using a tissue to wipe away the remnants of vomit from [Name]'s lips.

"Don't say that, nii-chan," [Name] replied softly, her voice hoarse from the continuous bouts of vomiting.

"Taiyohime-nee is kind and beautiful," [Name] defended, shaking her head.

"Don't you dare defend that misshapen creature, girl." Satoru retorted, his bratty behavior irking [Name] further. While Taiyohime is a brat too, Satoru's brattiness was on a whole different level, so in short, Satoru is a high-key brat.

"Besides, why are you even having connection with taiyohime huh? She's our cousin and you are supposed to hate our whole family except for me."

"You are supposed to hate taiyohime." Satoru staged, emphasizing his point as his light blue eyes darkening and he looked frightening, sending a shiver down [Name]'s spine.

"Taiyohime-nee is different from them. I don't hate her."

Her response seemed to trigger satoru.

"No, no. Taiyohime is just like those bird-brained people."

"You only need your brother, girl. You don't need that deformed goblin." Satoru declared.

"You only need your nii-chan, you don't need others, just me, myself and i." Satoru emphasized, tilting [Name]'s chin upwards to meet his gaze.

"You understand that I'm the only one you truly need, don't you?" Satoru inquired, but before [Name] could respond, Taiyohime intervened, yelling at Satoru.

"Hey! You butterfaced jerk! You're freaking her out! Get those grubby hands of yours away from her!" Taiyohime snarled, striding quickly towards them with two glasses of water in her hands. Satoru released [Name]'s chin and glared at Taiyohime, indicating that another argument was about to unfold.

"This is all your fault," Satoru gritted through his teeth as he observed Taiyohime handing a glass of water to [Name].

"Stop picking fights nii-chan, and Taiyohime-nee, please just ignore him," [Name] muttered, not wanting to deal with the both of them, and took a sip of her water.

"No, this is your fault. You should have let me have her, even just for today," Taiyohime grumbled, disregarding [Name]'s plea.

"No way, she's mine." Satoru asserted, his possessiveness irritating Taiyohime, leading her to attempt splashing water on Satoru using the remaining glass. However, limitless prevented him from getting wet, causing the water to spill onto the floor instead.

"Bastard." he muttered.

"Asshole." Taiyohime huffed.

"Enough already, both of you." [Name] exclaimed in frustration, glancing at the empty glass in Taiyohime's hand as she let out a loud harrumph. Satoru responded by rolling his eyes and crossing his arms defiantly.

"You both are all grown up now, so start acting like it." [Name] sighed heavily.

"Satoru, stop instigating fights with Taiyohime. And Taiyohime, quit intentionally trying to provoke Satoru."

[Name] admonished them both.

Satoru grumbled dismissively, muttering, "Whatever," while Taiyohime let out another huff and averted her gaze.

"Seriously, you two need to work on your anger management." [Name] stated firmly, her voice tinged with concern. Taiyohime responded by rolling her eyes, clearly uninterested, while Satoru chose to ignore [Name]'s advice.

"Allowing anger to control you won't lead to anything positive, and it's not fair to constantly direct your frustrations towards each other, Anger is detrimental for both mental and physical well-being as it not only results in negative effects on our appearance, such as wrinkles, but it can also drive individuals to commit violent acts, including murder. " [Name] continued, delving into a more philosophical and scientific perspective.

Taiyohime seemed to be touched at [Name]'s speech while Satoru was irritated by the sudden shift in topic. And before [Name] could continue her monologue, satoru interjected with a sarcastic remark.

"Shut up Socrates," Satoru retorted, earning a sharp glare from [Name].

"Fucking hell,"

[Name] showed signs of frustration as she slouched her shoulders and let out a tired sigh. She placed her hand on her forehead, still feeling the burning sensation in her throat.

"You are annoying, onii-chan. you know that?" [Name] expressed her annoyance towards Satoru. Satoru simply shrugged.

"You love me." he stated confidently. [Name] nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but feel a sense of unease and she mentally scolded herself for such thoughts.

Taiyohime's reaction was one of strong disgust as she gazed upon the sight, prompting her to express her disgust with the word "Ew."

"I feel bad for you, starling. Imagine loving a dude that looks like a naked Mole-Rat."

Satoru swiftly reacted to Taiyohime's remark without any hesitation, expressing his annoyance through his tone of voice.

"Nobody cares about your opinion elephant seal."

As [Name] observed this interaction, her eyebrows furrowed in disapproval towards Satoru and Taiyohime's insult towards each other.

"Taiyohime. Satoru." She scolded. However, they paid no attention to her disapproving gaze and carried on with their petty and useless argument.

"-You're not even supposed to be here!"

With a dismissive wave of his hand and a slightly petulant expression on his face, Satoru attempted to shoo Taiyohime away. As [Name] processed this situation, a hint of surprise crossed her face, indicated by the raised eyebrow. It became apparent to [Name] that Taiyohime's presence was not expected or intended to be in this setting.

"Yeah... Taiyohime-nee... Aren't you supposed to be in Canada during the summer break?" [Name] asked curiously. Taiyohime nonchalantly shrugged in response. "I heard it was related to you, [Name]-Chan, so I decided to come here," she stated.

"What do you mean, me?" [Name] inquired, tilting her head in confusion. Both her and Satoru had puzzled looks on their faces, while Taiyohime seemed dumbfounded by their reaction.

"Why do you two look so bewildered?" Taiyohime asked, feeling a bit unnerved. "And Satoru, you look ugly," she added spitefully, causing Satoru's expression to contort in annoyance.

"This is so weird," Taiyohime muttered.

"Aren't you even aware of the agreement between the Gojo clan and that other clan? I don't really know the name of that clan, nor do I care, but seriously, are you two completely oblivious of the arrangement?" Taiyohime questioned both of them.

"They would have informed me if there was any arrangement or whatever," Satoru confidently stated, while [Name] blinked in confusion. "What arrangement?" she asked, hoping for some clarification.

"Uhh" taiyohime averted her gaze away, not knowing how to explain.

"An arranged marriage."

•───癖好───•

-The Gojo Clan will be a weird 'family' in here

-Taiyohime is [Name] and Satoru's older cousin.

-More conflict to come

-The main reason why Taiyohime hates Satoru is because Satoru is rich

-The main reason why Satoru hates Taiyohime is because taiyohime stole his perfume and replaced it with toilet water

-Taiyohime is a girl's girl

-Taiyohime and Satoru is banned from seeing each other when they were kids because the two of them would always fight

-Taiyohime is the one who taught [Name] how to fight and the weak points of a person.

-Taiyohime knows about satoru's sister complex

-[Name] is starting to doubt satoru's intentions and now can see how weird he acts around her.

-Everything about the satoru being a creep thingy is only on [Name]'s point of view.

-They ended up burning their clothes anyways.

-[Name] is starting to develop trust issues.

-Suguru has a poem dedicated for [Name] and it's titled as "Gōjasuna on'nanoko."

-Suguru keeps a satoru plushie with him.

-Satoru was insinuating something to [Name] after he helped her clean up.

-[Name] may have been, or may not have been controlled by something.

-Satoru smelled suguru's scent on [Name] in the past but didn't said anything about it.

-[Name] doesn't feel guilty.

-Suguru kept the candy wrappers with him.

I drew taiyohime and this is how she looks like🙃🙃

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