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anastasiabowe · 19 days

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𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙃𝙄𝙈 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏?! — Toji your MMA fighting husband wasn’t a man of pure morals. He often teaches his son, Megumi, not so great things for a little child, and you got a taste of what he was teaching him, and you were not happy.

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Content warnings: Language and swearing in front of a child

Soft thumping grew louder as little Megumi waddled himself down to the basement, or your home gym. Toji put the weights back on the rack, since he was ending his morning workout. He looked up and saw his little boy walk up to him.

Megumi looked up as high as he could to make eye contact with his dad.

“What’s up, bud?” Toji grabbed the towel near by, and ruffled his hair with it, trying to dry the sweat that was dripping from his hair.

“Can I ask you something?” The little raspy voice confidently spoke.

“Sure, what is it?” Toji sat down on the bench, and pulled the boy onto his knee.

“What do you do when the bad guys you fight make-" megumi coughed, "make you mad?”

Toji stared blankly at his son. Where was he going with this?

"bad guys?" Toji asked the little boy.

"yeah! Bad guys, the guys you fight!" He pushed his little fists out into the air to kick the little clips you've shown him of his dad during a match.

“Why?” Toji asked skeptical.

“Just curious.” he blinked so innocently.

“Why?” Toji asked again.

“Can you just answer?” The little boy whined and sighed heavily, making Toji want to laugh.

“Well, when they make me upset, I usually use that anger to fight them.”

Megumi rolled his eyes. “I already know that, daddy. But what do you do?”

Toji thought carefully. Should he be blunt, should he sugar coat it?

“Well, I usually try and knock them to their feet to weaken them, then try and knock them out.”

“Can you show me?” Megumi smiled thinking about how cool his dad was.

“On you?” Toji looked at the mini him.

Megumi shrugged and hopped off his lap.

Toji laughed and stood up. He walked Megumi over to the mat that covered the entirety of the floor. Toji got into a fighting stance, encouraging Megumi to copy.

Once Megumi was in “position” Toji softly kicked his foot into Megumi a left leg that he was pushing his weight on and made the little boy fall out of balance.

Megumi giggled, and Toji helped the little boy up to his feet.

“Again!”

“Nah, let me show you something else.”

Once Megumi was in position again, Toji brought his fists very gently to megumi’s jaw. He lightly tapped there with his fist and said,

“I usually try to hit here. Yeah it can break someone’s jaw, but I prefer to win, and winning isn’t always the nicest way. But if anyone makes you upset, just give them a little punch here, and you’ll be the coolest kid on the block, okay?”

Megumi smiled, and punched his dad in the abdomen. Although his tiny fists didn’t even land enough impact for a sting, Toji pretended like it hurt, and fell to the ground, Megumi jumping and punching on his dad.

“Megumi baby, come up to eat!” You called down the stairs, and you heard him yell a little “okay!”

“Toji, you too!”

“I’ll be up there in a minute, I got to finish my workout!” Toji lied. He truthfully just wanted to be down there and watch his opponent for his upcoming match latest fight, get some details on him, but he didn't want to hear you lecture him on how he should save his research for when he's at work.

Megumi soon came up for lunch, and you gave him his plate of Mac and cheese, with applesauce and mixed vegetables.

Megumi gratefully ate only the apple sauce and Mac and cheese.

You thought the vegetable hatred from kids was an exaggeration because you never had any problems with it, but here is your own child outright refusing to eat his veggies.

“Megumi. This is not a game, eat your vegetables or you don’t get any dessert today.” Megumi rolled his eyes, making you scoff. He was turning into his father.

“Megumi..” you warned. He only challenged you more by sticking his tongue out.

“No iPad for 2 days.”

Megumi still held his ground. You clicked your nails on the table across from him, waiting for those broccoli, peas, corn and carrots to be eaten.

“We will sit here until you eat them.”

“Bite me.” Megumi bit back. If he wasn’t a little kid that you loved too much, he wouldn’t even know what was coming for him.

“Excuse me?” You looked at him in disbelief. You stood up and walked around the table and sat next to him. You grabbed his fork and stabbed the vegetables.

“Open your mouth. You want to act like a a baby, I will treat you like one.” You moved the fork closer to his mouth, he turned his face and you were becoming angrier by the second.

“Open. Your mouth.” Your voice was as stern as it was going to be, and here is your child not fearing you at all.

You grabbed his face as gently as you could, but strong enough to force open his mouth. You quickly tried to put the fork into his mouth but then you felt a solid fist hit your jaw, and it hurt (somewhat).

Megumi just punched you in the jaw. You grabbed your jaw and dropped the fork onto the table.

Tears welled in your eyes, not from pain, but from the shock and anger from your child just hitting you.

Megumi’s face was full of fear and regret, and you only clenched your jaw.

Fucking Toji always teaching him shit. You took a deep breath and stood up calmly. You grabbed megumi’s wrist and dragged him with you as you made your way down to the basement.

“Toji fucking fushiguro.” You yelled out to your husband when you finally made it to the basement ground. He looked up from his phone, and your anger was illuminating from you.

You angrily stopped walking, Megumi hiding behind you.

“What the fuck did you teach Megumi?!” Toji looked between you and Megumi, and he was actually so confused.

“What do you mean ‘what did I teach megumi’? What the hell are you talking about?” Toji pulled out his AirPod, and you wanted to light something on fire.

“Did you teach him to hit his mom or is that all on him?” Toji scoffed knowing where this is coming from.

“Megumi.” Toji’s voice growled as Megumi gripped harder onto your sweat pants.

“Come here.” Toji’s voice was now deeper and more demanding. It wasn’t loud nor condescending, it was rather scarily calm.

Megumi slowly came from behind you, and you crossed your arms, ready to hear what he was going to say.

“Megumi, did you hit mommy?” Toji softly grabbed the little boy’s hands and pulled him closer. He looked down at his feet. “Look at me when I am speaking to you.” Toji cleared his throat.

“I didn’t mean to, she was making me mad!” Megumi tried to excuse. You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. Toji looked up at you, and you licked your lips, calming yourself down. He was only 5.

“Megumi, you know you can’t just hit people when you’re mad, especially mommy.” Megumi whispered a little “I know.”

“I don’t think you do.” Toji tightened his grip on his hands a little. “If you think what I taught you today is an excuse for when you’re mad, it wasn’t. It should only be applied for my circumstance with professional practice. I'm sorry if what I said confused you, but you do not just hit people when you're mad, I don’t just hit people when I’m mad, I know how to and when to, you don’t.”

Megumi’s eyes were wide with tears welling in them. Toji couldn’t help but think how much he looked like you right now. You both made the same face when you're sad.

“I’m sorry.” Megumi softly said.

“Don’t apologize to me.” Toji let go of megumi’s hands and megumi softly turned around. He rushed over to you and hugged your legs, wiping his teary face into your sweats.

“I’m sorry mommy! I shouldn’t have hit you! I promise I won’t ever never ever hit anyone again!” You smiled softly, picking up the little boy.

“Mommies not mad anymore, baby. I just want you to grow big and strong by eating your veggies, that’s all. So are you going to finish your vegetables for me?”

Megumi sniffled and nodded. You kissed his face repeatedly making him giggle.

Toji stood up and followed you both. After all, it was lunch time.

#toji x you #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #toji and megumi #baby megumi #mom reader #jjk #fluff

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lowkeyremi · 3 months

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I think Megumi was an iPad kid. With Gojo being busy (and not knowing wtf he's doing when he first gets Megumi)

He regrettably sticks him with an iPad and he WILL not take his eyes off of that thing.

"Hey, uh, Megumi! Do you wanna go play catch?" Gojo would ask.

"Nope. I'm watching Power Rangers." At first Gojo down plays the situation.

But every. Where. He. Goes. His iPad isn't far behind.

Time for dinner? His iPad is on the table while he eats. Using the bathroom? He's watching his iPad. In the bath? He props the damn thing on the closed toilet seat and watches it while he bathes.

In the future Gojo would not let it go either. He'd tell the second years, "Here's our newest addition! Former iPad kid, Megumi Fushiguro!!" Dude he is so embarrassed grumbling something that sounds a lot like "I'm gonna kill him."

He even tells Yuji and Nobara. Nobara thinks it's the funniest shit ever and will never let it go.

Yuji just smiles, "I had a tablet when I was little too, although gramps only let me use it for a little bit at a time."

Megumi couldn't say the same because Gojo didn't know how to discipline someone when he himself acted like a child so he let Megumi do as he pleased.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

#megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi drabble #gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk drabble #jujutsu kaisen drabble

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augustinewrites · 4 months

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it’s almost christmas!! which means the fushigojos have been spending their time:

- buying random things to gift each other (could be a pack of gel pens or an ipad. no in between)

- fighting for their lives untangling the strings of lights that gojo swears he put away properly

- celebrating gojo and megumi’s bdays (in one party, bcs sel and i said so)

- hosting ugly sweater parties with their friends

- wrapping gifts!! (we all know who does most of the work)

- watching the nutcracker ballet many many times (bcs tsumiki is clara!!!)

- watching megumi perform in the school christmas concert with his band class (he was forced. the other three had to hold back their laughter bcs it was a trainwreck)

- breaking into nanami’s apartment to leave his gift

- stopping by fushigojo mom’s family home for a dinner (the kids get absolutely spoiled by grandpa)

- baking christmas cookies and other holiday treats! (gojo eats half of them)

- hosting christmas dinner with their friends!!

#keeping up with the fushigojos #it’s a busy but hilarious time of year for them #i know those kids get so spoiled on christmas #they’re the first kids!! they gotta be!!

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awniie · 4 months

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games ! - featuring your boyfriends megumi, choso, yuji, namani, saturo ♡

ʚ summary: basically just headcannons of playing games with your favs ִ° ⋆

ʚ content: some language, cheating in games, no prn + gender specific reader ִ° ⋆

ʚ megumi

- is pretty neutral when it comes to any types of game, he’s pretty good at them though

- sees them as a distraction, especially whenever he tries to talk to you and your playing hole.io

- if it’s a raining day and the two of you are bored, he’ll absolutely suggest board games though

- if he wins the game he’ll go “i won” with a silly smirk and placing his cards down on the table leaving you frustrated and fuming. Sometimes if he’s really feeling himself, you guys can go multiple rounds (lmao)

- if YOU win, you can see a little twitch in his face but he won’t get too riled up. “Good job, let’s go something else now.” He’s a little bit of a sore loser, but he tries horribly not to show it.

- you suggest something like Minecraft though and he acts like he’s 8

- cracked at building houses, probably has 3 dogs and has a bed placed next to yours <3

ʚ choso

- lovessss games ( cannon!1!1!11! )

- play fighting, races, board games, video games, you name it. Even if he doesn’t know how to play it, trust me, he WILL learn.

-when he’s with you, he’s calm and more sweet with them. He lets you gloat if you manage to beat him in Mario kart, knowing he’ll destroy you next time.

- sometimes you’ll play something more slow-paced like stardew valley and animal crossing

- if he’s with Yuuji it gets hella competitive ( older siblings vibes )

-You’d suggest Uno as a game and show choso how to play

- trust when i say all three of you are probably having shouting matches, slamming down cards on the table, and demanding rematches.

- Apologizes afterwards “sorry…i got a little carried away. BUT-” and then you guys start having a ‘passionate’ conversation on how you absolutely cheated

ʚ namani

- also neutral about games, thinks they’re appropriate for certain times

- probably plays like sudoko, crossword puzzles or some old man type stuff.

- you try teaching him a racing style game, only to find out he’s cracked.

- “Oh hm, i won again.” He’d say nonchalantly, mouth turning into a smile as he saw your open mouth and irritated brows

- he secretly plays like candy crush and that one panda game on his work tablet like a little iPad kid.

- he probably wears those blue light glasses whenever he uses a screen to play a game :sob:

ʚ saturo

- also lovesss games

- probably plays games like street fighter, streets of rage etc.

- will show you how to do special moves, but then also gate-keeps some whenever you play 1v1

- says something like “a good sorcerer never reveals all his tricks” or something nerdy like that

- he’s actually a cheater

-whenever you guys are racing, he’d probably start running before you finish counting down.

-if you guys are playing a board game, probably has some cards up his ass

ʚ yuuji

- plays every single video game ever and IS GOOD AT THEM

- probably plays Fortnite, wouldn’t be surprised if he had a twitch channel too

- has a whole gaming setup and sh and definitely gets into “a zone” whenever he’s playing.

- probably also hacks and cheats in games just to mess with you and choso

- you guys have probably had a competition to see who can fit the most grapes in your mouth

END ♡

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ryry-rebel · 9 months

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Beach Day W/ JJK Characters

Headcannons

Characters- Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Sukuna

Warnings- cussing, mentions of sex for Sukuna

Word count- 1,531

Pronouns- implied the reader is a female for Sukuna

Content- fluff, kissing, cussing, mentions of sex for Sukuna

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

Pls ignore the cursed banner, picture things I made

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Gojo:

• Gojo is the loudest and most chaotic motherfucker on the planet

• He’s the type to constantly ask you “are we there yet” every five minutes

• When you get to the beach, dude is already gone

• Definitely leaves you to unpack the luggage

• He’s already taken his shirt and sandals off and in the water

• While you’re unpacking, you can hear him yelling at you

• “Y/n the water is so cold!”

• “WAS THAT A SHARK! I THINK I JUST SAW A SHARK!” (There are no sharks)

• Once you finished unpacking, the dude is dragging you to swim with him

• You can’t say no, so don’t try

• He’s the mf to strip you. He’s taking your shorts and shirt off for you

• He’s ganna ogle at your body

• Then he will pick you up and throw you in the freezing cold water

• He’s not sorry, not in the slightest

• He will definitely splash you and give you piggyback rides in the water

• He will dunk you under the water (don’t even try to do it back, you can’t. He will use his infinity)

• When you guys are done swimming, it’s now time for lunch

• Did I mention he will get sand everywhere

• He won’t wipe his feet off before stepping on the beach blanket. he’s a child

• He eats like an iPad kid. it’s cannon

• He will scarf down his food too and then demand you play beach ball with him

• You tell him you have to wait at least an hour before going back in the water

• He believes you. So now you get an hour to relax (not)

• You’re not relaxing. Your plans to tan are completely ruined

• Gojo definitely brought sand toys and every time he makes one he tells you to look at it

• “Babe look at this castle I made!”

• “Look, I have a crab army!”

• He doesn’t shut up

• Mf is also the type to build a butt at the edge of the water so every time the waves crash into the sand water comes out the hole

• He will make a sand penis. He will take a photo of it and send it to Nanami

• By the time he’s ready to go, you are exhausted

• Gojo offers to pack your belongings up and drive

• “Thanks baby, but you don’t have to do that.”

• Gojo pulls you in and plants a warm kiss on your forehead

• “I know, but you’re exhausted. Get some sleep in the car.”

Yuji:

• Yuji is kinda like Gojo, definitely chaotic and impatient, but he’s nicer

• He does ask you “are we there yet” 100 times before you actually get to the beach

• When you get there, the dude is ecstatic; he’s just so excited

• He will carry the heavy stuff and help you unpack everything

• But then he’s off to the water

• He definitely brought his shark inner tube. I feel like he’s the type to have weird pool toys. He definitely owns a Spider-Man beach ball

• He splashes you in the water and gives you piggyback rides. He also pulls you around on his shark float

• He also is the type to go beach combing. He definitely loves sea glass

• He brings home a whole bucket full of different shells. he hides them around Megumi’s room

• I feel like he’d know a lot about shells too. He would point each one out to you

• “Look Y/n, this one is sea glass. Oh, this one is a whelk!”

• Like Gojo, he brought sand toys

• He loves making sand castles

• Burry Yuji in the sand; he finds it funny

• YOU MUST FORCE HIM TO APPLY SUNSCREEN! Otherwise, he will forget and Yuji burns

• He doesn’t tan, he burns, and you don’t want to listen to him whine in pain for the next few days

Megumi:

• Megumi is the calmest out of everyone

• He will drive to the beach and back; he doesn’t mind

• You’re the certified passenger princess

• Unfortunately for him, in this case, you’re the one asking him “are we there yet?”

• He gets annoyed with you and turns the radio up loud so you shut up

• When you get to the beach, he will help you unpack. But he’s staying in the shade

• He doesn’t want to take his chances with getting burnt

• He will apply sunscreen to the places you can’t reach and he is super gentle. Good with his hands

• Personally, he would rather stay on land, but if you wanted to go in the water he will because he loves you

• Please don’t splash him, but if you want to horse around, he will definitely splash you. He will pick you up and throw you into the water

• When you resurface, there is a piece of seaweed stuck in your hair

• He smiles, a genuine, wide smile

• His face becomes flushed at how adorable look

• “What? Why are you smiling at me like that?”

• “You have something in your hair.”

• Instead of watching you struggle trying to remove the seaweed, he swims close to you and pulls it out of your hair

• You pull him close and kiss him. He’s so sweet and adorable

• He gets embarrassed and swims back to the shore

• He packed all of your favorite food for lunch. He just knows you so well

• After lunch, he likes to lay on his stomach while he reads

• If you like reading feel free to join him

• If you don’t, please don’t bother him. He loves his books and listening to the water while reading is therapeutic for him

• When it’s time to go, he will pack up, you are way to exhausted

• On the drive back, you fall asleep. He takes a few photos

Nobara:

• NOBARA IS THE DEFINITION OF CHAOTIC AND FUN

• You’re driving to the beach and back. On the way up, she talks your ear off

• “I can’t wait to go swimming!”

• “I’m going to kick your ass in beach volley.”

• “Im starving. I’m ganna eat when we get there.”

• She does eat when you get there

• You are forced to carry your belongings and hers.

• She makes the boys carry her shit; you are no exception

• She’s already stuffing her face with watermelon

• She doesn’t fall for the “wait one hour after eating before swimming bullshit.” She is already in her bikini and ready to go

• Swimming is an absolute blast with her

• She brought water guns

• She also brought an inflatable boat

• She smokes you with the water guns, girls got skill

• She’s also a show off

• She looks good in her bikini, and she knows it. Definitely uses that fact to try and land a modeling gig. she has no luck

• I don’t think she’s the type to make sandcastles like Gojo and Yuji or read like Megumi

• She wants to play beach volleyball, and she’s good too

• But if you play volleyball, you are way better. She’s got skill but nothing compared to someone who plays the sport competitively

• She eats multiple times throughout the day

• She will help you pack stuff up, but only if you beg her

• She’s stubborn

• But she wont carry it back to the car

• She won’t shut up on the way back either

• You are glad beach day is over

Sukuna:

• Oh boy, here for go for Sukuna

• He’s driving because he is NOT a passenger princess

• Don’t argue with him on that either

• He will help you unpack your luggage, but he won’t be nice about it

• “You’re so weak you can’t carry this shit by yourself? You brought more than me.”

• Don’t get snappy with him, he will throw you in the water and hold you under until he thinks you have learned your lesson. (Obviously he won’t hold you under to the point where you die)

• He will go in the water to splash you. If you tell him to stop, he won’t, so don’t try

• He stole borrowed Nobara’s water guns to shoot you

• Don’t shoot him back lol

• I mean you can, but your actions will have consequences

• Now let’s talk bathing suites

• He’s going to show off his toned abs no doubt. He’s sexy and he knows it. Real eye candy

• But you are a different story

• No bikinis

• He doesn’t want creepy men staring at your body. Your body is for Sukuna’s eyes only

• Let’s say you wore a bikini

• “Brat I told you not to wear that. You look like a slut.”

• You would bicker with him

• “It’s a swimsuit Sukuna. What did you want me to wear? A wetsuit?”

• “Yes.”

• You roll your eyes, but it doesn’t stop there

• If another guy even looks in your direction, he’s dead

• “Did I just see your eyes on my girl? Keep your wandering eyes off her you nasty, pig.”

• Dude would be infuriated

• “The fuck you think you’re looking at?”

• Sukuna’s jealous but do not tell him that unless you want to die

• He is pissed off and frustrated

• He needs to teach you a lesson

• You guys are definitely having car sex

• You’re going to be to too fucked out to do anything else, so Sukuna packs your shit and drives you home

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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 3 months

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gojo braiding sugurus hair 🥹🥹🥹🥹

this is the first time I’ve written fluff in a while so thank you for the practice 🤭

au where Geto didn’t turn bad and they are co-parenting

It was a sunny spring afternoon with a little chill in the air when Satoru had pick up duty of the kids from school. Although they were different ages, Tsumiki, Megumi, Nanako and Mimiko all went to the same school a few blocks from their luxurious Tokyo apartment. Tsumiki and Mimiko walk a little ahead of the rest, talking about their art projects they they both are carrying. Megumi, silent as ever tends to look at the trees and sky and bugs when walking, observant to everything but the people around him. Nanako is talking about drama of a girl in her class uninviting another girl to a birthday sleepover as Gojo dramatically responds with “NO WAY,” and “girllll”.

After Nanako pauses to catch her breath, dramatically breathing hard she stops walking which in turn causes Gojo to stop and Megumi who was holding his other hand.

“Dadtoru,” she asks, the nickname that the four kids worked together to give him given they had two dads, “Can you braid my hair tonight? Papaguru always does it…” She twirls her blonde hair around her finger giving Satoru the most puppy like eyes she could. Megumi can be heard in the background with a “tsk” and releases Gojos hand to catch up with the other two girls.

“Yes hunny, I’d love to braid your hair,” Satoru smiles and pats her head, grabbing her hand again to catch up with the other kids as they approach their building. The doorman smiles and greets all of them, but Satoru is too distracted by the fact that he now has to learn how to braid hair. He thought he’d always be able to get by because Suguru knew how to. He grabs a lollipop from the front desk and watches as the kids argue over who gets to press the elevator button today. “Megumi it’s your turn,” Satoru says quietly. He’s not really sure but he’s secretly his favorite so he pretty much gives him what he wants. They make their way upstairs, Mimiko singing some song they learned in music as Satoru takes a selfie in the reflective mirror surface of the elevator to send to his better half.

‘Suguru, look how good I’m doing at pick up duty!’ *1 attached image*

A few seconds later a ding goes off his phone ‘Nanako’s fly is down, Megumi’s shoe is untied, Tsumiki has her backpack hanging open, and Mimiko is just making a weird face’ He can tell Suguru is just kidding but he still is offended.

‘She was singing’ Satoru responds, ignoring the rest as the elevator dings open to their apartment.

“You know the drill, shoes off, wash your hands, homework at the table.” Gojo is in total dad mode on his day off, a rare day where he didn’t have a mission or meetings or teaching. Tsumiki being the oldest of the four helps them all wash their hands, and the four sit at the kitchen table, 6 seats, the two heads of the tables open for Satoru and Suguru. Gojo stands in the kitchen, chopping apples and celery, arranging a snack plate for the kids.

“Dadtoruuuu,” Mimiko whines, “you didn’t take us to your favorite mochi place like you usually do on your days off!”

Satoru chuckles and brings the snacks over to the kids, saying “papa would not forgive me if I ruined your appetite for supper again.”

The kids eat their snacks and go over their homework, Gojo helping when needed but mostly reading up for the mission coming up where he has to leave the country.

The kids finish their work one by one, the twins opting to play dolls with each other while Megumi plays on his iPad on the couch and Tsumiki draws in her room. Satoru gets started on dinner, taking over some responsibilities while he is actually here. He looks over at a photo on the fridge, a picture of him and Suguru with Rico Amanai, the star plasma vessel they saved and who is now one of the kids babysitters while she’s in college. That was their first big mission where it felt like they made a difference in jujutsu society. Next is a photo of Kento Nanami with all 4 children when they were much younger, hanging off his large muscular frame like little monkeys. He also helps out at times when Suguru has to work late and Satoru is not present. And last but not least, is a photo on Satoru and Suguru’s wedding day, Shoko Ieiri as their flower girl / officiant / ring bearer. She gets to watch the girls sometimes when they need a female in their lives (but not often, Suguru doesn’t think she’s a good influence).

As the pot on the stove simmers and Satoru comes back from zoning out about their past and hears keys jingling outside the front door.

Suguru Geto has become Jujustsu tech’s newest principal, and also has gotten into the high ranks of sorcerer society. He is wise, level headed, and ethical, in which everyone has respect for him. The story of how the two men saved these 4 kids earned them quite a lot of credibility, as everyone had previously seen them as immature teenagers being the two strongest sorcerers in the world. Principal Yaga decided his time was best spent elsewhere in the jujutsu world but still occasionally visits.

As Suguru comes through the door Nanako and Mimiko come flying down the hallway to greet him. He sets his briefcase down on the table, pushing his bangs behind his ear before picking both of them up for a big hug. Giving them both a kiss on their cheeks he asks, “How was school today my loves?”

“Good!” They say in unison giggling.

“How ‘bout you ‘Gumi?” Suguru glances over at the boy on the couch and the boy simply holds up a thumbs up. He walks into the kitchen, seeing Satoru cooking, and walks up behind him, wrapping him in a warm embrace and kissing the side of his head the best he could since he is a little shorter than the white haired man. Satoru turns around and gives Suguru a long kiss, to which the black haired man responds “hmm you missed me that much,” with their lips still partially attached.

“Yes I did. It’s so hard being a stay at home dad.”

“Toru, you do this like once every three weeks, give it a rest please,” he fake rolls his eyes and takes off his suit jacket, heading to their shared bedroom to change into comfy clothes. Satoru follows him, leaving his food unattended for a minute.

“So Nanako gave me some homework today,” he says watching Suguru raise his eyebrow at him in the mirror while he undoes his tie. “She wants me to braid her hair.” The concerned look on Satoru’s face makes Suguru chuckle while unbuttoning his dress shirt.

“I can teach you on Tsumiki. And then you can try on my head.”

Satoru smiles, “look at you, teaching me something for once.”

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After dinner it is bath time, bed time stories, and off to bed for the youngest 3. Tsumiki reads on her own, in which Satoru interrupts her “Hey can we borrow you for a minute?” The quiet girl quickly obliged following him into the living room, where Suguru has a mirror, hair brush, and some elastic hair ties laid out.

“Can I braid your hair?” Suguru smiles at her and she takes a seat on the floor sitting in front of him on the couch. Tsumiki continues her reading while Suguru goes through all the instructions.

“So first you have to brush everything through and make sure they’re no knots, just like you do with mine. And then you grab a decent sized piece from the top and separate it into 3 parts. Then you start alternately weaving them one through the other, adding a little chunk of hair from the sides each time.”

Satoru watches intently as Suguru’s large muscular hands work gently through the girl’s black hair. Her hair is a little longer than the rest of theirs so it takes a little while, but Suguru has been doing this for a few years at this point. He’s pretty confident he can do it, it may not be pretty but a braid is a braid right?

As Tsumiki’s braid is finished she stands up and gives both of her dads a kiss on the cheek before heading to her room. Satoru calls after her “lights out by 9 okay ‘miki?”

“Mhm” she responds back.

Now Suguru is sitting on the floor, flipping through the tv station patiently awaiting Satoru to play with his hair.

They both are reminded of a time in their high school when Suguru’s hair was shorter. He wore it in a bun with just his bangs sticking out, and after long missions he would ask Gojo to come lay with him in his dorm bed. Satoru always cuddled up to him like a koala, releasing his hair from the bun and running his fingers through it.

Satoru grabs the brush off the coffee table, gently brushing through his lovers soft long black locks. He follows the steps he was instructed and Suguru watches him in the little handheld mirror.

“You can pull it a little harder.” Suguru says.

“That’s what she said,” Satoru quips back and winks at his husband in the mirror.

It takes significantly longer than it should but by the end, Suguru’s beautiful locks are braided into a neat, precise French braid. The two proceed to cuddle on the couch and finish watching the nightly news.

“You’re such a good dad,” Suguru mumbles as he holds Satoru close.

“You are too,” Satoru smiles back at him, kissing his forehead.

In the morning Gojo has to leave a little earlier than usual for his teaching at Jujutsu high. He goes into the twins bedroom to wake up Nanako so he can do her hair. She sleepily follows him to the bathroom before realizing what he is doing. She has the cutest little smile on her face watching him concentrate to get her hair perfect. Right as he finishes Mimiko stumbles into the bathroom sleepily. “You want a braid too?” He asks and she nods as she wipes her eyes and yawns. 10 minutes later both twins have their hair braided and are eating their breakfast when Tsumiki comes out with her also braided hair, a little messy from it being slept on. Suguru is in the kitchen making lunches with his braid left in, likely because he forgot about it.

“I’ll see you at work babes,” Gojo pecks Geto on the cheek before rushing out the door, it being Suguru’s turn to walk the kids to school.

Satoru zones out in the elevator, thinking about his sweet family, 4 of them walking to school with matching braids in, and little Megumi with his spikey hair.

bonus: a rough sketch of it but Gojo looks like he’s on crack

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tiressian · 11 months

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part 9 of the satosho single parent au drabble series

notes: sensuality, extended drabble

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This is what happened while Megumi was hunting for the iPad charger.

"This means I win you know," Shoko murmured in between kisses. She toyed with the hem of Gojo's t-shirt, nails lightly scraping circles into his hips and enjoying the soft noises of protest he made. She wasn't 'technically' touching him if you went off skin against skin. Gojo called it 'cheating', but to each his own. (She was totally cheating, and he was totally letting her get away from it because they both knew he enjoyed it.) Aside from the stolen kisses here and there in the weeks following her birthday, she'd kept her touches chaste, and now she reaped the benefits of Gojo's withdrawal. Such was the reality of dating someone so tactile.

"The hell it does, this is just charity," Gojo mumbled against Shoko's mouth. All of his weight was supported by one arm, while his free one half-heartedly swatted away Shoko's deft ministrations. Shoko laughed and she felt his smile against her own.

"Charity.”

"Yeah, you looked cold."

"I'm wearing cashmere," Shoko said. "You're the idiot wearing a kid's size 6. How can you even breathe in that?"

"With great difficulty," Gojo retorted pompously and Shoko snickered. "And I misspoke. Your lips looked cold. Can't have that."

"You're so full of s—"

"Sugar? Ohhh baby I know." Gojo snickered as she poked him in the rib. His lips shifted to her ear. Shoko closed her eyes as he playfully nibbled at her earlobe. "In sports, this is what we call 'halftime'," he whispered.

"Oh please, you've never played a sport in your life."

"Yes I have, I got Rocket League on the PS4—" Gojo snorted as did Shoko when she poked him particularly hard, and they both laughed.

He went back to kissing her, slow, unhurried, like they didn't have a kid turning his room upside down for the iPad charger. There was a sudden heavy thud, and both immediately stilled, listening for crying. When it didn't happen, Gojo shrugged and resumed kissing her neck. His hand drifted to her hip, a thumb sliding under the hem of her sweater to trace over her skin. Soft, barely-there, enough to make Shoko shiver, and almost enough for her to forget why they were playing at delayed gratification in the first place. Eventually, Gojo lowered himself until he was cradled between her thighs, his chest pressed against hers. He hugged her, burying his face in her neck.

Distantly, Shoko could make out Megumi's footsteps and a high-pitched "FOUND ITTTT!" ringing out from the other room.

"I believe halftime's over," she murmured, stroking Gojo’s hair. Gojo grumbled. "I also believe I've found the 'charger.’ Front pocket. Unless you’re just happy to see me?” she teased.

Gojo chuckled into her skin and kissed just below the shell of her ear. “Shoko I’m always happy to see ya.” Shoko snickered. “We could go into overtime if you w—”

“FOUND ITTTT!” Megumi called through the hallway, and both of them scrambled, sitting up just as the latter stepped into the living room.

Shoko was impressed to find that Megumi had, in fact, found it; his tiny chocolate-covered fist wrapped around the wire. Even more impressive was the severity of Megumi's stare as he took in their positions on the couch. For a beat, it almost felt like they were sitting in the principal's office awaiting punishment. As the silence drew on, Shoko felt an inexplicable urge to tuck in her shirt.

"Fudge," Gojo muttered. "Forgot about that one."

Megumi’s gaze zeroed in on Gojo. "That's my seat," he said.

“Just keepin' it warm for ya boss," Gojo said, meekly shuffling away while Shoko barely managed to hide her laughter behind a cough.

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kentobean · 2 years

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jujutsu kaisen, the podcast

this only took like, seven months to finally finish. enjoy. warnings: swearing

in another universe, despite the fact that gojo gets on nanamin's nerves, he finds that he's able to speak gojo quite easily

it happens when nanami and gojo are meeting up for lunch. nanami's on a journey to find a new favorite cafe, searching for the perfect sandwich to bring into his routine, and in the mood for a conversation with gojo. they sit outside, nanami pulling his jacket off and hanging it over the back of his chair. he's rolling up his sleeves and gojo's cackling to himself quietly, setting up his phone to mess around (megumi's been calling him an iPad kid, whatever that means). nanami's starting to talk about his day, slowly easing into an interesting topic, and gojo's gotten his phone to stand with slipping and the camera's turned on him, mirth in his smile, eyes peeking over his sunglasses.

"the latest bane of my existence is the unnecessary emails that one receives about forgotten products in their cart," nanami grumbles after he's taken a moment to throw his head back, thinking that this cafe may be the one, but he feels it's too soon to tell. "I know I didn't purchase the products and I didn't forget, I just need a few days to convince myself it's worth spending money on."

gojo's phone is facing upwards and they're both unaware that gojo's phone is very much unlocked and streaming their conversation live, to gojo's thousands of followers. unknown that anybody else is listening, they both keep the conversation going, pausing in-between and letting the other speak so that he could get a bite of his sandwich in and have time to chew before his turn to speak came.

"you know what I like about emails now. it'll automatically filter through which spam email you don't interact and ask if you want to unsubscribe from them. I don't have to go down an email and scroll all the way to the bottom and looking for that tiny link to "unsubscribe" and re-enter my whole email," gojo mindlessly brings to the conversation, "such a pain when I'm in bed"

nanami gives gojo an incredulous look, sitting back, "can you elaborate" and gojo just gives nanami a dumbfounded look, asking, "nanami, do you not delete your spam emails late at night? do you not do a mass deletion? nanami..." gojo leans in and quietly, almost scandalized, "do you update your spam email every hour?"

it's in the evening after nanami's made his way into your apartment, brief case and paper bag in hand - a fresh sandwich from this afternoon's cafe, and gojo's called nanami's phone three times and calls yours for the fourth call ("how on earth did you get gojo's number?" "how did he get MY number"), that nanami answers the call and gojo's talking the moment the line connects, maybe even before.

"podcast. we should do a podcast. nanami. you and me. do you know what a podcast is? no, of course you do. not the point, nanamin, I think we would be great podcasters. after today's talk? oh my god, it would be perfect for us-"

nanami's looking at you, completely dumbfounded, mouthing the words "podcast?" and "today's lunch?" and you take the phone from nanami, muting yourselves whilst gojo still goes on about how nanami is just the man to have as a co-host in a podcast and knowing nanami, he'd keep his identity a secret (no one needs to know what he looks like). you explain that earlier in the day, around lunch, there was a notification that gojo went live and when you clicked on it, it was the most relatable and causal conversation about emails. that there may or may have not several comments asking if gojo and his mystery friend had a podcast, if the live was just a way to promote a new and upcoming project?

it takes several months of research - on good quality recording equipment, topics and subjects as well as educating themselves on those topics and subjects, listening to the structure of other podcasts, going through their respective schedules and setting time aside for both the podcast and free time (nanami would still be working his 9-5 and gojo didn't want to stop teaching at the school), researching how to edit and trying some trail runs (megumi offers to show them what programs he likes and how to save them and upload them - refuses to take nanami's money and quietly accepts the compliments on his skills) (so what if gojo transfers extra money to megumi's account, gojo would immediately walk away cackling any time megumi tried bringing it up).

after promoting the podcast for weeks on gojo, yuji and nobara's respective social media accounts, the big day has come. you can see that nanami's nervous. he's up earlier than usual, louder than usual with his rummaging through the kitchen, drinking one more cup of coffee than usual, not enjoying his morning piece of sweet bread but picking at it, little the flakes of the outside dropping onto the plate. you move to stand behind where nanami's sitting, hands on his shoulders and rubbing reassuringly, dropping a kiss to his nape then to the back of his head, one to his temple, and letting yourself lay gently against his back, you drop a kiss to his cheek, bringing your arms up to hug him from behind, and you kind of just lean the both of you forward. nanami hums mindlessly, closing his eyes in relief.

there's a small celebration for the start of the podcast. a dinner party at a restaurant that gojo's rented out and when getting to speech part, where they thank their friends and close ones for supporting their new big project, nanami kindly asks that his identity remains disclosed (as much as he hates his job, he still needs to make money - not that he didn't have faith in the podcast, but nanami's a realistic man. he hopes the day he can leave his job without worrying about income comes soon). gojo steps beside nanami when nanami steps out for some air, his eyes locked on the summer sky's purples bled into the pinks, welcoming night and gojo thanks nanami. it's quick, but meaningful. enough for nanami to say, "no, thank you, satoru."

nanami addresses gojo as gojo. gojo goes through two months of episodes just giving nanami different nicknames to use for him. each time they introduce themselves, gojo makes clear that yes, this is the same co-host, before dropping the name for that episode; salaryman, 7-3, 8-hour whore (gojo was feeling particularly risqué that day), ba-NANA. then nanami has enough and officially introduces himself as the other co-host, nanami.

their introductions shift from the simple greetings to gojo wholeheartedly, with little faux sniffles, opening the podcast with "the man I'm about to introduce has stolen my heart, my soul; he is my everything. his girlfriend is no competition to me, I know where I stand in his heart, nanami." and nanami greets the podcast and audience by replying to gojo, "the only thing I've stolen from you is your metro card because you don't use it. ever, gojo."

people don't really think of nanami as a playful person, but he has his moments and they typically occur when they're in the middle recording an episode together (gojo and nanami prefer to record in person together - but there have been few times where they couldn't see one another and recorded through video call). they're in the middle of talking about overpowering scents from body sprays and gojo makes a little comment that sometimes nanami smells like an old man when nanami gets a look in his eye and yuji, who is usually present, has to hold his laughter in when he sees the look on nanami's face before he starts his teasing. gojo's just finished talking about how he'll never understand people who bask in overpowering scents when nanami just, "gojo, what's the name of that brand? the one you'd always get the matching body spray and body wash for?"

"nanami... I didn't realize you liked me that much. to know what I use?" gojo says in a flirty manner.

"Axe. It was Axe," and gojo's face shifts into a look of betrayal, "do you remember when you'd spray yourself head to toe... even, well, you know" and although the audience cannot see what he's doing, nanami stands up and pretends to pull his pants open and spray his crotch area.

"it was better than smelling like sweaty basketball shorts"

"ass, you mean better than smelling like ass"

about seven months into their podcast, they've generated a large audience and there's potential to start making big bucks. you and nanami have been together for four years, in talk for moving in together (it only makes sense since you two only spend one or two days of the week apart). you know that nanami is it for you and nanami knows you are it for him. so there's talk about your future together. moving in what just the first step, but you've known each other for years. since nanami's long hair that swept over his forehead and a very angsty adolescence. years of mutual pining until you and nanami came to your senses at the age of 24, deciding that life is too short and enough was enough. after moving into a shared apartment, you make an off-hand (but secretly serious) comment while hanging up nanami's shirts

"you know, with the way the podcast is going, I'd understand you leaving your job" and you don't see the way nanami freezes, peering at you over his shoulder.

nanami doesn't say anything, he stays quiet and just watches as you move around, humming a little to yourself. he isn't surprised that you don't say anything else. he knows you know him, that he's processing the fact that you'd just told him to stop working the job he absolutely fucking despises and to just work on something he likes without having to worry about making money.

you're a dream. nanami doesn't have many dreams, but you are one of them.

it's their two part skincare episodes that gets them sponsors (until they hit their seven months mark, they weren't really thinking about the money that could come from having a large audience).

towards the end of the first part of their skincare episode, gojo reveals that he and nanami both use the tatcha overnight repair and how he got it for nanami because "the salary man is getting paid in stress wrinkles" and nanami's glaring at gojo the whole time, trying to get a word in to stop him but no success (nanami gives gojo a whole speech of promoting a brand for free and how products are going to be harder to come by and -) - "oh nanami's looking at me. I don't think I was suppose to give out our skin routine. it's fine, nanami, we'll just edit out" - which doesn't happen

the second part of the episode starts with gojo reading a notes app apology, "Hello audience. Last week, on the first part of our skincare episodes, I didn't realize ("yes you did" - nanami) that we weren't sponsored by those brands. So I have to make clear that we are NOT sponsored and this is based on our ("your") own thoughts." to which then nanami realizes doesn't make sense and starts to tease gojo the entirety of the episode,

they allow for a few seconds of silence before gojo breaks it, "Also, nanami's upset because you guys sold out the products and those were part a routine that took him a while to find! wait until we give out a code. I thought you guys were supporting us here? That one is on you guys, not me. there is no note on the app for that one"

one of their most successful episodes (aside from the skincare pt. 2 episode where nanami goes into a rant that it's completely and utterly ludicrous that skincare "for men" exists when they could easily use any other skincare and gojo admitting that the packaging of any skincare considered "for men" is "really not that great. we don't even get the cute stuff. it's like black or that black into midnight blue ombre with the words 'for men'") is the one where they share their experiences at their jobs outside of their podcast.

gojo goes into the details of how he loves teaching and he's grateful for his students. he admits he's still in contact with some of his first students and how he's grateful to have had any impact on any of his students lives just like they've done for him. he doesn't give the names, but he names the little habits he's picked up or little tidbit information he learned from some students that he still keeps in his head (mostly food spots they've recommended him from their adventures in Tokyo). gojo can admit that though he may really love teaching, he knows he may not have the best teaching skills, but he takes the moment to thank his students, even if they won't hear it, for putting up with him and letting him do what he loves while learning to be better

it's quiet for a bit before nanami releases a long exhale, pressing back into his chair and then sits back up, close to the mic and just speaks. admitting he's never had a dream job nor does he think that he has a purpose to live, only to just live and experience. he has money on his mind and his dream of retiring with a good amount saved so he can live stress free in the country side, somewhere peaceful and with scenery. nanami admits that he used to think that if he were to just disappear nobody would've cared, but things are different now. nanami doesn't go into much more detail, but he thanks the audience, for taking a chance on them and for giving him purpose.

when gojo and nanami make one year with their podcast and have gotten themselves sponsors, a large following, and start to see revenue coming in, the topic of nanami leaving his job comes up again.

it's a late afternoon when you bring it up again. the windows are open and you've just finished dinner together, lying on the couch. nanami's lying on top of you, head against your chest and body between your legs. there's soft music playing and you almost feel bad for bringing it up when he's so relaxed, but you want to see him like this all the time.

"nanami..." you start quietly, slowing the ministrations of your fingers against his scalp, "why won't you leave the office?"

you can tell he's hesitant to answer, his body rigid against yours, but you move your other hand to caress his back, eyes focused him. it takes a moment before nanami gently rests his chin on your sternum, your hand moving from his scalp to the nape.

and you know why, but you need to hear it from him.

he remains silent, his eyes looking over your face. you offer him a soft, encouraging smile, winking at him. the corners of his lips twitch briefly before he exhales.

"I have two reasons. The first being that throughout all the success we've seen with our project, with the podcast, I can't fight off the lingering fear that it won't last," he closes his eyes, "and the second... the second is that I have a hard time accepting no longer working for that shit job. don't get me wrong, I should've left long ago, but not having a stable source of -"

"I can support us," you simply state, cutting him off, "I make enough to support us both. I want to see you reach your dream"

it's no one's business but nanami and your's what happens afterwards. nanami expresses the guilt he feels if he leaves you to be financially responsible for the both of you, because it's not pride that stops nanami, it's that fucking guilt (is this too much to ask? what if get tired of me not working? what if the podcast isn't enough? what if he never makes enough? what if-) but you remind him of the sponsors and the revenue that they've started to see since the seventh month mark of their podcast. "I enjoy what I do, nanami. I just want the same for you, honey."

so what if the rest of the night was devoted to worshipping you, lips touching every inch of skin, hands smoothing over every dip, curve, and mark. his head between your legs, a man starved and getting a taste of a heaven, listening to the sound of the moans and wishing he could bottle the sound up.

leaving his job doesn't happen right away. it takes nanami a little over a month of working through that budding guilt and your reassurance for him to decide he's going to quit after the next pay check - no two week notice. that job doesn't deserve a notice. so at 4:55pm, nanami grabs his things (nanami doesn't keep much personal things at his desk so packing up is easy, everything fits in his bag) and pops into his boss's office, simply stating he quits and that his boss can go fuck himself for the shady shit they do at this job before leaving.

the transition is a little weird, but it's short - takes about a week. it starts with nanami sleeping past 6:30am and waking up an hour later. no alarm, just the sound of you moving around the room, the smell of coffee and breakfast. a quiet good morning, press to his lips, "breakfast is on the table. I'm leaving soon" and so nanami changes, eats, and waits for you, walking you to the train station. waits for you in the afternoon, too, to walk you home.

nanami's days now include plenty of time to experiment with his cooking (he's always been foodie) - he tries out dishes from different cultures. nanami's days also include doing things he enjoys. he's reading all kinds of books that he can get his hands on, exploring new areas of Tokyo, considering spending some time at the school (yuji has been trying to get nanami to come down at least twice a week - just to talk to him and nanami can't lie, he's almost convinced).

they don't change their podcast much as the time goes by. they keep the intros, they hire a few more people to help with the research but gojo's little flirty intros are still there and the random venting before starting their conversation topic is still there. but they have added some new stuff.

they have a little jingle play. nothing fancy, nothing long. simple and something both nanami and gojo like. there's been a few episodes where you've made random appearances and other episodes where they've somehow roped you into staying for majority of the conversation ("oh, I don't think they want to hear about me, love. this is your podcast") but you've noticed the smile that settles on nanami's face when you've been roped in to give your opinion by gojo.

it's when they're about to hit two years that they've decided to have a q&a. it's on an instagram live (their official podcast account) where they announce that the audience have two weeks to submit questions ( and although they can't see him, nanami asks everyone to be respectful and mindful of the things they ask). it's also the first time their audience sees you, peeping over gojo's shoulder, eyes wide at the viewer count.

that episode, you officially introduce yourself to their audience. a nickname that you go by with close friends. gojo jokingly mentions that they should just call you nanami as well, causing nanami to choke on his water, checks flushed pink (you've had the talk about marriage - both in favor, but there's no need for everybody else to find out) and glaring at gojo. you just laugh it off bashfully, giving nanami's hand a little squeeze before moving on to acting as the mc.

some questions you have to skip, others you have to show nanami and gojo before actually asking them.

"do we know what nanami looks like?" you read aloud, not fighting back at the smile as you decide to answer that one for them, "you might know if you've seen gojo's personal account, but it might be hard to figure out - gojo doesn't tag people" and nanami's never been more grateful for not having an instagram account

there's questions about how nanami and gojo met ("school" - "oh you should've seen nanami-kun's hair back then!"), if anything's changed from the beginning of the podcast ("yes, I'm living my dream. thank you," and you're so proud of them both), if they have plans to create any other forms of content, how the podcast has effected their personal lives, all kinds of questions.

three months later, nanami proposes in malaysia.

he doesn't get down on one knee. he places the ring inside of his book as a bookmark, asks you to hold on it while he starts to unpack your picnic lunch and you're curious. a bookmark like that? causing such an odd spacing? you can't help yourself and you hold the book up to your eye level, peeking in (like he knows you would). when you notice that it's a ring, you immediately let the book fall between your legs and look at nanami with glassy eyes. he's no longer laying out lunch, but his elbow is resting on his knee and his chin on his palm, an easy smile on his lips. it's dream-like, seeing him like this. relaxed, hair free of gel and face free of worry, of stress.

you come back engaged and the wedding happens a two months later. you've been together for years, you live together - why wait another few years to be bonded by a piece of paper? the ceremony is small and only close friends and relatives are invited.

a picture from your small ceremony is the only picture nanami uses to give their audience something to end their curiosity.

it's picture of you looking back over your shoulder, the biggest and brightest smile nanami's ever seen on your lips, at the camera. nanami's standing beside, not bothering with the camera, but his eyes are on you and there's a soft, admiring smile. your hand is clasped over his right elbow and his right hand is over his heart. gojo posts it on his personal account, captioning it "congratulations to the nanami's."

and nanami doesn't regret it. any of it. he wishes he did the podcast sooner. he's grateful for the bonds built between him and the kids (yuji, megumi, and nobara) because of this, how he and gojo understand each other, for gojo's friendship, for being able to live his dream and for the courage and strength that he's built from doing something on a whim. he's eternally grateful for it all.

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3spurrrr · 11 months

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Are they iPad kids? But I don't think I answer the question properly or consistently lmaoo

Yuuji: yes. Minecraft let's Plays all day. Is addicted to those tiktok reddit stories with the game play background.

Megumi: ....yes but watches things like Vsauce, lemmino, occasional reddit ice berg stories etc. Video essays, political commentary all that jazz

I mean... come on. His dad was deadbeat toji u think he didn't just give him an iPad as a kid to shut him up. Why do you think megumi is so tense all the time bro found 4chan and subreddits way too early...

Secretly loves those reddit stories too but thinks ALL of them are fake lmao

Nobara: she would much rather call a friend and talk and stuff. Maybe will put on some reality TV or a mukbang cooking videos or those jungle building a house out of mud vids

Gojo: YES ahhahahahahahahaha

I feel like he lives on twitch and I can see him being a gamer in his off time. He would much rather have someone around tho to talk to. Would love to sit around and gossip about dumb shit.

Would love storytime vids, also those mud house wilderness vids. Hates interviews and anything megumi watches lowkey

If u r dating him check his twitch for half naked gamer girlies :/

Geto: doesn't give a fuck tbh. Can sit down in silence, with a friend, with any type of yt video as long as he gets to eat the food he is good lmao. I think he likes music and just has music playing in his house a lot and eats while thinking about his life and his fucked up philosophies

Shoko: def a nobara type too. Heavy on the mukbang cooking vids. Occasional megumi educational video influence. Loves trashy reality TV for some reason but she is wasted all the time so it checks out lol

Yaga: yes... hhahaha I can see him loving Gordon Ramsey or those village cooking videos. Watches a bunch of diy videos on how to make plushies and some more videos on panda related things :)

Nanami: no. He reads the newspaper and just relaxes like meditating or something. I don't think he touches his phone for entertainment. Reads the news and some other articles on cultural shit and that's it. Gives major dad vibes. Lmaooo imagine him being like a top player in candy crush hahahahahahha

Utahime: bestie eats in silence with a book on her lap or gojo randomly talking shit in her ear

Doesn't touch digital things cuz she knows a lot of it is cancerous

Maki: kind of. She is obsessed with different health videos on how to get your body strong and martial arts, kinesthetics videos. I can't see her being obsessed with watching things tho. She is so busy with training and probably opts for quick meals or meals where she is with friends. Girlie is mindful and whatever

Panda: hahaha yeah hahaha But I feel like he loves his phone, is def a huge gamer

I think he might be a mix of everyone on this list

I can see him consuming all kinds of media, even unboxings and asmr videos and literally anything hahaha

Inumaki: yesssssssss definition of iPad kid lmao. He is very much like yuuji and gojo

Gojo, panda, yuuji and him play games on voice chat A LOT

Noritoshi: no. Look at him bro... he barely opens his eyes

Mai: is constantly on gossiping websites and spreads misinformation on those sites lmaooo

Yuutaaa: mf eats with his demon gf and just talks to it randomly. Watches a lot of movies and shows soooo probably an iPad kid? He is way too traumatized to not be hahahaha

Mahito: watches human rights violating porn all the time and lives on the dark web

Sukuna: honestly, he is an iPad kid in a non modern way. Would want someone to be infront of him and perform for him. Like singing, dancing etc. Even though it's sukuna I think mans is incredibly cultured and has a taste for those finer things

Choso: no. He probably just talk to his brothers all the time cuz they are inseparable. Also he has so much in his head to think about kinda like geto. If you suggested something to watch or showed him the internet he'd enjoy and find some niche. I think he is really into music and would turn into a micro celeb music critic

Toji: nah, his phone is blowing up with new job offers and he goes home to just sleep for a sec or have hot sex with a chic for money cuz bbygirl is just sometimes a whore.

If he did have the time to be online he'd be a slight mahito and then go and kill people who he thought took it too far. Other than that maybe also obsessed with half naked gamer girls on twitch and building mud houses videos

Todo: YES. He watches that idol girl all day everyday and God forbid he misses an episode

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I don't think any of them like those crime podcasts and videos cuz it's death around them all the time and most of the mystery deaths in jjk world is probably because of those curses and what they do for a living

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs

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Paruko Nanana; livestreams & podcasts on a computer, a phone, an iPad, a MacBook, and a headset all at once. "only someone like you could handle all that."waking up on chilly rainy mornings at 6 am after studying till 2am, so used to telling the camera to get your good side that you forgot how some liked seeing you with silly haircurlers in. drinking bubble tea; the joys of youth. can't stretch or flex for your life, but the Easter Bunny couldn't jump higher. your idea of comfort food is french fries in ketchup someone save you from yourself, healthy living is working & playing hard in your book, bicycling in gardens, affection badly expressed, using short forms & text emojis, talkative but comforting, conscious of other people's existence,"YOU. you get me."

Kazane Fujimaya: positivity post accounts, local thrift shops and flea markets, haggling good-naturedly. that specific moment when the sun starts to rise and you've hiked up to the top of some steep hill that smells of fresh bamboo and steamed chestnut buns. it's sunrise over calm waters and there are no clouds if there are you're in the wrong place. being a regular customer, would volunteer at pet shelters but you're allergic to fur, eating egg mayonnaise sandwiches with black pepper and dropping it on your lap, you'll never get that stain out if you soak it for the rest of your life. vegetable soup is so good you swear by it, feeling alienated from everyone by some really hurtful circumstance but going home to face it regardless. "hey, are you awake yet?"

Kuguru Uki: clay scent of contented pottery wheels, oven mitts, potwarmers, the way lavender hangs in the air over the blue that has yet to descend and bring twilight with it, getting ready to leave and sitting down to pull on your shoes over your feet in their padded socks. never yelling in case you startle someone nearby who's working. getting used to warmed-up rice balls in place of actual meals. inhumanly good at playing those claw machine games, even when they're rigged. "fifty points to gryffindor", sitting and revising your notes only to realise that your handwriting is embarrassingly rushed, redoing them although it's still readable. life's a balancing act and you are a champion. compromises. "there you are, I've been waiting for you!"

Megumi Mamakari: buying instant fashion from high-end malls, inhaling the aroma of cold-brew coffee beans in a place so cold your fingers are turning pink, mini whitebread tuna and lettuce sandwiches that crunch underneath your teeth, doing ballet as a kid and never tiptoeing again because your toes are still bruised underneath your socks. crawling under the bed because you take hide-and-seek very seriously. copying people's handwriting is a strange hobby but if it's not fascinating your hair isn't lemonade pink. the most starched out days when moisture hangs so thick you could slice it with a knife, the clouds are as grey as your jumper, lightning may strike any moment, that's part of the thrill. rollercoasters & haunted houses, "laugh all you want. you can't deny it."

Suzuha Amanosuzu: perfect eyeliner. flawlessly groomed, prideful with a reason, being the benevolent queen is difficult but you'll do it with grace and strength if it costs you your beautifully manicured fingernails. "End of discussion - there's nothing more to say" bubbly apple cider bursts against your palate, let it wash down the aromatic basil-topped lamb cutlet that's laid out artisan style on your porcelain plate. korean dramas and scandalous romance novels, you know the myths better than the history professor does, that doesn't disconnect you from reality. snapping a painted fan closed, elegant victorian fashion, stars coming out in a whole parade across the galaxy at 4am (you glow brighter than all, this is light pollution my dear), "what, are my feelings a concern to you?"

Ku Teito: flashy sunsets on the subway, riding on the carousel when the circus comes to town. big hearted only means your heart falls harder, darling; the air smells lonelier at night when you're out patroling on your lonesome: you always work yourself to the bone. chocolate roll bread fresh from the oven that your teeth sink into like butter. drafting reports by using the speech function because you'd rather use your hands to play Minecraft and Nitendo Wii games instead, you actually subscribe to legitimate music services instead of pirating. good for you. the world is so big and you could fit in a pocket of my hands, you need to be protected but only wish to protect others, selflessly, brightly, purely. it's not about the ego for you. karaoke master. "you can never match up to me, but go on and try!"

Mrs Fujimaya: making jokes that aren't funny. stop using your humour to cut wounds open in yourself; those who love you do not want to watch you bleed. i know you've been staying strong all through every trial, just a little longer, keep standing, please. having a picture perfect memory: the differences in the world you move forward through is as glaring as the sun to you, you are the closest to realisation you've ever been. keep going. popcorn salted dissolves in your mouth leaving only hard kernels of truth - the scent of flower pollen is one you'll never forget as you kneel in front of his portrait (in front of him at his grave.) days when you couldn't bear to open the windows and no one kept track of time for you, it's so hard being a mother who has to shoulder her little girl's pain on top of her own. "you don't have to worry, I can push through like a freight train."

Suzumi Mikado: the clouds are so much closer than you thought at first, green crocuses, leaves falling in a crochet pattern, beckoning storms and their irises of calm, the final light of the day, twisted paper cones of salted peanuts, tricoloured pansies, black tulips "you sure don't mess around, do you?" mad rollerblading skills, probably jogged every day before school, had a million graduation photo albums and her son's smile, bulldog terrier as a childhood pet, against light pollution, manic for radio dramas. constantly smells of hugging, how can someone smell like hugging? the one who eats door-to-door salesmen for breakfast, but charms the entire parent support group with your boisterous enthusiasm and courageous grace of carrying yourself well. you are a survivor. "you! stand up on your own two feet!"

Ageha: little white lies. the epitome of showbiz. slightly bizarre but you never want those clicking high heels to stop, champion of climbing trees. snakes and the divine are inextricably connected like the four beasts of the directions that protect a large snake coiled at the centre of the world (isn't that what you are?) time doesn't leave a mark on you, to you it is inconsequential my lady. spray that hibiscus perfume once again and watch me become enthralled by it. pancakes are a go to breakfast with your secret sauce that's really just citrus juice mixed with cream and vodka. kindness in the mask of an expertly carried theatre performance, or the rhythm of a street dancer, you bring tidal waves wherever you step. "you should know by now, that isn't enough to keep me entertained. show me something spectacular!"

Sofia Sakharov: compassion never picked up on, you prefer it that way. sticky food like homemade jam with the pips squeezed out, borscht and rye bread a familiar but not comforting texture on your pale tongue. days and nights blend together when you are the very essence of stars and the sun is right beside you - what more do you need? never have you ever been interested in the moon. putting up with things, a magenta that demands attention. unconsciously mimicking those around you and copying theur behaviour; it must be a pattern by now to blend in. that's all you've ever been asked to do. little ways of being rebellious. blunt and insensitive comments that scream for someone to try and uncover their source. tsarina of a thousand fullstops, sarcasm, matryoshka dolls,"who are you to lecture me?"

Terumi Kuchinawa: hungry looks exchanged between lovers. you probably learned french in school. speaking of that, slightly burnt french toast scarred like the sun's surface with a thousand pits, sweet and thick like a promise. here you are at the steps of the school waiting for the pigeons to take flight, over the rising light that illuminates your world (and you alone.) smell the cigarettes and stamp your foot at the irresponsible person who ruined your beautiful morning. where is the shyness and insecurity that you hide so well under the surface? oh but my dear you are a dragonfruit; when squishy, you burn with a whoosh of fire. not so innocent are you? your worth has pain dormant in yourself all the time you were searching for someone to give it to. "you're pathetic! but then, I guess you already know that."

#future card buddyfight #paruko nanana #terumi kuchinawa #ageha #sofia sakharov #suzumi mikado #mrs fujimaya #Kazane Fujimaya #suzuha Amanosuzu #kuguru uki #an opportunity came up to use my phone so here yall go

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