#naoya zenin romance

[darknight3904]

Through the Years

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴀ ɢʟɪᴍᴘꜱᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ (ɴᴏ ꜱᴇx) ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)

ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ. ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ᴏᴠᴇʀ 5ᴋ (ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ)

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

December 7, 2005 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)

"You know you're practically a senior citizen now."

Gojo's head whips around, insulted at the idea of being called old. Sure he's got white hair but he's just turned 16, not 61.

"You're only a year younger than me, y'know. You'll be 16 soon too." He grins

Gojo grins as you roll your eyes next to him.

"At least I don't have white hair already." You point out

"Whatever, at least I'm not two inches tall." Gojo laughs, resting an elbow on your head.

"I'm still growing!" You defend, angry at the idea of staying the same height forever. "Get your ugly arm off me!"

"I'll have you know my arm is gorgeous," Gojo says, blue eyes catching the sunlight as he easily matches your pace.

"Mmhmm." You roll your eyes

To keep it simple, Satoru Gojo got under your skin. Perhaps it was that annoying smile or maybe the fact that your clan notoriously hated his. All you knew was that he drove you insane and you wished he'd just disappear so he could never bother you again.

"Where is everyone? I thought we agreed to meet here at 4," Gojo whined next to you.

"Worried your boyfriend stood you up?" You tease. thinking of the dark-haired boy who was usually joined to Gojo's hip most days.

"Suguru would never do that to me." Gojo smiles, unwrapping a lollipop he had stuffed in his pocket.

"I dunno, what if he finally got sick of you, Gojo?" You say, knowing it was impossible.

A soft ding interrupts your conversation with the boy and Gojo fishes his phone out of his pocket.

"HA! Told you he'd never stand me up!"

Gojo's phone is obnoxiously close to your face as he prompts you to read his chat with Geto.

On our way. Nanami needed to be convinced.

Another ding sounds and a picture of your fellow first years pops up Haibara is dragging Nanami down the sidewalk by his arms.

"Idiots." You murmur

"I see that smile! You got a crush on Nanamin?" Gojo's voice fills your ears as his pointer finger pokes at your face

"Piss off, Gojo." You groan "I hope one of Geto's curses eat you."

April 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 15)

"You totally just cheated!" You accuse the blonde across from you

"Have you considered that you're just terrible at Jenga?" Nanami asked

"Have you considered that you just moved the table during my turn so you'd win and not me!" You groan

"It's just Jenga, Zenin. We can just start over." Haibara points out

"Not with a cheater playing." You roll your eyes

Haibara smiles as he begins to pick up the fallen blocks from the floor. You had been on edge for a few days now and your temper was beginning to get a bit out of hand. He had asked Nanami what he thought was the matter and the two of them had come to the conclusion that it had to do with your visit with the head of the Zenin clan.

"That's enough for today. I'm going to take a nap." Nanami declares

"Ugh, what a party pooper." Haibara teases, elbowing you.

"In case you forgot, Zenin here did me the favor of hitting me hard enough that I nearly passed out today in training." Nanami reminds the two of you.

Ah right, that. You had gone a bit too hard today sparring with Nanami.

"Oh, I forgot about that," Haibara says

"Yes. You should let Zenin get some rest. Her technique is draining, she's said so herself.

Sure, Phantom wasn't exactly easy to pull off but you wanted to keep playing. You wanted to kick Nanami's ass in Jenga.

"Alright. Let's eat dinner together tonight though. I have these awesome cookies in my room you'll both like." Haibara declares before following Nanami out of your room.

Perhaps Nanami was correct, a nap did sound enjoyable right now. A quick nap and then maybe you'd cook something to share with the boys tonight. Perhaps a couple of rice balls or maybe some chicken.

No sooner had you gotten comfortable under your blankets that your door swung open and Gojo was running into your room, Geto close on his heels.

"Satoru, you should always knock on a girl's door before barging in." Geto scolds his friend for you.

"It's fine, Suguru. It's not like she's getting changed or anything." Gojo grins looking down at you who had remained buried under your covers.

"And what if I was?" You scowl from your blankets

"I would've screamed in horror and asked Suguru to exorcise you." Gojo says flashing that oddly charming smile of his.

You're sure he could get away with murder if he just flashed those pearly whites.

You ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you sit up.

"I was about to take a nap but I guess it can wait." You say

"A nap? What are you four?" Gojo teases

"Yeah probably." You agree

"Not everyone is as energetic as you are Satoru." Geto reminded the white haired boy

"Yeah, what Geto said. Not everyone is a walking ball of energy." You say

Geto had always been your favorite of Jujutsu High's strongest duo. He didn't call you short or try to steal your food. Or maybe it was his long hair that seemed to always look better than yours.

Plus then there was that time Gojo snuck into your room to try and shave your eyebrows off. Sometimes you swore the elders of the Gojo clan were sending the six eyes user after you on purpose.

"Whatever, loser." Gojo said trying to reach and mess up your hair.

"Would you stop that! I'm not a child!" You groan

"Then why're you the size of one?" Gojo laughs

Even Geto laughed at that one as you shove Gojo out of the way.

"Why are you two even here? Can't you go bother Shoko for once?" You ask

"Shoko said you've been in a bad mood the past few days." Geto started

"So we've come to cheer you up!" Gojo finished

You watched wide-eyed as Gojo dumped the bag he was holding onto your bed. Every possible sweet fell out accompanied by different DVDs.

"For the record, I told him it was too much candy but he didn't listen," Geto says as Gojo riffles through the movie choices.

One DVD case catches your eye as Gojo argues with Geto about his sugar choices.

"Are you a Rachel McAdams fan, Gojo?" You ask as you hold up Mean Girls.

"Duh." Gojo grins before swiping the case from your hand to pop it into the player you had

"Raise your hand if you have ever been personally victimized by Regina George."

"Y'know you're kinda like Regina, Satoru," Geto says observing the movie.

"Am not." Gojo rolls his eyes sipping at his soda

"Sure you are." Geto smiles

"Yeah right." Gojo scoffs "Whaddaya think, Zenin?"

Gojo looked at you for an answer but was met with you asleep next to him, head resting on one of those massive stuffed animals you kept. You're drooling a bit and he can't help but think that you're a bit cute like this.

He reaches to shake you awake, determined to get your opinion on whether or not he is like a spoiled teenage girl.

"Let her rest. I heard that her and the other first years went pretty hard today training. Nanami took a big blow to the head from her using her technique." Geto stopped his best friend

"I wish she'd show me her technique. She explained it to me once but I still don't get it." Gojo huffed

"I'm pretty sure Phantom just multiplies her and then she closes the distance with her real body. I watched her use it on Haibara a few months ago." Geto explains

"Whatever...I still want to see it with my own eyes." Gojo declared

The TV hummed softly as they sat in silence while Regina George got hit by a bus after rushing out of her school.

"Why do you think she's been in such a bad mood recently? I heard her yelling about Jenga earlier." Geto asked

"I'm not entirely sure but I think it probably has to do with Nabito Zenin." Gojo said "His archaic way of doing things is probably upsetting her. I heard that she had some meeting with him recently."

Geto lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"Nabito is probably trying to stick her in some arranged marriage. I wouldn't be surprised if it was with his own brat, Naoya." Gojo elaborates

"You know a lot about the Zenin Clan, Satoru," Geto points out

"Well the last Six Eyes and Infinity user was killed by one of them, so I think I'm entitled to a little knowledge. " Gojo defends

"Yeah, yeah. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to her though, especially if you know what might be going on with her clan." Geto suggests

"I'm perfectly nice." He defends

"Yesterday you said you were going to shave her head in her sleep because she ate one of your french fries."

"I was joking!"

November 2006 (Gojo: 16 You: 16)

"Happy Birthday, Zenin!" Haibara called "Have fun with your family!"

You smiled and waved at Haibara and Nanami as you got into the car that had been sent to pick you up.

Fun. This trip would be anything but fun.

Snow was falling as you entered your childhood home. The soft scent of lavender filled your nose and calmed your nerves.

"You're back! I'm still cooking!" Your mother exclaimed as she emerged from the kitchen

"Yeah, there wasn't much traffic." You reply, trying to release yourself from her bone-crushing hug. Seriously with her strength, she'd probably be able to exercise curses.

"Go wash up. Your father will be back soon and he is bringing Nabito-san and his son." Your mother says

Dinner is quiet. Or rather you're quiet next to your mother while Nabito and your father discuss something about cursed techniques and something about Toji Zenin's kid.

"Your face is plain." the boy across from you suddenly says

Your mother momentarily freezes but quickly regains her composure.

"Yes well, sometimes plain features are best. Just think you wouldn't want every man looking at your wife." Your mother says

Did she just agree to you being plain featured? You looked like her for crying out loud!

"Whatever," Naoya mumbled before shoving more rice into his mouth.

What a pig.

You're not entirely sure why it's happening. Perhaps it was the dinner with Naoya that had your brain going crazy. But ever since you got back from your parents' home you can't stop staring at Gojo. Was it because he represented everything your clan hated? Or maybe it was because he was insufferably annoying? Whatever the reason, you swore he was drawing you in.

"You should stop staring. You might put a hole in his head." Shoko says

"I wasn't-"

"Don't lie to me." Shoko smiles knowingly

You definitely weren't staring at Satoru Gojo. Nope. Not in a million years. And you definitely didn't get butterflies whenever he looked your way. That would be ridiculously, ridiculous.

August 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)

"I don't get why I wasn't assigned with you two. I mean we're always going on missions together." You grumble

"They probably need you to help Gojo train more. Your technique is perfect for him to strengthen his Six Eyes, Zenin." Haibara points out

"It's just a grade two. We'll be back before sundown." Nanami assures

"Yeah, then we can watch a movie and get fat off popcorn," Haibara says

"I'm choosing tonight. I don't want to watch another Pirates of the Caribbean movie." Nanami declares

"But Jack Sparrow is so sexy!" You groan

Haibara laughs in agreement with you.

"See you later, Zenin! I can't wait to bully Nanami into watching Pirates of the Caribbean with you tonight!" Haibara declares

See you later, Zenin!

See you later.

You should've gotten into that damn car with them. Your technique was better than both of theirs. Maybe if you had...just maybe you wouldn't be staring down at half of your friend.

Geto was next to you, looking down at his body, He was silent, long hair blocking his face from you.

Nanami sat behind you, a damp cloth over his eyes.

"You need to rest for now, Nanami," Geto suggests, his soft voice filling the silence.

"Damn it. I should've gone with you two." You say, your voice dripping in regret.

"You could've gotten killed too, Zenin." Nanami sighs, his voice is tight like he's holding back tears.

A soft summer breeze blows through your hair as you sit on a bench. You had left Geto and Nanami with Haibara, not wanting to see the bloody sheet he was under anymore.

"Hey."

You glance up from where you had been picking at your nails, willing yourself to hold it together.

Gojo stood over you, hand stretched out with a piece of candy in it.

"I heard what happened." He said sitting next to you as you unwrapped the candy and popped it in your mouth.

"You wanna talk about it?" Gojo asked

"Not really." You sighed

"You don't seem too sad," Gojo said quietly

"I think I will be...later on. Once I'm alone." You say

"Yeah, me too." He replied.

Silence enveloped the two of you as you focused on the taste of the candy in your mouth.

"I gave you the green apple. It's my least favorite." Gojo said

"Thanks." You reply

September 2007 (Gojo: 17 You: 16)

In accordance with Jujutsu regulations, Geto Suguru is sentenced to death.

For once in his life Gojo Satoru is not buzzing around you like an excited puppy. You can see him, sitting alone on the steps of Jujutsu High.

The deaths of 112 people including his own parents rests on Geto's hands. You couldn't believe it when Nanami read the report to you. But now, seeing Gojo alone confirmed it.

You don't know what you're going to say to Gojo as you approach him. What do you say to the person who's just lost their best friend to a life of being a curse user?

"I know you're lurking back there," Gojo says

Damn it.

"I wanted to give you this." You mumble tossing him a lollipop before sitting next to him, probably a bit too close for someone who swore you weren't interested in him.

Gojo softly smiles and accepts the candy.

"Did he say what he wants to do next?" You ask

"He wants to exterminate all non-sorcerers from the world," Gojo says

An unattainable goal.

"That's impossible." You say

"That won't stop him." Gojo points out

A soft weight taps you and the sweet scent of Satoru Gojo's shampoo fills your nose as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll see him again. Even if it's not for a long time, you'll talk to each other again." You assure him.

"Yeah, I hope so," Gojo admits

His voice is a whisper in the breeze, a prayer for the future.

Christmas 2009 (Gojo: 20 You: 19)

"You have to stay quiet, Gojo!" You groan looking at your friend next to you

"This costume is so itchy though! The beard is gonna make my skin all red!" He whines

"Suck it up." You command

Gojo lets out another groan but helps you finish arranging the copious amounts of gifts he had ended up buying for Megumi and Tsumiki.

"Alright, it's perfect. Now go stand next to the tree."

Gojo listens to you and lets out a huff of embarrassment when you snap his picture.

"That better be for your eyes only." He says

"Oh definitely don't worry about it." You brush him off before quickly sending the picture off to Nanami and Shoko. They're sure to get a kick out of it.

"Remind me why I asked you to help with these brats again," Gojo says as he notices you sending his picture.

"Cuz' these brats would be dead if you were the only one watching them, Gojo." You say

"I'm a great caregiver." He says

"You wanted to get Megumi a pink tutu for Christmas." You say

"He would've looked great!" Gojo defends

"He would've set his Demon Dogs after you." You say

"Would not."

"Would too."

"Would not!'

"Would too!"

"What's going on?"

You and Gojo stop your bickering to see sleepy-eyed children hovering on the steps, dark hair out of place and a frizzy mess atop their little heads.

"Santa and I were just arguing about what cookie is best!" You grin

"That's not Santa. That's Gojo in that costume you ordered off Amazon last week." Megumi points out. "I saw the order details on your laptop."

Who the hell does this kid think he is?

"What? No! This is the real Santa from the North Pole!" You scramble

"Megumi, just go with it!" Tsumiki whispers to her little brother, "They obviously don't know Santa's not real!"

Is it a crime to toss a child out a window?

"The jig is up!" Gojo declares beside you as he rips off his fake beard. "Now let's get to the real fun stuff! Mistletoe!"

Gojo grabs a sprig of mistletoe from between the couch cushions. Curse him and his hiding spots.

"Pucker up, hot stuff!" Gojo says as he reaches for you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close.

"Gross." You say pushing his face away from you, you hope he can't see how red you are.

Why the hell was he like this? The past few months Gojo had been all over you. Be it flirty gestures or just plain Gojo weirdness, he was consuming every bit of you and you weren't sure if it was a bad thing.

"You're blushing," Megumi says

"Aha! I knew you wanted a kiss from me!" Gojo exclaims chasing after you as you try to escape up the stairs.

Seriously, is it a crime to toss a kid out a window?

March 2011 (Gojo: 21 You: 20)

The harsh slam of the front door wakes Gojo from the peace that had taken over the house. Megumi and Tsumiki had gone to bed and he was kicked back on the sofa, face mask on and Harry Potter was running on TV.

"I'm going to seriously kill that asshole one day." You groan as you rummage through the fridge

"I take it the meeting with Naoya didn't go well," Gojo said

"Didn't go well is the understatement of the millennium." You groan sitting down next to him a slice of cold pizza in one hand and a glass of wine in the other.

"Tell me about it," Gojo says pulling your feet into his lap.

He listens to you vent about your "fiance" and how annoying he is. Naoya wants you to cut your hair a certain way and to stop wearing the color red. Apparently, you also need to start wearing lipstick now according to the man as well.

"Honestly I hope he gets hit by a bus tomorrow." You groan "And what the hell is wrong with my hair?"

"Nothing. I think it suits you nicely." Gojo smiles, knowing it's true. You're as pretty as a picture even when you're mad at the world.

"Thanks." You sigh "That wasn't the worst of it though"

"Oh? What else did the scumbag say this time?" Gojo asked, genuinely curious

"Well beyond my appearance, he asked if I was still a virgin today." You say

"Are you?"

"Ow!" Gojo yelps as he rubs his arm where you punched him

"Yeah, I am you idiot!" You seethe, placing your wine and half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, "He's only asking cuz' he found out that I'm spending time around you and I guess he's worried about impurity."

"We're just friends," Gojo says "Besides who cares if a girl's slept with someone before? I know I wouldn't."

His words feel like glue in his mouth. Can you tell he wants to be more than friends?

"I know that, and you know that. But he must think I'm whoring myself out to you in exchange for a place to live." You say sadly

Gojo can sense that Naoya's words are under your skin and bouncing around in that pretty head of yours. A head that should only be filled with the happiest of thoughts, preferably ones with him in it.

"Hey, forget about him. It's none of his business what company you keep and what you look like." He assures, reaching his arms out to pull you into his side.

"He's technically my fiance y'know." You sigh as you let him reposition your body so your head rests on his chest. "I'm supposed to want to please him since he's a man."

There's that stupid Zenin clan mindset, that Gojo can't stand.

"Screw that! Pleasing someone just cuz they're a guy is so 200 years ago." He says

"Tell me about it." You groan

"I could just send a hollow purple his way if you want." Gojo suggests, fully serious "Just a small one. It would be the perfect way to get rid of him."

"And what? Start a full-on war between two ancient clans over me?" You laugh

"Of course," Gojo confirms, pulling you closer to him

To him, you're worth starting a thousand wars if it means you'll finally let him be by your side all the time.

"By the way, is that a charcoal mask?" You ask

"Yup. Got it from the mall today, gotta stay hot for the single ladies out there."

"Gojo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're a really weird guy."

December 2011 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)

"We have to stay quiet, 'gumi." The girl reminds her little brother

"What's the point? How do we even know they'll like this?" He asked

"Who wouldn't enjoy breakfast in bed?" Tsumiki asked

She had a point.

"Yeah, but Gojo and Zenin don't even sleep in the same room. So are we surprising them separately?" Megumi asked as he poured orange juice into cups, he didn't think he had the balance to make it up the stairs with a tray of food.

"Nope! I checked Gojo's room before I woke you up. They're in his room together. I think she had a nightmare or something last night." Tsumiki says, "And we're not supposed to call her Zenin, remember? She said we could just use her first name."

"Oh, right," Megumi says

The couple? No, friends? Whatever they were, the two individuals that had taken him and his sister in were odd. Megumi was sure that Gojo was insane or maybe missing a piece of his brain. Just the other day Gojo had dangled him out the window for asking why he owned pink underwear as a 22-year-old. It was a genuine question on Megumi's part. As for you, you were definitely his favorite. You didn't try to dangle him out windows or mess up his hair, and most importantly you didn't constantly ask about his cursed technique.

Gojo was definitely the more annoying out of the two of you. How you put up with him was a mystery to Megumi. Tsumiki had once said that there was a "budding romance" between Gojo and You. Megumi thought she was reading too many of those romance books you bought her. Of course, he understood why she was saying that. You and Gojo were clearly close to each other, not to mention sometimes you even slept in each other's bedrooms. And then of course there's the many times when you're cooking and Gojo would wrap his arms around you from behind.

Alright, fine maybe Tsumiki was right about the romance.

"Alright, they're done. What do you think?" Tsumiki asks as she places two plates of something on the tray that sits in front of him.

"What are they?" He asks

"They're pancakes." Tsumiki blinked at Megumi as though it was obvious

"Right, of course." Megumi didn't want to make her angry, after all the last time they got in a fight Tsumiki pulled his hair so hard he swore he was partly bald in that spot for months.

"Ok lets go. You get the silverware and the drinks." She says

Gojo's bedroom is so dark, that Megumi nearly trips on his own feet as he blindly follows his sister.

Tsumiki carefully set the tray of food on the desk that was covered in various papers and candy wrappers. Why was Gojo such a slob? Tsumiki pulls the curtains open so the morning light can invade the space.

Megumi carefully observes the pair in bed. Gojo's arm is wrapped securely around you and your head rests on his chest. Megumi finds himself wondering if his father and mother were ever like this. Not that it matters since he can't even remember either of them.

"Surprise!" Tsumiki shouts and Gojo's eyes fly open

"Whaaats going on?" You ask groggily

"We made breakfast!" Tsumiki smiles placing the tray in front of the two adults.

"I have orange juice." Megumi mumbles

"Oh wow!" You smile, rubbing at your eyes, and immediately sit up.

"What is it?" Gojo asks, white hair messier than usual.

Megumi knew it wasn't obvious that they were pancakes.

"Pancakes of course!" You smile at them and Megumi doesn't miss how you pinch Gojo and whisper "be nice" to the white-haired man.

"They have blueberries in them," Megumi says

Gojo's face falls at the idea of a breakfast lacking sugar.

"And chocolate chips." Tsumiki chimes in

Gojo's face is all smiles again as he cuts into the food.

"How is it?" His sister eagerly asks

"It's wonderful. Delicious. Thank you, Tsumiki and Megumi." You compliment

A wide smile breaks out across his sister's face and she grabs Megumi by the arm.

"Alright, we'll let you two eat in peace then." She smiles, practically skipping out of the room.

Just before Megumi closes the door, hushed voices reach his ears.

"Can I spit this out now? I don't think it's edible." Gojo asks

"I think mine has some eggshell in it." You reply

Hushed laughter follows and Megumi smiles to himself. Sure, the two of you were crazy but he wouldn't trade it for the world.

February 2012 (Gojo: 22 You: 21)

Gojo was sure he was actually insane. What the hell was he thinking buying this for you?

The ruby red box felt like a lead weight in his pocket as he approached you while you were slicing vegetables for tonight's supper. Maybe he shouldn't do this while you had a knife in your hand. What if you stabbed him? Well, his infinity would catch it, but still.

"Can I uh...talk to you?" He asked, well...no going back now

"Yeah, what's up?" You ask

"Can I talk to you without the knife in your hand?" He asks

"Satoru Gojo what did you do?" You accuse, immediately focusing on you

"Nothing! Why do you assume I did something?!" He cries

"Because the last time you started a sentence with "without the knife in your hand" You had encouraged Megumi to fight his school bully and then you got a call that Megumi punched a girl two years younger than him." You say

Oh right. He forgot about that.

"Alright well, no children were harmed this time. Now put the knife down." He said

You listen and he takes a big breath, he's going to need all the oxygen for this one.

"Look it might be stupid and I know Valentine's Day was last week but I got you something and I wanted to give it to you. I've actually had it since December but I keep chickening out" He explained fishing the box out of his pocket

"If that's an engagement ring I'll get the knife back out." You say eying him suspiciously.

"What? No! That would be crazy." Gojo laughs, he can feel his face burning. Fuck...he must be bright red.

"Alright good." You say taking the box

Gojo fidgets with the string that's sticking out of the sleeve of his shirt as you look at what he's done.

"Do you uh like it?" He asked

"I do. Why'd you get it for me?" You ask

Wasn't it obvious? He'd buy the whole universe for you if he could.

"You really don't have any idea?" He asks

"No...I don't." You say

Your face is relaxed, you're definitely not lying to him. You seriously have no idea that he's totally obsessed with you!

"Are you gonna say it? I still have to cut some carrots up." You sigh

Gojo lets out a noise that's so insane sounding he swears he got possessed by some evil spirit.

"I got it cuz' I thought it'd look great on you!" The words are coming out of his mouth like vomit, " And I really uh...uhm...I like you."

The last bit is so quiet he's sure you didn't hear it.

"Wow did I just get a shoujo romance confession from the Satoru Gojo himself?" You tease as his gaze remains fixed on his feet.

"Whatever. If you don't want it I'll take it back tomorrow." He grumbled

Silence falls over the two of you like a blanket and Gojo wishes he could bury himself alive. Of course, she's making fun of you! She's engaged! She's been engaged since she was 15! One necklace won't change that! Sure, her fiance was a total buttwipe but still...

"Satoru,"

His first name coming from your lips for the first time ever has his gaze snapping back up. He wishes that you'd say his name like that forever.

"I'm only teasing you. I like you too. I have for a while." You admit

"How long is a while?" He prods, suddenly filled with confidence

"None of your business, mister. Are you going to help me put this on?" You gesture to the box

Gojo is as gentle as he can be as he clips the necklace behind your neck.

"How do I look?" You ask

"Perfect." He smiles and pulls you towards him.

"I smell, Satoru. I haven't gotten to shower yet and I exrocsied a curse at a school earlier." You softly say

"Mmm, you smell good to me." Gojo says "You're always absolutely perfect. And now you're all mine."

An elated giggle leaves his body as he finally gets to kiss you for the first time. If only his 17-year-old self could see him now.

"That's disgusting."

You jump away from him and he wishes you hadn't.

"Megumi, how was school?" You ask and Gojo doesn't miss the way you're obviously flustered.

"It was good. Until I came home to see that." He says

"Well get used to it cuz' you'll be seeing a lot more of it." Gojo grins as he pulls you towards him and tosses an arm around your shoulders.

"She's all mine now, little man. You're not allowed to give her a Valentine's Day card ever again!"

"Satoru, stop that!"

"So are you two finally dating?" Tsumiki asked hopefully

"Course' we are. You don't come home to two people sucking face and expect them not to be officially a couple."

Gojo deserves the punch to the stomach you give him before resuming your vegetable cutting.

Next Part

Series Masterlist / My Masterlist

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Chapter 1: From Tradegy to Fantasy - Awakening in Another World

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

Next Chapter ->

„Are you reading those strange stuff again…What was it called? Manga?”

“I’m only watching the anime because of that hot blindfolded guy.”

You don’t even try to look up from your phone, currently reading the newest publication of the Jujutsu Kaisen manga over some sketchy site online. That hot blindfolded guy…You’ll never understand why some girls are only watching Jujutsu Kaisen because of him, Gojo Satoru. This world has so much more to offer, so much more than this overpowered character not even Gege himself likes.

“It’s not exactly reading”, you mutter, so sunken into the drawn fight in front of your eyes that you simply can’t look away.

“(y/n), come back to reality. We have some classes to attend.”

Out of instinct, you roll your eyes. You’ll probably have to listen to that one professor who always talks about himself and simply reads through his presentation for three hours straight, not even allowed to look at your phone and do something useful instead. Urgh, being an uni student sucks.

“Give me a minute, I’m just finishing this chapter.”

When your friends start walking, you follow them without paying attention. This is it, the fight you’ve been waiting for. Maybe this time someone is able to defeat Sukuna, maybe this will be the day you’ve been waiting for. Fuck plot armour, fuck all the horrible things that happened last, all the beloved characters that had to die. Damn, you still miss Geto to this day. If they would have noticed sooner, he might be still alive-

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!”

You always wondered about how death must feel like. Getting consumed by darkness, getting dragged into sheer empty space. Does it hurt? Will you die right on the spot and feel absolutely nothing? What about that myth about reminiscing your own life shortly before your death?

The second you looked into those blinding car lights, you knew exactly that you are next, that there is no way you’ll survive the hit that will sweep you off your feet, that throws your body into the air like a plastic bag.

How pathetic to die like this. Getting hit by a car while being glued to the sketches of fictional characters on your phone. What will your parents say, your family, your friends? You don’t want to die like this, but still…

You allow your eyes to rest against your harsh light, your phone dropping to the phone. You can’t escape the hit. Maybe, just maybe, you will wake up in a better world.

If stuff like that even exists.

When you open your eyes again, you brace yourself for an immense wave of pain hunting down your body, for getting greeted by those way too harsh hospital lights. But instead, your eyes open with ease. Instead, you get greeted by the dim light of a golden chandelier in and a well-painted ceiling in all different shades of purple.

“Where on earth…Am I?”, you mutter to yourself.

The second you look down on you, your heart drops to the floor. You aren’t wearing a pair of leggings and an oversized tee like you always do. No, you are covered in the softest white fabric you ever felt from head to toe, an elegant lavendel ribbon tied around your waist. And that delicate jewellery...

Immediately, you yank out of bed and almost trip over the hem of the white dress, coming to a stand in front of a mirror.

This isn’t possible. No, this has to be a feverish dream. Maybe they put you into coma after…

You swallow hard, reality hitting you with full force. You died. As soon as the car hit you, you were dead right on the spot and you knew it instantly. But why does everything feel so damn real? Frantically, your hands wander around the sweaty face that looks back at you in sheer horror through the mirror, stare at the lavendel eyes that don’t look like yours at all. But those facial features, the way your hair falls.

Is it…you?

A violent scream escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, guts turning so uncomfortably that you feel like puking every minute. This can’t be true. This can’t be your reality now…Just before your feet give in, you grab the cool golden frame of the mirror, allow your spinning head to rest for a second.

“Lady Zenin, are you alright!?”

That distant voice, who is it talking to? Lady Zenin…Like Toji, Mai and Maki Zenin? Maybe you didn’t die but got kidnapped into a pervert cosplay party. Slowly, you turn around, face sticky in cold sweat.

But the man standing in front of you doesn’t look like a creep at all. No, he’s a truly elegant man. Maybe in his 50s, but it is clear that he’s taking care of himself. His eyes look at you worried, his gloved hands stretched out in order to help if you fall.

“Where…Where am I?”, you press out.

This isn’t your hometown. Fuck, this isn’t even your home country, not even your timeline. The stuff in this room looks so old and somehow magical, let alone that dress you’re wearing.

“I don’t understand, Lady Zenin. You are in your room”, the man replies visibly worried.

“What country?”, you probe.

“My lady, we are still in Avaloria…Are you feeling unwell? Shall I call the doctor-“

“In Avaloria. And I’m Lady Zenin…”, you mumble to yourself.

This doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t pay that much attention to geography, but you know for a fact that Avaloria isn’t a real country and that your last name definitely isn’t Zenin. But oh that last name is definitely familiar to you, so familiar that it’s frightening. Suddenly a shiver runs down your spine, dark foreshadowing letting your fingertips shake.

“What is my father’s name?”

You don’t want this answer. No, all you want to do is waking up from this dream, from this nightmare. You aren’t a lady, you aren’t a Zenin. You are nothing but plain (y/n) who adores anime and manga a little too much and still goes to university. You are nothing but a normal young woman.

“Your lordship…Your lordship is called Naobito Zenin, my Lady”, he stutters.

“And my brother’s name is Naoya, huh?”, you huff out.

This has to be a bad joke, right? What is this man, a stand-up comedian, maybe? You cross your arms in front of your chest, force your body to stop shaking. You need to put this madness to an end right now.

“Yes, exactly my Lady!”, the man in front of you literally cries out in relief while the ground is pulled underneath your feet.

No, nothing about this is right. These men, their names…They are nothing but an invention by Gege Akutami, nothing but drawn figures in a book adapted into an anime. They are nothing but fantasy, nothing but fiction.

“B-But…”

Your voice fails as your mind can’t process anymore. Is it really possible that…You were reincarnated into a world like this?

“Are you causing a scene again, sister?”

You don’t recognize the voice speaking behind you, but something inside you tells you that if you turn around, you will be greeted by…

Cold, sharp brown eyes.

Your very own orbs widen in sheer horror. Those dark green roots, the annoyed look on his face, his tall muscular frame. He looks exactly like the manga made him appear. But instead of wearing a kimono, he is dressed in a black uniform with golden and purple details.

“You’re looking like a fucking prince…”, you breathe out.

“Are you trying to upset me, (y/n)?”

“Master Naoya, the lady doesn’t appear like herself today. Shall I call the doctor?”, the older man speaks with low voice.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

He grabs your chin before you’re able to stop him, his cold glare hitting you with full force.

Naoya just touched you. Fucking Naoya Zenin is standing in front of your very own self, his fingers wrapped around your chin, staring at you so intensely that you feel like fainting any given minute.

“Don’t you dare to mess today’s meeting up because of your weird acting. It took father and I months to arrange a meeting with that lousy prince. Let’s hope that he finds liking in you or else I’ll marry you below your status”, he hisses into your face.

“You can’t just arrange my wedding. Who the hell do you think you are?”, you spit into his face out of instinct.

“All the attention must have gone to your head, (y/n). Who do I think I am? I am your big brother, father’s right hand. And you are nothing but a woman. Your only worth is to marry into a wealthy and influential family. I will never understand why the prince of our country found a liking in you. Apart from a pretty face, you have nothing to offer.”

He yanks your chin away roughly, forces you to take a few steps back and almost sends you onto the floor with the sheer force of his fingertips. Your body quivers in anger, hands balled into fists so tight that your knuckles stand out white.

“I don’t need a prince, I know my own worth you fool!”, you demand.

“Who taught you to talk like this? You are a lady, (y/n). Finally start to act like one or I will tell father about your behaviour. Maybe a venesection will cause your mouth to finally shut, what do you think?”

“A vene-what?”

“Urgh, just be quiet and get yourself ready. You will meet the prince as soon as you are presentable. And don’t you dare to disappoint us”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

And then he’s gone in the wind while you stand in the middle of the room, still unable to catch your shaky breath. Who the hell does this guy think he his? Where exactly are you, what world is this? Your head begins to spin so violently that you fear to lose your balance, your whole life crashing down on you like a house of cards.

This isn’t 2024 on mother earth anymore. This…this is something completely different. And that man who introduced himself as your brother made it all too clear that there’s no way you’ll survive here if you don’t play along. Maybe it’s like in that anime you just watched, the one with the girl names Raeliana. If that’s the case…

“Please call in my maids. I wish to be dressed”, you speak out monotone.

“Of course, Lady (y/n).”

You will play along. But there is no way in hell you’ll let him force you into a marriage with some strange prince you don’t even know. Your eyes are fixated on themselves, the new lavender color gleaming back at you being so unknown as well as all those women who scurry around you.

Who is this prince, anyway? If you’re really in some strange jujutsu kaisen verse, it must be another character. Maybe Geto…Oh, that would be nice. But what if it’s Sukuna? You shake your head, haunt away your stinging imagination. No, you won’t marry the king of curses. Actually, there aren’t many men you’d like as your husband.

How is this supposed to turn out good?

-at the salon-

You feel like fainting any given minute, heart pounding so roughly against your well-dressed ribcage that every beat sends a shiver down your spine. If the man standing in front of you isn’t called Geto or Nanami, you don’t want him. And apart from that…Aren’t you too young to marry anyway? Why does your family want to get rid of you so badly?

“It is so nice to finally meet you in person, Lady (y/n).”

Your heart drops to the floor.

That voice.

Fuck. It’s no doubt that it’s him.

“Let me introduce myself properly: I’m Prince Satoru, the future king of Avaloria.”

The second your brother steps aside, you get greeted by bright blue eyes and a cheeky grin.

This is Gojo Satoru, that “hot guy with the blindfold”, one of the last men you’d like to marry even if he’s dressed in a fine suit with red and blue details. Out of instinct, you cross your arms in front of your chest, narrow eyes staring him into the ground. You will never understand the hype behind his smile and eyes when it’s all too clear that he’s a player, a womanizer. A man like Gojo Satoru isn’t the husband you were imagining, not the man you were looking for since you were a child.

“I’m not marrying that man”, you announce into the silence of the room.

Soo, this was the very first chapter of my new series and it makes me beyond excited! So please, if you enjoyed it, it would make me beyond happy if you like/comment/reblog that work of mine and let me know what you think. Thank you guys so much for your constant support, it means the world 🤍

Tags: @m0k0k0 @lees-chaotic-brain @sanicsmut @risuola @fire-loving-siren @sunshine7queen @gatitam @kentocalls

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[sassooda]

Can we all take a moment and just imagine…

Come read the revised chapters of your favorite wild 18+ only AU on Web Novel!

If you drooled upon seeing them, you should come read my naughty versions of them!

Adults Only!

The first 90 or so chapters are on here but all the newest releases are exclusively posted to Web Novel and they're of much better quality ❤️

Love yall! ❣️

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Heyoo-! Can I request Yan! naoya for a reader who is like Julie joyful from welcome home? (+ bsf! gojo is like Barnaby from welcome home-!) Thank you for your time!! 💗💗

-💗💗 anon

Aaah. I don’t know who that is but I guess I got the power of google on my side, hey, hehe! And also, another Naoya fan! I cannot believe that he has fans with how horrible he is

Yandere! Zen'in Naoya

Naoya didn’t realise until now that he loves women that are upbeat and silly. He fell for you on the spot when he saw you with Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru

Naoya eventually gets closer to you, pushing past your friends rather passive-aggressively and treating you like you’re undead Royal. He just can’t help himself, he needs to be around you constantly

He develops a mind-destroying obsession over you and your personality. He has never met anybody as beautiful as you and he can’t lose you to anybody like your friends so his obsession corrupts him as a whole

Naoya is very angry, irritable and vile to everybody, other than you, where he is as sweet as candy and as gentle as a kitten. He is quite touchy and protective alongside his switchcard character. He is nice to you but mean to everybody else

He won’t let a single breathing human being touch you at all as he clings to you constantly and he is ready to throw hands whenever he feels is needed. You’re his and only his, those incompetents can’t even look in your direction

The way you’re always ready to play and Naoya simply adores it. You’re so cute and your playful nature is something he wants to protect to the best of his ability. He also loves joining in as to not break your heart

He does hate Gojo and Geto a lot for how quickly they have your attention and affection. He is a member of the Zenin clan, he has everything a simple-minded woman could ever want but you don’t view him the way he wants you to and it frustrates him

Naoya wants more than anything to kill Gojo and Geto but he just simply can’t. Both are too powerful for him to handle, and it’ll hurt your heart so reluctantly, he grits his teeth through seeing them when he is around you. Whatever, you like them and you’re happiness is important to him

Naoya is very controlling and tries to directly force you into avoiding your friends. They’ll both ignore and forget about you, just get rid of them before they break your heart. He is even more manipulative and with his sly silver tongue, he can make you spend more time with him

Your cute childish demeanour has Naoya’s heart in a ironclad grip and he doesn’t plan to allow anybody make you let go of that. They’ll grovel at his feet before that happens

#jujutsu kaisen #sorcery fight #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk sorcerers #zenin naoya #naoya zenin #jjk naoya #sorcery fight naoya #anime and manga #headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere romance #yandere #yandere headcanons #zenin boy #naoya x reader #naoya zenin x reader

[smokeyfuzz]

Make Me

note: story takes place where Jujutsu Tech is a university and all students are 18+. reader is early 20s, gojo is late twenties/early thirties. he is a professor at the university and the age gap is close to 10 years.

Warnings: age-gap, toxic relationships (toxic ex, slightly toxic satoru), eludes to power imbalance dynamic, SMUT, oral (f), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks), some violence, maybe I’m missing something else - I don’t know

 

Y/N leaned against the wall of the indoor training space, watching as Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki squared off. It was an amusing match, watching the two clearly annoy one another. Next to you stood Megumi Fushiguro, who unlike you seemed less interested in the series of events unfolding before him.

Your eyes trailed past the two training students, and in the distance you see Satoru Gojo watching his students beneath a pair of dark-rimmed glasses, studying their movements and tactics as he silently critiqued their methods. You took a hard swallow, the fight before you becoming a thing of the past as you took in his tall, lean form. 

He had chosen to forgo his usual school uniform - instead wearing a long sweater that hung loosely around his shoulders, exposing his muscular trapezius and collarbone, his legs decked out in a pair of slacks and sneakers. Having grown so used to seeing him in his school uniform - the sight before you was unfamiliar, his hair hanging loose and unkept. 

You were staring too long - you knew it, captivated by his good looks. Good looks he knew he had too, ever so cocky and prideful when it came to his appearance or power or status because who was society to tell him otherwise? You forced yourself to look away when you felt yourself begin to flush further - inappropriate thoughts slipping into your mind. He was your teacher. You had started Jujutsu Tech, a college for sorcerers recently. You were a year older than your peers, who were either 19 or 20. 

You let out a frustrated sigh to yourself. In truth, during your time at Jujutsu Tech Gojo had been relatively good with you all as students. He treated you all less like his students and more like colleagues, trusting you all with missions or learning things on your own. It was like he didn’t see the point in treating you any other way when the world you already operated in was so dangerous. It was like the knowledge of the danger also made him not care that he could spend days hanging out with his students, going shopping or out to eat, or in the case of Megumi - antagonizing the holy hell out of him. He even was there for you when your boyfriend broke up with you, leaving you for a girl he had cheated on you with named Mikasa. Him and Yuji basically broke your door down, ice-cream and movies in arms, ready to console you while Nobara stormed in, threatening to kick the guy’s ass who had broken your heart. When nearly a week passed of your mood being sour, he had been the first person to make you laugh and smile after your heartache. 

It was unfortunately in that moment that you began to see him differently, something in your heart stirring and thumping more wildly as time went on when you were in his presence. 

Suddenly, Kugisaki landed with a thud near your feet as she let out a painful huff and you blinked, your mind drawing away from your thoughts as you noticed the girl crumpled at your feet. You watched her move to get up, but Gojo stepped in, interrupting the training as Kiyotaka Ijichi entered the room. 

You watched him speak to the faculty member before stepping away and turning to his students. Throwing on a smirk, he placed his hands on his hips dramatically as he announced you all would be joining him on a mission. As his gaze flickered around the room, watching his students' reactions, you couldn’t help but feel them stop and settle on you. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you noticed the corners of his lips pulling further, and you could’ve sworn it changed to one of a more mischievous nature. It had you blushing furiously as you looked away, still feeling his eyes burning on you. 

"Oh yeah!" Itadori cheered, fist pumping the air.

"I wonder where we're going? What stores are there?" Kugisaki questioned, momentarily forgetting about just losing to her friend.

"Finally," Fushiguro said, although his voice displayed no actual enthusiasm. 

* * * * * 

You found yourself and your friends arriving at a small village in Japan where you had to exorcize a curse. Gojo had long abandoned you all - his usual style - in search of or to-do God knows what. 

When you had arrived at the curse site you all believed it was going to be easy. You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

What you all had believed going in was going to be a relatively simple task turned out to be a much worse and tedious endeavor, with you all facing off against a special-grade and many annoying lower-level curses that had been drawn to the chaos. 

You all held your own for a while, but one by one you began to break under the pressure. When you went to combat against the special grade, you were instead hit hard and sent you flying through the air. You ended up colliding into the lap of Itadori and knocked the wind from both your lungs.

You both struggled to get up, Itadori refraining from using Sukuna even in his own sorry state of blood and bruises - as per request from Gojo as by now he had already consumed quite a few fingers and the vengeful spirit's power only grew - and yourself a heaving mess, where at some point you were pretty sure you ended up with a concussion, blood streaming down your face and deep gash along your right side. 

You looked to your other friends - Fushiguro was using the Max Elephant, but even when he managed to get a hit on the curse, he was matched with an equal-level hit. Kugisaki was also a mess like yourself, fighting alongside Fushiguro's Divine Dog: Totality where she was surrounded by lower-grade curses.

"This isn't working!" Itadori yelled out, annoyed with his fists balled at his side, slightly taking on a blue hue as he gathered curse energy. 

You heard Kugisaki dispel the lower-grade curses behind you, making her way towards yourself and the others, joining your ranks. 

"We need to get out of here," you said, although you had a feeling that was not what Itadori had in mind. "Get help. If one of us can, then maybe -"

Before you could finish your sentence you were all hit with another blast of cursed energy sending you each flying. You landed with a thud in the distance, your vision blurring as it grew darker by the minute. You managed to see Kugisaki running towards you worriedly, the figure of an unmistakable man appearing behind the special-grade curse, a cocky smile on his face and hand on his hip. 

"Gojo...?" you murmured before passing out.

* * * * *

When you finally woke up it was not in the bedroom you had rented with you and your friends for this mission. 

You were also sore. God were you sore. You sat up slowly, wincing at the pain you felt in your head and all over. However, when you reached up to feel for the source of the blood from earlier you found no open wounds - simply a small scar near your hairline. You noticed your clothing had changed as well - now appearing to be in an oversize shirt. When you shifted you felt a sting on your side, and remembering the gash from earlier, you lifted the shirt slightly to see a scar along that as well before letting it fall back to your thighs. Evidently someone had used a reverse curse cure on you.

Now that you knew you were relatively okay, you surveyed the room you were in, realizing it looked like your rented space but had some differences. For instance, the queen size bed you laid on was one, the jacket thrown over a chair another, and the table in the corner that was home to what looked like shopping bags.

You knew it wasn't Kugisaki's room, you guys were sharing a space just like Itadori and Fushiguro were. That left only one person...

"Gojo!" you said, startled as the bathroom door opened and he emerged, dressed in his school uniform from the waist down but his top half in nothing more than a loose fitting dark long sleeved shirt, sleeves rolled up. His hair was down and damp, sunglasses replacing his usual blindfold. He must’ve just finished showering, you thought. 

"You're up," he noted, crossing his arms with what looked to be a small smile.

You were still processing being in his room. This had to be inappropriate, right? Not like you exactly minded, but still...

"I'm in... where are... what happened?" you could barely form a sentence, a million questions flooding your brain. Were the others okay? Why were you in his room? What about the curses?

He let out a light laugh, crossing the space to look out the window that oversaw the village in the distance, hands in his pockets. You couldn’t help but notice that despite his cheerful attitude, he sounded a bit… off. Like he was forcing playfulness instead of conveying his true thoughts: concern. You blinked, confusion registering across your features as you tried to discern if those feelings had been for you when you finally realized he had been talking, his back to you as he took in the scenery before him.

"...The others are fine. I told them to go out, let you rest - I'd keep an eye on you in the meantime." He turned around at the last part and you felt your cheeks flush at the statement. There was no way he didn't know you had a huge crush on him. Goddamnit, you thought.

Rather than risk further embarrassment, you decided it was probably best you try to get out while you can, before you did something totally stupid. Like admitting your feelings to someone clearly out of your league in every sense.

As you slipped yourself out of his bed, you found yourself suddenly losing your balance, light-headness crashing into you and making the room spin. Gojo was on you in seconds, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you towards him to lean on him for support. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the feeling in your head, hands gripping his biceps.

You didn't realize what had happened until a minute later when you blinked, taking in a hard breath at the proximity of his body flush against yours, his intoxicating scent making you dizzy again but for completely different reasons. 

He didn't say anything for a minute either. Instead you could feel his fingers slightly digging harder into the sides of your hips; you had a feeling they were going to leave bruises at this rate. Suddenly the air in the room felt heavier, smaller even. As if he could sense it too, you heard him clear his throat, his hold not squeezing you as tightly but still remaining.

“You really shouldn’t be moving… or standing right now.” The seriousness in his voice surprised you as you forced yourself to look up at his eyes, but it was hard to discern whatever they were conveying with his sunglasses shielding his vision. 

You gulped, pulling slightly in his grasp as you remembered your change in outfit. “I’m fine…” Then: “Gojo, where are my clothes?”

He was ushering you back onto the bed, and despite your momentary resistance, you fell back onto the sheets, legs hanging exposed over the side. Your hands slipped away from one another and you found yourself craving his touch. 

“We had to get them off of you, there was a lot of blood.” Your heart raced at the thought and then you realized the shirt you were wearing must be his - as it felt too large to be Megumi or Yuji’s. 

“Oh.” You said softly. 

He kneeled in front of you, surprised by the action as he surveyed your features. “How do you feel?”

You tried to calm your nerves, your fast racing heart, but found it increasingly difficult, especially when he reached out and gripped your chin softly, tilting your head to inspect what you surmised to be his handiwork. 

“Y-you did fine,” you praised and he nodded, but he seemed to not believe you. You let out a small huff and, before you could stop yourself, grabbed the hand holding your chin by the wrist, your hand sliding up so your thumb pressed into his palm. The intimacy of the act seemed to not be lost on either of you, yet still you pressed on.

“I’m fine, Gojo, really.” You weren’t sure if you were convincing him or yourself at this point, because although your battle wounds had healed, at this moment you did not feel fine. You were happy to be in his presence, but you were both adults and neither of you were dumb enough to not realize how this situation looked, how the room felt between you two, how bad it could be for him.    

And yet you both remained where you were - you grasping his hand, your chest lightly rising in bated breath, and him in front of your bare legs. You tried to suppress the thoughts gnawing at the back of your head - lean in, kiss him, hold him, touch him - but you felt paralyzed, consumed by them, by him. You can’t do this - this is wrong. Maybe in another year, when he isn’t your literal teacher. You bite your lip and don’t miss the way his Adam-apple bobs at your action. Maybe your crush wasn’t quite a one-way street, a memory flashing into your mind as you began to rethink the moments within it:

Your hands were placed on your hips, a smirk on your face as you tried to hide your slight annoyance by him. He wasn’t really making you mad - not really as your heart raced from the way he smiled down at you. 

“Gooojooo,” you whined, watching as he only laughed lightly at the exaggerated reference of his name. “Give me back my phone.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. You seem a lot more interested in it then the work,” he replied, jumping back as you tried to swipe it from his tall grasp once more, but instead falling (unsurprisingly) short to his tall frame and reach. “I mean, what could possibly be more important than this.” He references the environment around him and then himself.

You roll your eyes, suppressing a laugh. “I’m expecting a call.”

“From who?”

You narrowed your eyes. “I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you smirked. When he continued to hold your phone away, you gave in and finally said: “It’s just some guy...”

You didn’t know it, but you miss the way he bristles from your words. He knew it was wrong - you were his student, only just turning twenty, but he found you captivating. It didn’t help that despite your status, you were in more ways than one treated as a colleague to not only himself, but other members of staff. Worse still, this made him react in ways he didn’t always intend.

“Some guy? Doesn’t even have a name?” he’s interrogating you now, but you miss the way he seems jealous, managing to make it pass as curiosity. 

It had only been a few months since you and what’s-his-name had broken up. He had been a real piece of work and Gojo absolutely hated him, hated how he hurt you. He (and the others) were the ones that were there to pick up the pieces, but even then the damage had already been done. Surprisingly, you leaned on him a lot those few weeks - and he let you. Things had gotten exponentially complicated for him in that time span - and so the days he wasn’t with you or the others, he was spending it killing curses or trying to forget you when talking to some woman at a bar, just to try to forget the feelings. 

You make a grab for the phone again and he’s so lost in his own thoughts that he misses the action. Unfortunately, his own delayed reaction has you trapped as he grabs your waist and you lose your balance, both you falling onto the ground. You fell onto his chest and you blushed from the proximity before quickly rolling off him as you sat up. He seemed to be momentarily distracted by the action too and you took it as your moment to grab the phone from his hands, your fingers lightly grazing against one another.

He chooses not to mention the intimate act, although his body reacts in a way that tells him to do otherwise, and leans up on his elbows. “Really, who is this guy?”

You shrug, not wanting to admit it was your ex. He truly was toxic, having late been trying to get back into your good graces. While you had started to get over him - you were only human, having shared a few years of your life with him. 

Your phone pings and Gojo doesn’t miss the name that appears on the screen. He lets out a frustrated sigh and you give him a guilty look. “Y/n,” he tuts. 

“It’s…complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated about it, he’s a dick and he hurt you. He doesn’t deserve you,” Gojo says the words so quickly that he hopes it doesn’t betray the feelings behind them, praying he’s coming off more concerned and less jealous and possessive. 

Next thing you know he’s grabbing your phone again, asking you to unlock and refusing to answer why until you finally give in. He types a quick message to your ex and then throws it towards you after sending it.

“Gojo!”

You read the message he sent, shocked by the action. It was a simple message: I’m seeing someone else. Lose my number. 

You look up at him and he shrugs, seemingly unbothered (although that couldn’t be further from truth), blushing from the boldness, from the lie you were no longer single. Meanwhile, he’s trying not to let his energy come out in waves at the thought you and your ex were texting one another, the potential of reconnecting. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure.

He stands and extends his hand to you, pulling you up as he says: “Come on, you have training soon.”

You blinked as the memory filled your brain, your being. Had he been jealous? You notice the way his fingers begin to lightly brush against your own hand, careful and soft. As if testing the boundaries himself, both of you lost in that very moment. You felt yourself start to lean forward, also blurring the lines. Your lips so close to his that you could feel his breath when -

“YUJI ITADORI!” 

It was only when you heard the sound of Nobara yelling obscenities in the hallway at Yuji that you were both pulled back into reality. Your hands fell away from one another and you leaned back as he stood, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“You should get back to your room,” he said, moving away from you. You couldn’t help the pit that formed in your stomach at how cold he sounded, detached as if you hadn’t just been holding one another. “I’ll be gone the rest of the day - just drop off the shirt when you’ve changed.”   

You opened your mouth about to argue, but found no words as you shakily stood. This time, he didn’t move towards you and you managed to regain your balance on your own, feeling a bit of yourself die on the inside as he kept his gaze away from you. 

“If you start to feel weird, let Ijichi know. He’ll be taking you all back to the school tomorrow anyways.”

You gave a meek nod, before moving past him, hand stopping on the handle of his room as you looked back before slipping back out and across the hall to your own room.

* * * * *

Three weeks had passed since the incident in Japan and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You tried to push the thoughts away, burying yourself in work as Nobara watched on curiously. When you had returned to your hotel room that night, she found you upset but you refused to talk about it, having long changed your outfit and left Gojo’s shirt in his empty room. So instead she let you be, told the boys it was a girls night, and tried to distract you. Since then you had only told her you were still recovering and just felt under the weather and she seemed to choose to believe you rather than press further.

It also didn’t help that during this week, your ex texted you again - out of the blue - after months of no contact. He sent you kind words, sounding genuine and interested and you couldn’t help but find solace in the moment after weeks of Gojo avoiding you as best he could. At least before the night in that hotel, Gojo treated you as a friend - now you felt like a nobody.

So here you were sitting in a bar you had long forgotten the name too, a cocktail in front of you and legs crossed, the black dress you had thrown on sitting high on your mid-thighs. Next to you? You ex, whose hand had found purchase on your knee as he kept murmuring how great you looked, how much he missed you, wondering how you had been, and how much of an idiot he was for leaving you. You blushed from the compliments, already a bit intoxicated from what had to be your second or third cocktail - a mix of a number of different boozes and something sweet that had you going back for more rather than (smartly) pace yourself. 

“Admit it, you’ve missed me,” he murmured, hand slightly rising up your knee and resting near the hem of your dress as he gave a gentle squeeze. “I’ve missed you,” he purred as he leaned into you. 

“I-” before you could finish your sentence you felt a familiar presence fall into your orbit. You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to know who it was. 

“Naoya,” he greeted your ex, sounding clearly annoyed as he leaned against the counter behind you. Close enough you could smell his cologne, feel his arm find purchase behind the back of your barstool as his touch briefly grazed your back. He never liked Naoya - granted, many of your friends didn’t either. Again, he was a mistake you unfortunately had the habit of coming back to when you were at your worst. 

“Y/n, surprised to see you here.” You didn’t miss the way his smile seems somewhat forced, momentarily taken aback by the fact he was not wearing sunglasses or his usual wrap.  

As if he hadn’t been actively avoiding me the last few weeks, you think to yourself bitterly. The alcohol is starting to mingle with your senses to make you care less than usual. You let out a scoff that Naoya seems to miss, but Gojo picks up on. He chooses to ignore it - for now.

“Gojo,” Naoya says cooly, having a shared hatred for the man behind you and clear annoyance because he was quite apparently cock-blocking him.

The bartender approaches the three of you and Gojo places an order - and you're surprised to see him also ordering alcohol, something you knew he hated. He turns back to you both, eyes on Naoya as he asks his next question, although it sounds like a statement and is obviously directed at you. 

“So you guys are dating again.”

Naoya smirks and shrugs, not granting an answer to him and you sip at your drink quietly, avoiding the gaze of both men as you feel him give another gentle squeeze to your thigh. Gojo doesn’t miss any of it, his jaw ticking at the action before the bartender interrupts you all once more with Gojo’s drink. Your eyes flicker to him briefly, watching as he takes a drink of the hard liquor. You look away when he catches your gaze and he sets the glass down, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

You don’t know what overcomes you in that moment, maybe it was annoyance you felt from him recently as he had been so actively out of his life that he felt he could push his way back in, but you place your hand over Naoya’s, gently running your fingers over his a somewhat suggestive manner as you take another sip.

“I’ve missed him,” you say, but you're not looking at Naoya and you know it’s lie, instead watching Gojo with a piercing look as you remembered the moment with the phone, deciding to test the waters. 

Naoya is smirking behind you, not quite picking up on the subtleties between you and Gojo - not aware of the fact the two of you were in some weird lovers quarrel when you weren’t even together in the first place. Gojo matches your gaze with his own, but you don’t realize the coldness behind the gaze, the way you seemed to strike something in him that left him restless and angry. 

“How’s Mikasa?” Gojo asks suddenly, looking over your shoulder to Naoya. 

You feel yourself tense at the name as Naoya’s hand slips from your thigh. You can’t help but feel the emotions that flood you at the mention of her name - no less coming from Gojo, the man who had helped you get over the heartache in the first place. He said it so casually, so cruelly, knowing it would hurt you. 

“We broke up,” Naoya says plainly, obviously irritated. 

“Didn’t cheat on her too?” Gojo asks after another sip of his booze. 

Naoya bristles at the words and you can’t take anymore of it. You slip out of the barstool, grabbing your purse.

“I need to use the restroom,” you say softly, brushing past them both before either can stop you. 

Rather than using the restroom, you slip out the backdoor and into the alleyway, the cool night air hitting you as you take in a shaky breath. It helps in sobering you up as you feel the tears pricking at your eyes, threatening to spill over as you quickly wipe them away. Fuck Gojo, you thought bitterly. You begin to walk home and it doesn’t take long for the familiar steps of your teacher to be close behind you, calling your name.

You choose to ignore him until finally he catches up to you, hand grabbing your wrist to stop you. You pulled your arm away from him, recoiling from touch as if it physically hurt you. He didn’t miss the action, momentarily hurt as he took in your appearance - eyes red where they threatened to spill over with tears - before he masked his emotions.

“I took it too far,” he noted, hands shoving into his pockets. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away from him, too upset to meet his gaze, afraid you would concede to his apologies. A part of you knew you shouldn’t have entertained the idea of your ex, and low-and-behold, life was sure to remind you of the fact.

“Just leave me alone, Gojo,” you sighed. “You’ve been doing a stellar job so far.” 

You turned away from him, making your way back to the school. He instead followed close behind you.

“You can do better than him. He cheated -”

You whirled on him then and he stopped, nearly colliding into your smaller frame. “Yeah, I know. Mikasa, right? I wonder how she is.” You mock, anger and pain coursing through you as the events of the previous weeks and tonight coursed through you. You didn’t even fight the tears that spilled over your cheeks. 

“Y/n,” he began.

“We aren’t friends Gojo, we aren’t dating. We aren’t anything. You’ve made that painfully obvious the last few weeks. You're my professor.” You don’t mean to let the dating-word slip, but it does and at this point, you're too hurt to care. Fuck if he knew you liked him, because it was painfully obvious he didn’t know what he wanted. “So, Seriously Gojo - just leave me the fuck alone right now,” you snapped and whirled around, leaving him behind you.

* * * * *

You laid on the mattress of the hotel room you had rented, alone on your own solo mission while the others were busy on a mission together. It had been a week since the events of the bar and Gojo apparently seemed to be taking your words to heart, leaving you alone. 

Your friends’ didn’t miss the awkwardness either - the way Gojo and yourself had been barely interacting with one another for the better part of a grand total of four weeks now - since this whole mess had started.

You had swooped up this mission as soon as you heard word from Yaga about it, and after some consideration, he allowed you to go out on your own. Ijichi was with you too of course, but he was too busy with his own work to bother you. You didn’t mind him, truthfully, you actually found him somewhat endearing. But the last few days have left you emotionally exhausted and craving solitude. Besides, you had just spent the better portion of the day finding out all that you could about this curse - including sympathetically listening to others tell you the horrors of the location you suspected the curse to be. You were drained. 

A knock on your door stirred you from your thoughts and you sat up, clad in a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized sweater that once belonged to Megumi (you stole it), having immeditality changed when you got back. Documents were strewn along the small dining area where you had earlier been taking notes, trying to better access the curse. When you opened the door you couldn’t help the way your heart did somersaults.

“Gojo, what are you doing here?” you asked, surprised to see your teacher. He was dressed in more professional look, white button down with rolled sleeves, dress pants and shoes and a small bag in his hand.

“I brought a peace-offering,” he gestured toward the bag. “Can I come in?”

You hesitated for a moment before stepping aside, letting him into the room as you shut the door behind you. You leaned against, watching him survey the space, your fingers toying at the fringe on the end of the sweater’s sleeves. 

He turned back to you, holding the gift out. You grabbed it from him wordlessly, peering inside to see a small box. You pulled it out, opening it to see inside a simple silver necklace adorned with a simple letter in an aquamarine gemstone: G. 

You looked up at him incredulously. 

“You deserve better,” he stated simply, hands in his pockets.

You watched him quietly, momentarily shocked into silence until finally you found your voice. “Gojo…” you warned and cleared your throat. This man had sent you on a whirlwind as of late - no way did he think he could simply barge in here and buy his way into your good graces. To essentially admit his feelings this way.

“And that’s you?” you finally asked, picking up the jewel for a moment before closing the lid of the box and setting the gift down onto the dining room table. You deserved an Academy award for the performance you were giving - containing your range of emotions, keeping a level-head.

He moved towards you slowly and you felt yourself shift in his presence, heart racing. “Gojo…” you warned again. 

“Forgive me,” he pleaded, stopping in front of you, too close for it to be appropriate. His hands slipped from his pants pockets, one suddenly cupping your cheek, stroking it gently and you couldn’t help but lean into the touch. “Forgive me,” said again, this time untying his wrap and letting you see his azure eyes, hair falling wildly in front of them. 

“I hate you,” you said softly. You didn’t actually mean it and he knew it, but the words still hurt him just a little - especially when you were the last person he wanted hating him. Your eyes grow glassy, but no tears fall as you let out a nearly inaudible shaky breath. “I should hate you.”

“Forgive me.” His voice is more hushed now, and you notice the pleading tone it takes. His eyes are soft, vulnerable. You realize then that perhaps you weren’t the only one suffering these past weeks.

You can’t help the way your heart flutters, the way you remember the time he has made you laugh, has helped you. For some reason, it triumphs through the heartache, the rejection you had felt from him, because you were never really his in the first place.

“I forgive you,” you say - and you mean it. It’s done softly, as if to remind him you can only handle so much more before you break and he seemed to understand. 

His hands fall away from you and you try to ignore the closeness of his frame to your own, afraid of further rejection of him if you were to instigate anything. He features seem to relax from your words, taking on an unreadable look as he watches you.

“The necklace is beautiful,” you note, glancing over to it in an effort to change the subject, to escape his gaze. You weren’t dumb when you read the letter G - you knew it was Gojo’s way of showing you were his - you guessed specifically to Naoya. It felt more like a gift for him than yourself, but it was pretty regardless and you felt yourself turn shy at the thought he was only confirming your suspicions.

Your risk meeting his gaze once more, a small smirk pulling at his lips with the knowledge you like his gift.

“I’ve got good taste,” he teases and you have a feeling he isn’t just talking about the necklace with the way he takes you in.

You give a small smile, remembering earlier as you play with your hands.

“You didn’t answer my question from earlier,” you noted, maneuvering your way around him as you moved towards your bed, his eyes following you.

His eyebrows raise and you repeat yourself. “You said I deserve better… does that mean you?”

You blush under his gaze as he reads you. He realizes now, if he were to openly say it - admit to a year’s worth of suppressed feelings for you - he would be finally passing that line he had been trying so hard to avoid. But as he watched you now, the way your skin flushed under his gaze, your exposed legs, the small smile playing at your lips, he felt all voices of reason leaving his mind. And he knew he’d be lying if he said the only reason he showed up at your hotel door was for salvaging your relationship when in truth it was more. It was accepting his feelings of you. You consumed him, in his dreams, in his thoughts. He couldn’t escape you and he finally realized, accepted that he didn’t want to.

He moved towards you slowly and you couldn’t help but squirm under his gaze, until finally he stopped in front of you, hand finding purchase on your hip, right near your scar. Your breath stopped as you felt him rub circles along the material of the sweater, always just a few centimeters away from the imperfect flesh. 

“What if did?” It’s suppose to be a statement, but his tone is suggestive and curious to your reaction. He watches as you flush below him, seemingly trying to regain control of your thoughts but failing.

You gulped, not sure what to say. You didn’t anticipate his answer.

“Y’know it's rude to stare,” he joked and he’s hoping you don’t notice his nerves, that you won’t reject him like he rejected you before. The way his adams-apple nervously shifts as he waits for your response despite his teasing smirk and mischievous glint to his eyes that suggests complete confidence (when in fact, he did not feel 100% confident).

You blush further at the statement and open your mouth to say something, but find yourself at a loss for words.

Somehow you find your voice, looking away shyly. "Shut up," is all you muster to say, and you know how lame it sounds compared to his charming and teasing personality. He lets out a small, relieved laugh and you move to hide your face in his chest, an action that surprised you from the ease of which you did it and that left him momentarily pleasantly shocked as well. His other hand found purchase on your waist and you placed your hands on his biceps as you pulled away.

You were watching both your feet, too shy to meet his gaze as your hands traveled down his forearms carefully, knowing you should let go. It was one thing to admit your feelings, it was another for either of you to act on them. 

You didn't realize the moments of silence that had passed. He seemed to be momentarily taken aback by your words, eyebrows raised and an amused smirk on his face. But then you felt another shift in the atmosphere, until finally he said after a moment of silence, of him thinking to himself: "Make me."

Your eyes snapped up to his, your mouth hanging slightly open in surprise of his words. His tone was all kinds of serious and dangerously seductive, his voice going slightly deeper. 

"Gojo..." you said surprised, but your voice came out as a squeak more than anything and you feel yourself drawing slightly closer. Was this really happening? Do not act like a lovesick idiot... do not act-

"I said make me," he said again, stepping forward to aid in bridging the space that had grown between you. You can feel his breath on your face, his lips so close. His breath smelled both sweet and minty and you briefly wondered what snack he had found himself eating before you woke up. 

You stare at his lips, your cheeks burning and heart pounding with desire. You feel dizzy again. All logical reasoning is quickly leaving your mind and you know you are in danger of doing something ridiculously stupid. 

"We shouldn't..." you find yourself murmuring, and you know despite what you're saying, you don't actually want this to end. 

He knows what you're saying is true, it’s the rational thing but he's smirking again and his tall frame is leaning down into you until you can almost feel his lips grazing your own. "So. stop. me," he teases, enunciating every word with a methodical and slow purpose, voice even more husky with want. 

You feel as his lips brush against your own lightly, along your burning cheekbone and finally near your ear. “And call me Satoru.”

You shudder from his touch, goosebumps forming alongside your skin. You can’t help the mewl that passes your lips, “‘Turo.” 

The nickname you say has him shifting uncomfortably, his pants growing tighter at the sound of his first name gracing your lips.  

Although he’s already broken so many moral codes as your professor, he needs to hear you admit your own feelings, your own want - no, need - for this moment. He needs your permission before he takes this any further. He needs to know you're okay with this. 

You swallow, your mouth dry, breathing heavily from the possibility of this moment. From him. You watch as you slowly drag your own hands down his forearms, nails lightly scratching him - not enough to leave marks, but feel almost ticklish. Your body felt like it was five steps ahead of your own mind, but all actions and thoughts seemed to be heading in the same direction regardless. 

You hear him groan, both of your bodies shuddering under your touch until finally you place your hands over his own that are on your waist. His hands are huge, fingers are long and slender. Your hands are small in comparison, and you find yourself suddenly self-conscious. By now he has pulled away to be looking back at you and you can feel his gaze on you once more.

You slowly look up at him, and you notice his expression is less playful and teasing; now more soft and serious. You simply watch him for a minute, gathering up your courage to finally just give in. To allow yourself some happiness in what has been an otherwise chaotic and heartbreaking year. Naoya had destroyed you, Satoru had hurt you, and work was hell. What made your relationship with Naoya even more difficult though, and what made Satoru’s statement from a week ago hurt worse, was the fact he knew Naoya was your first. First love. First partner. First everything. And Gojo had been the light in an otherwise bleak feeling, despite him being your professor. The thing was, Gojo never felt like that. Not for a single moment. He always felt like a friend, and sometimes your hero. You admired him, respected him, wanted him. Damn the consequences if there were to be any. 

"I know what I want," you say, voice barely above a whisper. Despite being soft-spoken, your confidence shines through. "I want this. I want you."

That was all he needed to hear. Within seconds Gojo has your waist pulled tightly to his, arms snaking around your and hands resting on your lower back. Your own arms coil around his neck, hands lifting to run through his hair. He moans into your mouth as you slightly tug and his own hands slip further down your back before resting on your ass. The kiss is passionate, his lips soft and molding into your own. It was at this moment you realized the mint you smelled earlier was actually his lips and the sweetness simply his breath. You groaned.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N," he says, his lips leaving your own. You let out an impatient moan and he smirks against your jaw, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses until he reaches your neck.

"Patience. You don't want me to punish you, do you?" he smiles into a kiss. You can barely mumble out a no, but even then you feel like his punishment could not possibly be a bad thing. 

You moan, tugging his hair to bring his lips back to your own. He lets out a light laugh, ignoring his own previous statement to enjoy your own lips on his once more.

You can feel your whole body becoming flustered at the series of events, only imagining Gojo's own need when it is all but confirmed when he slightly switches his posture while he kisses you, feeling the tent growing in his pants against your lower stomach. He moans at the shift, but you can tell he is still hesitating, not sure on whether to take it further, to go to the extent that he wants to. You smile into your kiss. It was strange to think Gojo may have a more softer, sensitive side like this and even then you weren't sure how long this would last as things continued. After all, Gojo's usually cocky nature felt like it may carry into the bedroom, especially after everything that had just happened in a matter of a few minutes. Right now though, him giving you some control seemed to be his main thought process. 

You pull away briefly and pause and look into his azure eyes, darkened by his desire for you. For a minute you felt as if you could be perfectly content being lost in those eyes. "I want this," you say again, but this time you start pulling him towards the bed, you falling onto the mattress, fingers laced through his belt. You look up at him, body already forming hickeys along your collarbone and lips red and swollen from your kisses.

The site of you staring up at him like that - so honest and open - he has to resist the urge to rip off both your clothes then and there and fuck you to oblivion, although it was his end goal. He smirks at the thought, and now that he knew what exactly you wanted, he didn't plan on holding back.

He slips out of his shirt, revealing his own muscular body and you bite your lip, legs squeezing together, only adding fuel to the flames of his ego. He was literally perfect, his exposed skin devoid of any imperfections. His pants hung low on his waist and you couldn't help but notice the white happy-trail that traveled down his navel and past those same pants.

He's leaning over you with such dominance now and you can feel your own heat from your core growing as you find yourself flush against the bed, legs hanging over the side. He's on top of you now, face hovering over yours as one hand rests at the hem of your shirt, toying with it as if he was actually contemplating removing it, smirking mischievously. His other arm rests above your head, keeping him supported above you and entrapping you in his large, warm frame, large hand wrapped around your delicate wrists to hold you in place. 

He can’t help but suddenly think about the week prior, how he hurt you, how Naoya touched you. The fact you had been talking to one another again. He absolutely hated that fucker and adored you. The idea that those same lips were able to kiss your skin, feel your touch, fuck you. If he could - and he could/should - he would kill Naoya for the hurt he caused you. But that's another time. For now, all he could think about was showing you how much he loved you, how you deserved only the best, and that he was so damn sorry for hurting you. 

"You're mine." It's said definitively, without question and an unwavering sense of arrogance.  

You find yourself nodding, but that doesn't seem to be enough for him at the moment. He begins leaving a trail of kisses along your face, your jaw, and neck, but actively avoiding your lips as you let out a small whine that was only overshadowed by the moan of pleasure you also felt. His lips felt like whispers against your skin, so teasing, and you find yourself grinding up against him and you can see him try to contain his own sounds of pleasure.

His hand near your shirt slips underneath and you feel his fingertips dancing along your stomach and hip bone. It wasn't enough though.

"Say it."

With a shaky breath, you manage to finally say: "I'm yours."

His lips crash on top of yours and you feel the hand under your shirt traveling upwards, leaving the skin his touched hot and tingling with sensation. Despite the confidence he displays, you can feel his own heartbeat against your chest, racing as quickly as your own. 

He nibbles at your lower lip and you let out a throaty groan of pleasure, the hand under your shirt now skimming the outline of your bra until you feel it cup your breast, squeezing roughly. 

"Mmmm.... yours," you mumble against his lips again and he lets out his own groan at your proclamation before feeling him pull away, hands slipping from your body. You're about to protest, but stop once you realize he is simply trying to remove your own top. You aid in the endeavor, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him against you. His skin is hot to the touch like your own and you begin trailing kisses down his own jaw, sucking on the skin of his neck and shoulders. 

"Fuck," he breathes out, his own head buried in your shoulder. You smirk, knowing that like him, you had left your own marks of territory on his skin. Pulling back to your face, he grabs your chin and pulls your lips to his again, if only briefly before he mimics your moves, leaves love bites along your neck and collarbone before kissing the outline of your exposed breasts in your bra. 

You feel yourself buck up against him and he lightly laughs against your skin before a palm rests along your stomach, holding you still. God if kisses did you in like this, you could only imagine how the rest of him would make you unravel. 

You watch him descend further down your stomach before finally he is kneeling in front of you, lightly kissing the skin exposed just above the hem of your shorts. You feel his other hand trailing up your leg, antagonizing slow before he leans back, kissing along your ankle, side of your calf muscle, above your knee, and then finally the inside of your thigh. You're breathing heavily, watching his teasing endeavor towards the one spot you need him so desperately. 

You involuntarily buck at the sensation, but his hold on you is strong and instead you simply arch your back. 

When you look back down, you can feel his azure gaze on you once more, dark and lustrous. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asks again, repeating his question from earlier, fingers dancing along the bottom of your bottoms, so close yet so far as it made your skin feel on fire. He doesn't blink, simply taking you all in.

Your body is flushed from the sensations from his lips and hands all over you, chest heaving. You feel shy from his gaze, but you can’t seem to pull away, captivated by him.   

"T-touch me," you manage to breathe out. "F-fuck me."

He lets out a satisfied huff and before you can say anything further his hands grab the hem of your shorts and panties, trailing them down your legs and exposing yourself to him. The smile he gaves your cunt is almost predatorial, talking to it rather than you as he takes in your wet center.

“So pretty…” 

You flush from the endearment as he kisses the insides of your thighs, a mewl escaping your lips as his nose grazes you before finally he buries himself between your thighs. He has your right leg over his shoulder, using his frame to keep you wide and exposed for him. 

You cry out from the contact, but the feeling is further intensified when he begins to feverishly suck on your clit. Your hand immediately finds purchase in his hair, pulling on the white strands as your other bunches the material of the sheets below you. You feel his tongue descend further, pressing into you as he began to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rubbing at your circle and occasionally pinching it. You can’t help the wanton moans that leave your lips, praying to God that Ijichi doesn’t come stumbling through to hear you moaning your professor’s name.

“Satoru… fuck.”

He switches his tongue out for his fingers, once again sucking on your nub and lips while he pressed the first one, then two fingers into you. You bucked into his hand, and he peaked up at you, watching as your body shook under his ministrations, his cock growing impossibly hard and moaning against your sex.

He felt him tighten around your fingers, causing him to only increase his speed as he angled his fingers to hit that spongy spot he knew you couldn’t reach with your own hands. The room fills with your filthy moans, the wet smack smack smack of his fingers in you, and his own groans from eating you out.

His free hand that is squeezing your left thigh travels up your body and you reach for it with your hand that is grasping the sheets, tangling your digits together. He can tell your getting close when both your hands squeeze tightly on him, pulling his hair more tightly that causes a deep groan to course through him.

"Sator... ple...please," you moan out, "’Toru’.. I ne-" You voice breaks as you let out another moan, as he bites your clit. The sensations were too much. You knew you were going to cum - and soon.

“Go ahead baby,” he praises. “Cum for me.”

You squeeze his hand tighter, feeling yourself unravel around him as you buck into his face, but he doesn’t relent even after you begin crying his name. “Satoru, satoru, please… Sen-sensitive” He finally relents after another minute, your chest heaving as you try to regain your composure. 

He pulls away from your cunt, fingers slipping out and you find yourself whining from the missing fullness, despite your earlier cries. He smirks at you simply before you realize he is taking off the rest of his clothes and you go to follow suit, but he simply grabs your wrists shaking his head. You gulp. 

You each take a minute to examine the others' bodies, you all but exposed to him except for your bra and him standing fully nude. His muscles are lean, but defined. Shoulders broad and the veins in his arms protruding in a way that had you flush at the sight. Your eyes hover on his dick, and you realize how big he is. Sure Naoya was of decent size, but looking at Gojo now you know he is so much bigger. It's standing high, dripping with precum at the sight of you. 

His own eyes are taking in your figure and you can see the desire in them. When he notices you staring he smirks. "Find something you like?"

You go to open your mouth to reply, but instead his lips are on your own, pressing you against the bed. He quickly makes work of your bra and throws it somewhere across the room.

His fingers trail along your skin, bruising almost at the intensity, his kissing seeming to be less controlled than before as he seems to be finally giving into his own want of a release. You don't know how, but in the chaos of sweaty skin-on-skin contact you manage to roll so he lays on his back. You take this moment to torture him, grinding into him. His fingers are digging into your sides, nails leaving half arched halos on your skin. You hiss out a moan before finally you both break and you feel him aligning himself to your center. Without warning he bucks into you and you tremble, the sensation nearly having you cum then and there again with your palms resting against his own heaving chest. Your breath is taken out of you and you collapse on his chest with a satisfied groan, biting into his shoulder from the mixture of pleasure and pain.

He holds you flushed against him for a minute, leaving himself buried in you as he allows you to adjust. Slowly, he begins to thrust into you and you rotate your hips in unison, building a sensual rhythm that has you praising him, face buried in his neck as your eyes flutter in a half-lidded bliss.

“Soo… good, baby,” you moan.

His heart grows with the praise, moving your hair to the side as he kisses your exposed neck. Gradually his pace quickens and he’s whispering in your ear:

“Sit up baby, want to see you riding me.”

You do as he asks, adjusting to the new position before you begin to bounce on top of him, clawing at his chest as he meets your own pace.  

"Fuck," you curse. You were still trying to recover from his early services on your cunt, but it was hard when you felt your second orgasm approaching at an increasing rate. 

With a little maneuvering he manages to bring himself into a sitting position as well, your legs gripping his sides and hands now resting on his shoulders. He's kissing your chest, your arms, anywhere he can possibly reach. The sight of you unfolding on top of him has him equally becoming a mess, but he isn't quite ready yet. You moan into the crook of his neck as you lean into him, only seeming to say his name now as a mantra that only fans his ego.

"’Toru... ‘Toru... ‘Toru, ‘s too much" you whimper. He lovingly strokes your back, an action that feels parallel to the way he’s pounding into you with such force. 

He wraps an arm around you and lays you on your back. Grabbing your right leg, he positions it to be high against your waist, nearly flush against your stomach so he is able to reach even further depths within you. He deliberately slows his movements at the new position, pulling out his cock slowly before slamming it back into you. The new sensation has you wordless, and he can’t help but love the fact that you are quite clearly fucked dumb on his cock, nearly cumming there but that isn't what he wants - not yet. Your fingers dig into his back, leaving scratches down it. He moans from the pleasurable pain. 

"P-please," you beg. 

He smirks and leans in to kiss you, only to lean into your ear instead at the last minute and whisper, "Please what?"

You're a whimpering mess by now, the feeling coursing through your body so intense that you feel like you almost pass out if you don't get a release soon.

"Please…” you moan again. 

“Didn’t,” he grunts with a thrust. “Get that baby.”

Your pouting, tears in your eyes. “Please… let me cum," you moan out.

He trails kisses along your ear, biting the lobe briefly and eliciting another throaty groan from yourself and himself as he feels himself somehow bury himself even deeper into you. God you were perfect and you were his, he thought, swollen lips returning to your own as his hand travels down your stomach and rubs your clit.

You're bucking underneath him now and you know you must look wild, but he seems to love watching you unravel at his touch, his kisses. Please, please please... you think, not knowing how much more you can take until finally:

"Cum, Y/N."

The sound of his voice, of his command has you quickly unravel and you feel your toes curl, back arching as you become further flushed against him, trapping his hand against your swollen clit. You let out a wordless cry, face turning in an “oh” as tears stream down your cheeks, breathing hard as you feel yourself begin to see stars. 

God, you had never had an orgasm so intense. Sure when you were Naoyo you had your orgasms, but nothing like this. 

Just as you feel yourself starting to come down from your high, Gojo's own movements become more erratic as he chases his own release. Without warning you find yourself cumming again just as he releases his own load into you. 

"Fuck," he mumbles, his head falling beside your own as he arms come to rest on either side of you, trying to refrain from putting all of his weight on top of you as he collapsed.

"Mmmhm," is all you are able to mumble, still sensitive from your orgasms, body spasming from the aftermath.

He chuckles at the sight of you below him, lightly kissing your shoulder blade and fingers that gripped his own shoulders. When you finally felt yourself coming down from your own high you blinked, looking over to him with a soft smile on your face.

"You okay?" he asks, the soft side you had seen earlier suddenly appearing. You nod, leaning towards him and kissing his nose lightly. 

"...Perfect," you reply with your own hand cupping his face as falls onto his side, your legs tangled together, one arm resting under his head for support and the other falling along your naked hip. You find yourself leaning into him, resting your head onto his strong chest, fingers lazily trailing along his abs.

You're sweaty and hot, both still breathing relatively hard. 

He smiles, fingers lightly stroking your exposed skin and you shudder under his touch.

You sit in silence for a moment before you realize you had just slept with your professor. Although you were happy, after all, you did genuinely like him, you were worried considering the general taboo of a student/teacher romance even when in university. Additionally, Gojo was notoriously known for being really in-love with only one person and that was himself.

Noticing your figure becoming more rigid, fingers stilling along his stomach, his hand slipped from your waist and trails up you back. He looks down at you and you turn towards his gaze, less shy than earlier now that he had seen you naked. 

"What is it?" he asks. 

"We just fucked," you stated.

His head falls back as he stares at the ceiling, his chest vibrating as he chuckles beneath.

"Keen observation," he noted. 

You huff, lightly smacking his side and he only laughs more, his fingers tracing circles between your shoulder blades before moving down to your lower back to repeat the pattern. 

"No, I mean. We fucked. You, my teacher. Me, your student. Won't -"

He interrupts you however, slightly shifting so he is resting against his forearms. You blush under his gaze.

"I like you," he stated, the words leaving his mouth so simply that it was like it was nothing at all to him. "Should we have waited till you graduated... probably." 

He's staring at you so intently, that your blush only grows and he simply smirks at the sight of you reacting like this because of him. You feel his index finger swipe across your bottom lip, watching his eyes grow dark once more. "But even I have my limits." You gulp.

Without warning he falls back onto his back and returns his gaze to the ceiling, one arm nestled under his head, the other back to make circles on your back. "Besides, something tells me we were heading down this path anyway."

He wasn't wrong. When you and Naoyo broke up, the atmosphere between you two changed and even more so, you knew come graduation you weren't sure you could hold in your feelings without at least admitting them before you went out on your own missions. Even if Gojo did end up denying you - at least you would know where you stood. You're just happy his feelings seemed to be the opposite.

You leave a soft kiss against his stomach absentmindedly before sighing contently.

"...So the great, Satoru Gojo actually  likes me?" you teased after a few minutes of silence, enjoying each other's presence.

He smirked as you praised him. "Shut up."

You leaned up then, grinning as he met your gaze. "Make me."

You watched him smile in return and before you could do anything else he pulled you into a deep kiss, rolling you onto your back with a laugh.

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[dark-princess-haku]

WellSpring of Curses - Jujutsu Kaisen - You Won't Forget Tonight (18+) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1433993301-wellspring-of-curses-jujutsu-kaisen-you-won%27t?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Kritty-Cat The Jujutsu world is stagnant, and full of secrets kept locked away. When the Namikaze clan secret awakens and falls right into the events of the Star Plasma Vessel, everything from then on will change. Even the world's strongest, who's eyes are captivated by her. She appears again 12 years later at the awakening of the King of Curses. Gojo lifted his blind fold from his eyes and froze. It had only been 2 years, so how was she back here now? Was it really her. No. There was no doubt in his mind, it was her.

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[jiminjamms]

sex therapy :: 18. behind closed doors

chapter tags/warnings: mentions of sex. infidelity/adultery. misogynistic! naoya. manipulative undertones. strong language. classism. heavy angst.

word count: 3.2k

notes: there was a lot dished out in the last chapter, aha! i promise that the storyline's background will get elaborated on in the following chapters. also, this chapter is posted just as jjk season 2 is on schedule for release! so excited to see our man toji and the iconic sashisu trio in full action. likes, comments, and reblogs are deeply appreciated. xoxo

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“Leave me alone, woman!”   

Those were Naoya’s words as he pushed you aside from the foyer, beyond aggravated that—on the one evening he sought a reprieve from his apartment—you followed him to the door, interrogating him on his whereabouts. In his honest opinion, you had no business sticking your nose into his personal matters.  

He thought he had made his intentions clear that other night, when you first confronted him about his infidelity: that there was no love in his marriage with you, that he had long promised his heart to someone else, and—the most important bit—that he would not meddle into your affairs so long as you did not meddle with his.  

These past few weeks, he had completed his part of the promise. At the very least, you should give him credit for the many evenings he spent pounding his thick semen deep into your warm core, ensuring that not a drip would be wasted.

The thought may have been in vain, but you were sure that you were winning your husband back. 

Sure, Naoya Zenin was by no means a big cuddler. Instead, he was the type to mumble a terse ‘good night’ after he had gotten his own orgasm, tossing over to his side of the bed as he slapped your thighs one last time. 

But tonight was when you realized that Naoya had never changed at all. 

With nothing but a nightgown, you chased after his fast paces. “Then, will you be home in the morn—” 

“Know your place before you speak,” he countered impatiently, not showing the slightest worry for the way your lower lip trembled. With great irritation, he ignored your frozen form, departing with one last comment that inflicted a thousand times more pain than any physical wound: “In the Zenin household, all you are is a fucking ornament.”  

In other words: pretty, nice, and ultimately useless.  

Which is how you ended up suffering alone, all the bottled-up torment gushing out the very moment Naoya disappeared past the front door. 

Truthfully, you were not sure how long you had been sobbing, shaking, and crying. As the tears that blurred your vision cleared into a puddle by your feet, you stared into a nearby mirror reflection. Sorrow etched into your features: vibrant eyes now dull and cheeks with remnants of cascading tears.

What did you do to deserve this? 

Was this because you were the homewrecker to begin with? Was this your punishment for marrying a man who had already promised himself to someone else, for hindering the romance between your husband and his true lover? 

Naoya’s secret girlfriend, not his lawfully wedded wife, was whose existence had carved a special place in his heart. But you?    

No, you were just his toy, a ragdoll to be tossed to the side once he was done and tired. 

If only you weren’t so selfless. Your life would have been easier if you cared less about being a people pleaser and instead prioritized your mental well-being. 

But Naoya had made a point. His father Naobito and your father Daisuke had spent months arranging the marriage details, determined to solidify the relations between two of Japan’s most influential households.  

‘We wouldn’t want them finding out about our part-time flings, now would we?’ 

Weeks later, these words from your husband still echoed fresh in your head. Naoya was right, he and you were married for a reason. Although he had long been devoted to another woman and you had secretly indulged in various extramarital ventures, your vows to each other had been pledged in a ceremony that graced television screens and magazine covers. Renouncing the marriage and subsequently disclosing the reasons would not only leave you both falling from grace but also begin an ugly feud between families too powerful and dignified to see themselves lose. 

At this point, there seemed to be no solution to your marriage, nor did you desire one.

With this, anyone could tell you desperately needed someone who would listen to your anguished thoughts. You needed someone who would empathize with your frustration and your sentiments. You needed a therapist.  

Perhaps...a sex therapist.

Suddenly, you remembered. Mind in auto-pilot, you traveled toward the unit's walk-in closet, connected to the master bedroom from the side. With so many handbags on display, you nearly forgot about this one Goyard tote placed toward the bottom had it not been for the very important business card you had left inside. 

You rummaged through the purse and fished a thick black badge from an inner pocket.   

Dr. Toji Fushiguro.   

Delicately, your fingers traced the name etched in graceful and golden strokes, seemingly flowing over the card’s sleek surface. Your last encounter with Toji, that one evening in Teyvat, didn’t end prettily. How you now wished to apologize to him, to tell him that he was right, that he had always been right—about how you had deserved better, about how Naoya could never truly like you, and about how you should have been considering a divorce long ago.  

When the scattered light from above played upon the card, your eyes were drawn to the embossed numbers below his office’s address.    

What if...you called him? 

No, you really shouldn’t. Toji could not be burdened with your internal agony. Not at this late night hour.

But if your own therapist Toji wasn’t the one to talk to, then who would that be?    

You abhorred how you were alone with your thoughts and, surely, no one else—not your father, and definitely not your husband—would want to deal with your emotional turmoil. 

So, you decided.  

Grabbing your phone from the tabletop, you dialed the number, the sound of each digit pressing against the screen echoing in the quiet room and your nerves dancing in tandem with anticipation as the phone started to ring.  

What if Toji didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Besides, you did just depart suddenly and angrily the last time you had seen him. Honestly, you could still back out from this call if you wanted to. Maybe the better decision would be to sit in your own discomfort and try to figure out the solution yourself rather than— 

“Good evening, you have reached Dr. Toji Fushiguro’s line after hours. How may I help you?” 

Wait, who was this? 

For a moment, panic crashed upon you. Interacting with strangers was never your strong suit, but there was a familiarity to the enigmatic timbre that hummed on the other line. The first and last time you dialed Toji’s number, his son had picked up, giving your call a very awkward start. Whoever picked up this time was not the teenage boy, however, and you pursed your lips in an attempt to identify the mystery man.    

“Geto...?” you murmured when the realization struck.  

Upon recognizing your voice, the said man paused briefly, likely surprised to hear from you but moreso bothered at the shakiness in your tone. 

“Hey, are you alright?” 

“Can you please,” and you stopped. 

With floodgates bursting, you melted onto the floor with a choked sob, clutching your nightgown to ground yourself. Gosh, you had to stop sniffling if you ever wanted to finish your sentence. What a mess you were, your syllables punctuated with shaky inhales. 

“Can I please talk to Toji?” 

When the line fell silent once more, your heart raced. Only when the words fell from your mouth did you realize how offensive you may have sounded. After all, Geto had mentioned that Toji was off the clock, and what was wrong with confiding in him? 

“Sorry!” you half-yelped and half-choked, grateful that no one else could see the tears streaming down your cheeks. “Sorry, Geto! I’m certain that you’re a wonderful therapist too and would be an amazing person to talk to, but—“   

“Send me your address. I’ll pick you up shortly.” 

And Geto was true to his word.  

Within fifteen minutes, a Porsche Cayman turned into your street, the vehicle’s yellow exterior gleaming from the street lamps before slowing to a stop not too far from your apartment building’s entryway.    

From the curb, you could peer inside from the windows, seeing Geto in the driver’s seat. He slicked his long hair back, the strands bunched up with an elastic with stray tufts resting behind his neck. He smoothed his top—a Hawaiian shirt with pink pineapple prints (just how many button-ups like these did he have?)—and rolled his window down completely.

Geto threw one arm out to greet you with a wave and then, with his chin, gestured toward the empty shotgun seat.  

“Get in.” 

Compliant, you wrapped around the bumper before getting inside. The interior was a creamy leather, leaving you to sink into the material that wrapped around your weight like warm water. 

The moment your seatbelt clicked into place, you were suddenly pulled toward the side in one swift motion as Geto tucked his fingers below your chin and lifted your head.  

His lips.

Upon turning towards him, the first thing on Suguru Geto that drew your attention was his lips. Plush. Smooth. Lightly parted as though they invited you to explore the mischief within. 

A dangerous expedition, that would be.

You realized you had never seen Geto up close before, mere centimeters from him such that his breaths fanned hotly across your cupid’s bow. He had a nice jawline too, not to mention defined cheekbones that blessed him with strong features rolling against his softer angles. When an unexpected glint caught you off-guard, your gaze shifted to the silver piercings that adorned each brow. Edgy. You liked how the metal accentuated his natural arches, shining when headlights from passing cars shone into the vehicle.  

When he blinked, you then turned to his eyes, and goodness—you met the most intense inky pools that could ever peer into your soul.

How long had he been looking at you like that? Why did he look at you like that? With those insanely dark depths that swam with so much curiosity that you almost wished you hadn’t looked at him to begin with.

Almost. Almost wished.   

Thankfully (or not), Geto averted his gaze first. He inspected you instead, gently wiping at a small black-tinted streak near your chin, his brows pinching as concern tugged his handsome features.  

“Been crying?” Geto prodded. Of course, he noticed the glassy film that shone on your pretty eyes, the puffiness that dabbed your warm cheeks. When you did not immediately reply, he brushed a warm thumb over your lower jaw. “Listen, cupcake. You may not know this about me but...” he paused, the usual glimmer in his sharp eyes darkening into a chilling stare. “...whoever did this to you, I will fuck them up.” 

At his offer, you forced a sad smile. 

“Nobody,” you lied. Geto had already had taken the time to comfort you with his presence at such a late hour, and he could not be burdened with the pitiful details involving your marriage. “Just some personal stress with—” 

“It was Naoya, wasn’t it?” 

Just hearing your husband’s name left you frozen, your heart suffocating in pain. “Was...it obvious?”  

As the man clicked his tongue, he brought his hand up again. He brushed a few strands away from your face, tucking them loosely behind your ear with lithe and tattooed fingers, your earrings swaying softly with the movement.  

“I see lonely eyes like yours more often than I’d like,” he explained, expression sullen.

While you had once registered Geto as outrageous and unscrupulous upon your first encounter, you were starting to realize that he was—in fact—incredibly empathetic. 

"You do?" you asked quietly.

At the question, he pushed his lips to one side and sat up straight, placing his hands on the steering wheel so that he could idly drum his fingertips on the surface.  

“Everywhere. I see those hopeless and confused gazes everywhere,” and his tone was melancholic as he started a list, “Clients in sex therapy because their partners can’t satisfy them, clients in sex therapy even if their partners  can  satisfy them. Don’t even get me started on some unfortunate patients I’ve seen from the hospital’s OBGYN department when I work there.”  

Given Geto’s carefree nature, you had forgotten that he had mentioned his work in the medical field before, and you let silence hang in the air while you quietly contemplated the emotions Geto must encounter as a practitioner across various disciplines. 

Noticing the resulting sigh from your lips, Geto relented. He really wasn’t the type to poke his nose into other people’s business, anyway. 

“Listen, you don’t have to say more if you don’t want to,” he offered, easing the silence by re-adjusting his rearview mirror. “I get that. I respect your privacy.” 

When the engine rumbled to a start again, you peered over your shoulder. “Then, where are we going?” 

After such a somber discussion not long ago, Geto’s lips twitched upward, appreciating how comical you could be. 

What a silly question, he must have thought.  

“To the one man who can understand your situation better than anybody.” With his left hand, Geto signaled right to pull away from the sidewalk, his indicators blinking against the road. "You were the one who wanted to see him, no?"

You twiddled with the wedding band on your finger, a habit you have yet to drop. "I thought Toji wasn't working now."

"He's not. Usually, I'd handle any late-night emergencies for him, but I'll take you to his place instead."

"Oh." That did not make you any less anxious. "So, he knows I'm coming over then?"

"Nope," the therapist answered curtly, and he popped the 'p' in his response. "But, you know, just for you," and Geto shot you one last wink, "he would do anything."

Toji was not the 'broke motherfucker' that Sukuna had once made him out to be. 

What broke motherfucker lived among Tokyo’s tallest residential skyscrapers?  

As the Porsche slowed upon arrival, you craned your neck to gaze at the colossal structure, which was no normal residential building for Japan’s middle or lower classes. Rather, this was an extravagant premise clearly tailored for—not even the nouveau riche—but for the descendants from old, old money.

While Geto pulled into the entrance's porte cochère, y ou had to ask, "This is where Toji lives?" 

How his colleague was able to afford such a luxury in the Minato Ward, the most expensive neighborhood in not only the Japanese capital but also the entire country, was beyond your knowledge. You glanced over at the vehicle's infotainment system at the center, which—according to Google Maps—indicated in bold lettering that your destination was, in fact, to the left.  

You glanced up again, the high rise making you feel like an ant in Disneyland. "Sure you didn't take me to the wrong address?" 

Shifting the gear to park, Geto nodded assuredly. "A hundred and ten percent positive."  

"But then," you turned toward him in your seat, "Sukuna called Toji broke? Toji could not afford this if he was broke." 

At first, Geto lifted a brow in confusion. But as the words sank in, his fingers traced along the wheel as he chuckled. "Ah, that. Toji just isn't where he could possibly be." 

"Could possibly be?" you repeated. 

He hummed, looking ahead. "Longest story, honey.” He sat back in his seat, toying with his man bun in thought. "Shouldn't be a tale for me to tell anyway."  

Your mind might have buzzed with curiosity, but you conceded. Whether Toji wanted to reveal his private matters was not something for his colleague to decide. 

"Look," Geto pointed beyond the shotgun seat window, "the footman's here." 

Following the direction of his gaze, you glanced behind you to see someone approaching the car. With white-gloved hands, the attendant opened the door in one controlled swing, waiting patiently and wordlessly for you to disembark. Half-expectantly, you waited for Geto to get off as well, but he shook his head.

"I can't stay here," he informed and pointed to a nearby signage. "I can only drop you off because I can't leave my car here for too long. Besides, I've got plans." 

"You do?" That should not surprise you. Didn't Sukuna mention that Geto had something going on with, what was her name again, Shoko? Wasn't she, like, his girlfriend or—

“Work,” he replied, reminding you that he was the therapist on call tonight. He then turned to the footman beyond the door, ducking slightly so that he could catch the escort's gaze. “This young lady is here for the Fushiguro residence.”  

“Of course.” The footman offered a warm grin, stepping back to gesture you inside. “Right this way, Mrs. Fushiguro.” 

Mrs. Fushiguro?!  

The misplaced designation really shouldn’t have caused your heart to flutter as much as that did, but you could feel your entire body grow warm, hoping that no one could notice how you broke into a flustered sweat. 

“Ah, I’m not—”  

“Thank you for taking care of her,” Geto interrupted with an impish smile, his eyes crinkled into mischievous half-moons. Oh, he found this funny, didn’t he? He tipped his head to the side, and he waved. “Have a wonderful evening.”  

“Hey! I—” How dare Geto leave you like this? 

Yet, with the footman already heading back inside, you could not finish berating him, instead focused on scurrying after the steward’s long strides like a squirrel.  

Once at the entrance, the heavy glass doors parted automatically, and the lobby inside must be a whole other world. Fresh blooms nearby welcomed you with their sweet perfume as a staff member behind the concierge desk acknowledged your presence with a slight nod, a gesture you shyly returned. Meanwhile, the marble floors clicked to your footsteps as scones along the walls washed the vicinity with cozy hues, plush armchairs to the side offering a small sanctuary. Living amongst such splendor yourself, the sheer elegance in this space was not anything new, but what you were marveled by was the fact that the Toji Fushiguro lived here? In this very building?!

“The elevators are over there, madam,” the footman called when he must have noticed your stupor. 

You blinked rapidly, otherwise not noticing that you were headed in the wrong direction. “Oh.”  

He led you down one grandeur hall, scanning a card at various security checkpoints to allow you through. Upon reaching the elevator bank, he pressed a button at the dispatch screen, and the rightmost door opened with a number on a dashboard indicating that the lift was headed to the forty-ninth floor.  

Upon yourself stepping in, the doors slid to a close and offered one last view of the footman who had angled himself into a bow.

It was ridiculous how skittish you were as the elevator ascended, the Mozart tune from the overhead speakers doing little to calm your nerves. When the doors reopened a little less than a minute later, you were introduced to another warmly-lit corridor. The passageway itself had a design similar to the lobby floor except with one large abstract artwork centered across the elevators. 

At an incredibly slow pace, you neared the only door on the floor, the entrance’s deep dark mahogany surface looming over your much smaller presence. There was no turning back now, and you pushed the small glowing button at the side.   

There was no response. 

Of course, there wouldn’t be. You had only rung the bell ten seconds ago, but anticipation rushed to your fingertips. While holding your breath, you turned to your clicking heels.

You battled your body’s thrumming desire to flee and, just as the seconds seemed to stretch into hours, the door finally cracked open.  

Your gaze shot up.  

On the other side, Toji stood—silent and stunned. There were a million questions that you caught running across his murky emerald eyes, but a much-needed sense of relief embraced you as you met his familiar, comforting gaze, tears welling up at your lashes all over again.   

“Can...we talk?”

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end notes: Unrelated, but I've recently started my full-time job! Balancing my personal and health priorities along with my work has been challenging, but I've made a point to still work on my fics as writing and interacting with my readers (you!) genuinely makes me happy. Sending love and hugs to you all.

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[emluvd]

NANAMI FANFIC IDEA ‼️

Imagine MC CEO who has one of the most powerful companies and can have anyone yet she's infatuated with her personal secretary, Nanami, who denies her advances due to him deeming it an unprofessional relationship.

He is stubborn in falling in love, yet slowly starts feeling the same.

During this ordeal, the Ikari (MC last name) Company is competing the with Zenin and due to these companies families being somewhat old fashioned one of the agreements for a deal is marriage. MC pushes the deal away as much as she could knowing she is able to make the company triple the profit without marriage in hand.

She wants to fall in love and she has with Nanami, who takes care of her, not like a secretary should to a boss, but more intimate. Haibara, Gojo, Yuji, and the others try their hardest for Nanami to make a move, and when things seem to progress — Nanami takes a step back when he feels undeserving unintentionally harming her by saying how unprofessional she is, that they should've never happened and that he would only ever see her as his boss than lover; breaking her heart in the process.

Ikari family who has been so lenient in letting MC do her thing giving their blooming romance a chance, but when she fails, marriage is forced upon her as they expect their only heir to continue their line. Naoya Zenin being her fiance, dreading being near him and drinking alone in her office, distancing from Nanami and the rest. Love life failed and sentenced to a loveless marriage.

Nanami is jealous at this yet doesn't do anything, telling himself this is for the best. His friends tell him about his terrible mistake.

For the next days MC becomes cold and distant because of everything happening in her life — mostly the prospect of marriage that is killing her to accept. Nanami feels that is best he quits as he believes one less stress would alleviate her. However, their discussion ends up bad, MC wanting to keep him by her side as he keeps her sane. Ultimately, she accepts his letter of resignation.

Her loveless marriage progresses, and the media surrounding their every moment of two big companies merging together. Nanami, even after quitting, won't stop being reminded of her. From news around him revolving around her, to his friends constant pestering and the gift you had given him, a rather expensive watch, laying on top of his drawer.

At some point it clicked.

He was such a fool in letting you go.

Now, he has to find a way to stop your marriage, apologize to you, and accept your once unrequited love.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #female reader #x reader

[tomishi4]

OP, JJK, HSR, AND GENSHIN MEN AS ROMANCE TROPES (2)

LOVE TRIANGLE:

Person 1 : gojo satoru, yuuji itadori, monkey d. Luffy, jingyuan, danheng, akagami no shanks, sanji, toji fushiguro, higuruma hiromi, kaeya, arataki itto, neuvilette, (your fav character)

Person 2 : geto suguru, ryomen sukuna, portgas d. Ace, blade, caelus, dracule mihawk, zoro, shiu kong, kusakabe, diluc, kamisato ayato, wriothesley, (your fav character)

ARRANGED MARRIAGE:

gojo satoru, jing yuan, toji fushiguro, naoya zenin, ryomen sukuna, diluc, kamisato ayato, (your fav character)

CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS :

higuruma hiromi, diluc, gojo satoru, jing yuan, sanji, portgas d. Ace, (your fav character)

AGE GAP :

Higuruma hiromi, toji fushiguro, akagami no shanks, dracule mihawk, jing yuan, ryomen sukuna, (your fav character)

SECOND CHANCE :

Gojo satoru, akagami no shanks, toji fushiguro, danheng, sanji, portgas d. Ace

THE WEDDING DATE :

gojo satoru, akagami no shanks, sanji, portgas d. Ace, toji fushiguro(you def had to pay for him to do it.), dan heng, higuruma hiromi

MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE/UNIVERSE (THOSE TYPA SHIT.) :

Gojo satoru, geto suguru, vinsmoke sanji, dan heng, jing yuan, yuuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, portgas d. Ace

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[m1ckeyb3rry]

A Song for the Drowned: III (The Fallen Lady)

Series Synopsis: As the Principessa of a country situated in a world full of enemies, you must rely on the few allies you have in order to protect your home from the threat of a devastating war.

Chapter Synopsis: You meet some of the inhabitants of the castle and visit the gardens.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.2k

Content Warnings: swearing, period-typical sexism, period-typical homophobia (side character relationships), angst, forbidden relationships, original characters included

A/N: tw naoya zenin is mentioned in the chapter doing…naoya zenin things

“Oh, dear,” a kind voice said. “Principessa Y/N, your face is all swollen. Was your night so terrible?”

It was Tullia, her hands cool against your cheeks as she shook you awake. You fluttered your eyelashes open, your vision blurry from sleep but clearing as you blinked. Elakshi stood by the curtains, waiting for you to sit up before drawing them to the sides and allowing the sun to stream in.

“In truth, it was,” you said, quickly summing up the gist of what Prince Satoru had told you. They were silent as you spoke, helping you get ready for the day in the meantime. It was only once you had finished that either of them reacted.

“It’s a strange position that both of you are in,” Tullia said as she laced up the back of your dress. “It definitely is. Neither of you wants to be with one another, but you want to be with someone.”

“Although, things are different for him,” Elakshi said. “After all, he’s a man. A future king. He can take mistresses if he wishes; that’s likely why he’s much less worried than you are. His future is not limited by wedding you.”

“You’re right,” you said. “There are so many mistresses who even usurped their queens in terms of favorability and power. I suppose I’ll be one of them, then — the usurped, not the usurper, of course. Remembered only in history for sealing an alliance and little else. But that’s how things will be, so I promise I’m done crying about it now. I will make do with what I can.”

“You could always have a lover of your own, if you wanted,” Elakshi said. “A secret romance or something.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Elakshi. She and Thiorhiel could not afford such a scandal; it would spell the end of the L/N family if she was found out. Anyways, it’s not like there’s anyone in this castle who would make a good candidate for that kind of thing, so don’t put foolish ideas in her head,” Tullia said.

Your conversation was interrupted by Fushiguro’s low voice, though it was muffled by the wood of the still-shut door.

“Your royal highness, once you and your ladies are ready, I will escort you to breakfast. King Iwao said it was imperative you came,” he said.

“Very well, Fushiguro,” you said. “Thank you.”

No further response came, eliciting a giggle out of Elakshi, who was always easily amused by this kind of thing. Even Tullia had to hide a smile, and you scowled at both of them.

“What?” you said.

“I’ve never heard of a guard so formal. He’s definitely a little more standoffish than Sir Ino,” Elakshi said.

“He’s just doing his duty,” Tullia said. “It’s admirable. Men like that are few and far between; we should be glad that that kind of person is guarding the Principessa.”

“What are you smiling about, then?” you said.

“It’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all. Seeing you be so stiff and everything to a mere guard…it’s not the norm, so we’re taken aback by it,” Tullia explained. “We’re used to you and Sir Ino arguing all of the way down to the Vier.”

“That’s true, I suppose,” you said. They weren’t wrong, necessarily; you and Sir Ino had genuinely been friends, which came with a fair amount of banter and backtalk. He was not the type to hold back, and neither were you, so though you two were mostly kind to one another and never did anything from a place of malice, there had definitely been insults traded in the past.

“I can see why you wouldn’t want to argue with that one, though,” Elakshi said with a shiver. “He’s properly terrifying, isn’t he? Like a wolf or tiger or something like that.”

“I’m happy he is, though,” Tullia said, hugging herself tightly. “Knowing that you have someone along those lines protecting you is a relief, Principessa Y/N. With the world the way it is now, it’s definitely a good thing.”

“That’s true. Things have been getting worse and worse recently,” Elakshi said morosely. “I just got a letter from Khulashab — my cousin says Kashdara is growing more and more aggressive about the border. Apparently, there’s whispers that they might ally themselves with Brusmuide. His advisors are telling him to concede some territory to them in order to prevent that from happening, but he refuses.”

“We’ll be in trouble if they do join with Brusmuide,” you said, worrying your lip between your teeth. “Even Naratori will not be enough to stop them then. His advisors are right.”

Elakshi sighed. “Maybe so. But you can understand why it feels wrong, can’t you?”

“Definitely,” you said.

Khulashab had once been a part of the eastern superpower nation Kashdara, but when religious differences had caused internal strife amongst the citizens, Kashdara had agreed to a border redefinition that allowed for Khulashab to be an independent country. It was the most peaceful option, but of course, that did not make it a perfect one — it was a difficult task to split one people into two, after all, and there was constant resentment on both sides of the border.

This was not helped along by the fact that Kashdara was always testing its limits, seeing if it could regain the territory it had lost by signing away Khulashab to its own governance. Apparently, the fact that it had two other colonies already was not enough to satisfy it, and the Kashdaran-Khulashabi border was one of the most volatile areas in the region.

“There’s not been any news from Barlezia as of right now, but that could change at any second,” Tullia said. “All of that is to say, with things as they are at the current moment, it’s definitely a good thing that you have someone like Fushiguro on your side.”

“He’s on the Gojos’ side, not mine,” you said. “But it’s close enough.”

“You know, you will be a Gojo eventually, so it’s basically the same thing,” Elakshi said.

“Elakshi,” Tullia said. “There’s no need to bring that up. Come on, then, Principessa Y/N. Let’s go have breakfast. I wonder why King Iwao thought it was so important that you came.”

“He probably wants to introduce her to the inner circle of the court,” Elakshi said. “Yesterday at dinner, almost everyone was there, so it was a little difficult, but at breakfast, only the higher-ranked nobles will be in attendance. It’s a better opportunity for her to get to know the people she actually needs to know, instead of trying to familiarize herself with the entire castle at once.”

“That’s the likely explanation,” you agreed.

“Hm,” Tullia said. “Maybe it is, at that.”

Fushiguro seemed a little more willing to bow at Tullia and Elakshi. You could not understand why this was — after all, what separated them from you? Whatever the reason might have been, however, he did not hesitate to dip his head at them before greeting you.

“They are my ladies in waiting,” you said, knowing he had never been introduced to them. Tullia nodded at him politely, while Elakshi smiled slightly, though you could tell that it was not sincere.

“Yes, I’m aware,” he said. “Lady Tullia Maria Ferraro of Barlezia and Elakshi Adhirai Sakhare of Khulashab. They’ve been with you in Thiorhiel since your youth.”

“How did you know that?” you said. While Tullia had cocked her head, obviously curious, Elakshi was wrinkling her nose at Fushiguro’s familiarity with her background. She had never been quick to warm up to anyone, and you doubted that Fushiguro’s cool attitude was endearing him to her.

“Did you think that the Gojos would have me guard you without knowing as much as I could about your habits? Certainly, it would be foolish for your protector to not recognize those ladies who are meant to be your constant companions,” he said.

“I suppose that that’s sensible,” you said, though you were still a bit rattled. How much did Fushiguro know about you already? How did it compare to what you knew of him? It was definitely unequal, which only made you feel worse. It didn’t seem fair, in your mind anyways, that there was such a difference between you, even if that was the normal and expected way of things.

True to Elakshi’s prediction, there were far fewer people at the table for breakfast than there had been last night during dinner, the entire party numbering exactly four. Even Prince Satoru himself was absent, his chair conspicuously empty, leaving you without a certain place to sit. You glanced at Fushiguro, who seemed unbothered, ushering you to a seat beside King Iwao and a man you remembered to be Lord Inumaki before he rejoined the other guards at their position by the door.

“Thank you for coming, Principessa,” King Iwao said, his lips smacking as he swallowed the remaining traces of whatever he had been eating before you had joined them. “Since last night was so hectic, we didn’t have the chance to make proper introductions. It was definitely a lapse in our judgment; I hope you can forgive us.”

“I did not mind it at all,” you said. “I understand that such meals are often like that. Anyways, the prince managed to point out a few people before I had to leave, so it wasn’t a total loss.”

“It’s good to hear that the two of you are getting along,” Queen Koume said. “He sends his apologies for not being able to attend, by the way; apparently, something from last night upset his stomach, so he’s taking his breakfast in his room.”

“Oh, that poor boy, he’s always been so sensitive. I wonder how he’ll rule one day, given his constitution,” King Iwao said with a dramatic exhale. You pretended to laugh, knowing that it likely was not any food which had made Prince Satoru ill; rather, it was speaking to you that had sickened him so.

“I shall send him my well-wishes,” you said. “An upset stomach is definitely an unpleasant experience. I hope that he may recover soon.”

“Enough talk about dear Satoru and his troubles!” King Iwao said. “It’s time you’re given a proper introduction to at least these two. Of course, you already know of the queen and I, so I’ll skip over us. The man to your side is Lord Inumaki.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, your royal highness,” Lord Inumaki said. His voice was soft and gentle, sounding as lovely as he looked. His lips were curved into a delicate smile, and all told, he seemed exactly the kind of person who would one day inherit a duchy. You lamented the fact that he was not the prince instead of Prince Satoru; not only was he closer to you in age, he seemed to be generally pleasant.

“And you as well, Lord Inumaki,” you said. “I hope that we may grow to be friends.”

“I should appreciate that, Principessa Y/N,” he said.

“Beside him is the ambassador from Ranhoro, Lord Noritoshi Kamo,” King Iwao said. This name was a new one, and also one which confused you. Kamo — this was the royal family of Ranhoro, but they only had one royal son, by the name of Choso. Besides, although it wasn’t official yet, Ranhoro was all but allied with Brusmuide at this point, so what was the use in sending an ambassador to Naratori? If war broke out, then Lord Noritoshi would be a political hostage. It was the same reason you had been forbidden from marrying Prince Choso, even though by all rights he was a much more appropriate match for you than Prince Satoru.

“Ranhoro?” you said, trying your best to fish for information without seeming too obvious about it. Lord Noritoshi did not smile at you, nor did he offer an explanation, but to your eternal gratitude, Lord Inumaki took pity on you, leaning slightly closer so that he could whisper without seeming rude.

“He’s a cousin of Prince Choso’s,” he murmured, lips barely moving. “He’s here to negotiate trade deals, that’s all. It’s unrelated to the war.”

“Thank you,” you said, deciding then and there that you were rather partial to the future duke. “Has he shown any signs that Ranhoro is truly against us?”

“None that I can recall, though of course that doesn’t mean much,” Lord Inumaki said. “He’s a diplomat, and diplomats aren’t meant to reveal their country’s hand.”

“Naturally,” you said before clearing your throat. “I have heard many great things about Ranhoro and the Kamos, Lord Noritoshi. I hope I may one day visit.”

“I am certain that you will be given a warm welcome if you do,” Lord Noritoshi said. He spoke carefully, coldly, like he was thinking over every word he said before he said it. It made you feel a little uneasy, but of course you had no evidence that he was planning something sinister, so you could only offer him a half-smile in acknowledgement.

“These are my ladies in waiting,” you said, wanting to fill the silence with a more neutral topic. “Elakshi Sakhare, the cousin of the Maharaja of Khulashab, and Lady Tullia Ferraro, the daughter of Marchese and Marchesa Ferraro of Barlezia.”

Lord Inumaki’s eyes lit up when you introduced Tullia, and he beamed at her. She looked confused but hesitantly smiled back at him. When you looked down, you saw his hands clutching the fabric of the tablecloth in excitement.

“Are you the younger sister of Lord Camillo Ferraro?” he said. Tullia blinked.

“Yes, I am,” she said. “Do you know him?”

Lord Inumaki laughed, a bright, chiming sound. King Iwao and Queen Koume seemed confused, and Lord Noritoshi continued to observe the proceedings with that same calm look as before.

“Of course I know Camillo!” he said. “The Inumaki duchy and Ferraro march share a border. He and I have been friends for many years now. I’ve dined in your halls a few times, as Camillo has dined in mine.”

“He’s mentioned having come to Naratori a couple of times. I didn’t realize that the two of you were close, though,” Tullia said. “It’s been a long time since I saw him last, though we do exchange letters as frequently as possible. To be honest, it does comfort me some to know that I have this piece of him here.”

From what you knew of him, Lord Camillo Ferraro was a charming man, as generous and kind as his younger sister — and reportedly handsome, to boot. He was the heir to the Ferraro march, and consequently he was the kind of person that almost everyone wanted on their side, with the wealth and power to back his words.

“If the Principessa is not opposed, I would be delighted if the three of you would join me in the gardens for tea in the afternoon,” Lord Inumaki said. You glanced at the king and queen out of the corner of your eye, but they did not seem to show any outward irritation with the prospect. In fact, King Iwao even looked thrilled, like he was happy you were settling into the palace so well or something along those lines.

Lord Noritoshi raised his eyebrows at you when your gaze settled on him. It wasn’t like you needed his permission, but you wanted to know what he thought of the matter, of this possible friendship being struck between you and Lord Inumaki. He betrayed nothing, though, and you turned away after an instant, knowing there was no use in further scrutinizing.

“We would be delighted,” you said to Lord Inumaki. “Thank you for offering.”

“I will see you then,” he said. “By your leave, your majesties?”

King Iwao waved dismissively at him. Lord Inumaki offered you one last smile before standing and exiting, the room distinctly emptier without his sunny presence. He was the first person that had been genuinely kind to you in the castle, and you found you missed him already, even though he was not a person you should be missing.

“Fushiguro,” you said that afternoon, “I know it’s not tea time or anything, at least not yet, so we don’t have to meet Lord Inumaki, but would you be able to take me to the gardens early? Tullia’s brother said that every flower in the world grows here, and I would like to see such a sight.”

“That’s an exaggeration, so please don’t get your hopes up,” Fushiguro said, watching as you changed out of your slippers and into a pair of walking shoes. “Although it’s true that there are a lot of flowers, it’s definitely not every single one in the world.”

This was more information than you had been expecting from him, so even though it wasn’t designed to cheer you, it made you feel a little bit better. Perhaps he was warming to the idea of guarding you, slowly but surely. One day, he might even dare to treat you like a friend instead of an authority.

“That’s alright. Even just one flower would be enough to make me feel happy. I am fond of flowers, you know; I find them far more pleasing than jewels and all,” you said.

“The Naratorese gardens are almost beyond comparison,” Fushiguro said. “There are very few that can claim to be their equal.”

“You told me not to get my hopes up, but I have to admit that I am a little excited now,” you said. He opened the door to your room for you, walking at what must’ve seemed like a snail’s pace for him so that you could move as sedately as you chose. You were sure that, once you understood the layout of the castle, he would trail behind you as Kokichi Muta had Queen Koume, but for the moment, for you, Fushiguro functioned as much as a guide as he did a guard.

“There’s no point in further speculation. We’re here,” he said. You had reached an intricate glass door, and you stood behind Fushiguro, waiting for him to open the doors, shutting your eyes so that the surprise was not revealed to you in bits and pieces but rather all at once. “You ought to open your eyes, your royal highness. You will fall if you try to walk with them closed.”

You allowed your eyelids to open as he had suggested, and then you gasped, reaching out and grabbing onto Fushiguro’s cape for balance. He gave you a strange look but did not make a comment, though it wasn’t as if you’d have noticed if he had. You were utterly taken with the sight in front of you, so much so that the rest of the world had faded into nothingness.

You were standing on a marble terrace overlooking the gardens below. And the gardens themselves! Flowers sprawled as far as the eye could see, the hills covered with fields of blooms in every shade, thin paths weaving in and out and breaking up the waves of color. Towering trees lined those paths, and massive fountains were interspersed throughout, spouting water into large, pristine pools. There were waterfalls running alongside stone steps and turning to small streams, and archways covered with flowering vines loomed over the gates.

That, too, was only what you could see from the terrace. You did not doubt that in the endlessness of the vast estate, there was even more to discover, nooks and crannies hidden away between the trees, behind the fountains, and tucking alongside the flowers.

“They continue until the cliff drops away,” Fushiguro said. You let go of his cape, taking a step forward, resting your hands on the railing.

“They’re marvelous,” you said breathlessly. “Camillo wasn’t lying. You said he was exaggerating, but I believe he didn’t sing their praises well enough. I couldn’t ever imagine somewhere as beautiful as this.”

It was a different kind of beauty compared to Thiorhiel. Thiorhiel was serene in its splendor, relying only on the natural aesthetic of the country as decoration, but the Naratorese gardens were like polished diamonds, honed and enhanced into the most magnificent version of themselves, so that they were utterly dazzling to behold.

“Lord Inumaki will likely meet you down by the fountain of Hisashi Gojo,” Fushiguro said. “It’s a popular place to have afternoon tea.”

“Hisashi Gojo?” you said, following him down the marble stairs jutting off and to the side of the terrace, being very careful not to slip and fall, lifting your skirts so that they did not tangle in your shoes.

“A previous king of Naratori,” Fushiguro said. “He had a peaceful reign, which is why there’s a statue of him on the grounds.”

“I see,” you said. “That does make sense. Do you know the way?”

“Of course,” he said.

“I’d get lost, if I were you. This place is enormous, and the gardens must definitely be confusing,” you said.

“I’ve lived in the castle for a long time,” he said. “I know it well. You will not get lost, as long as you follow me.”

“I had no plans to do anything else,” you said. He tilted his head back like he was judging how sincere you were being, and then he nodded. You weren’t sure if it was approval or confirmation; you hoped it was the former, though.

“Very good, Principessa,” he said. “You are more sensible than most of your station.”

“Am I?” you said eagerly. “Do you really think so, Fushiguro?”

“Yes,” he said, though it was begrudgingly done. “You have the mind to follow me where I go, though by all rights I should be the one walking in your shadow. I did not expect you to be like that, in truth.”

You grinned. “It’s a good thing, right? I’m glad to hear it! And by the way, I think you’re really not too terrible, either. Of course, I wish you would speak to me more, but your personality isn’t horrible when you do deign to make conversation.”

“It won’t be a habit,” he said, frigid once more. “Don’t expect me to speak to you with much frequency, especially once you’ve grown used to the castle and can move forward on your own. Make friends with people like Lord Inumaki — the ones actually of your rank.”

“I’ll make friends with them, too. That doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with you as well,” you said. “Though, if it’s what you really want, then I’ll cease my attempts.”

“Will you?” he said. You hummed in agreement.

“Since it causes you such malaise, I won’t continue like that. I apologize for my previous actions, and I promise that I will endeavor to maintain a strictly professional relationship with you from here on out,” you said. “If you wish to be nothing more than my shadow, then I shan’t be the one to stop you.”

“Thank you,” he said. After that, he was silent, standing beside the statue of Hisashi Gojo as you waited for Lord Inumaki and the others, looking for all intents and purposes like he, too, was carved out of something precious.

“Were you waiting for very long, your royal highness?” Lord Inumaki said. He arrived a few minutes after you, bowing deeply before sitting across from you. You shook your head immediately, not wanting him to get the wrong impression.

“Not at all. I wanted to walk in the gardens a bit beforehand, but I’ve only been sitting here for a moment,” you said.

“That’s a relief,” he said. “Are Elakshi Sakhare and Lady Tullia on their way, then? I thought they might come with you.”

“I allow them their own time throughout the day. It’d hardly be fair for me to take up all of their lives, wouldn’t you agree?” you said.

“That’s true,” he said. “You are magnanimous indeed. Naratori is lucky to have you as our future queen.”

“I hope that I may fulfill the duties of the role in a fitting manner,” you said. “Though I do believe that most of the governance will fall to my future husband.”

“It’s likely,” he said. “And he will be the one that is remembered for those deeds, as well. Nevertheless, I’m sure that Naratori will only benefit by your inheritance of the queen’s throne.”

“I appreciate your faith in me,” you said. “Oh, there are Elakshi and Tullia. But who are they walking with?”

Lord Inumaki furrowed his brow. “I see they’ve met Maki.”

“Maki?” you said.

“Principessa Y/N!” Tullia said, her eyes wide as she settled beside you, Elakshi sitting across from her. “Sorry for the delay. We got lost. This woman helped us out.”

“Thank you, Maki,” Lord Inumaki said.

“Of course, my lord,” the woman said, her voice mirthful. “Naturally, I couldn’t leave them wandering alone like that.”

“Did you tell the servants to bring the tea?” Lord Inumaki said. She snorted at him.

“Why would I do your dirty work like that? You expect too much out of me,” she said, crossing her arms. Lord Inumaki’s jaw dropped.

“What? How are we supposed to have tea without any tea?” he said.

“It’s your own problem, so don’t put it on me!” she said.

“There’s no issue,” Fushiguro interrupted quietly. “I sent word to the kitchens during breakfast.”

“Fushiguro!” Lord Inumaki said. “Ah, I knew I was fond of you for a reason.”

“Certainly, my lord,” Fushiguro said before clamming up once again. Lord Inumaki paid him no mind.

“Forgive me for my rudeness, Principessa Y/N. This is Maki Zenin; I suppose you could consider her my assistant, though she obviously doesn’t do much assisting,” he said, shooting her a baleful look to punctuate the statement. Maki rolled her eyes before curtseying slightly at you.

“It is an honor, your royal highness,” she said.

“Ah, um, yes,” you said, still taken aback at her appearance.

She was beautiful in the same way that Lady Mai Zenin had been, with the same feline eyes and short, dark hair, though hers was not styled as elaborately. It was loose and wavy, falling in her face and curling around her ears, but even the boyish hairstyle wasn’t what stood out about her. Rather, the scars criss-crossing over her entire face and body were what you were so intrigued by. She looked like she had been shattered and then glued back together, but with an imperfect hand, so that the seams at which she had broken were still visible.

“Isn’t Zenin a noble family in Naratori?” Tullia said. “I thought I remembered Camillo mentioning them in one of his letters, though I can’t exactly recall the context at the moment.”

“Prince Satoru did show me a Lady Mai Zenin last night,” you affirmed. “Are you related to her?”

Maki exchanged looks with Lord Inumaki, who exhaled and motioned with his hands for her to explain.

“She’s my twin sister,” she said.

“Twin sister? Why is that one is a lord’s assistant and the other is a lady proper?” Tullia said.

“Tullia!” Elakshi said. “Don’t be impolite.”

Considering she was generally the more impolite of the two, this was definitely a surprise. Even Tullia seemed shocked at the reprimand, though she definitely heeded it well, quieting almost instantly.

“It’s alright,” Maki said. “I don’t mind telling the story. It was a long time ago, so it’s not something raw. It’s the same reason I have these scars; I’m sure you’ve been wondering about them since you saw them.”

“You needn’t tell us if you don’t wish to,” you said. “You have a right to your own past. I don’t mean to pry.”

In the background, you noticed Fushiguro’s expression shift into something more pensive, his eyes flashing with an unidentifiable emotion. Whatever that meant, you weren’t quite sure, and you thought you might only disappoint yourself if you tried to guess, so you resolved to leave it quite alone.

“No worries,” Maki said. “It’s better to get such things out in the open, after all. I’m sure that we will meet again, and I’d rather you hear the truth from my own mouth rather than from someone who might not tell you everything or might paint me in a worse light than I really deserve.”

She remained standing, shoulders straight, hands clasped behind her back. She seemed proud, carrying herself with the bearing of a lady instead of a mere lord’s assistant, the first hint you had about her true origins.

“Mai and I are cousins of the current Zenin head, Lord Naoya Zenin. He never treated us as such, though; we were little more than servants in that household, only prettied up when there were guests in order to maintain appearances. Because we’re close in age, I befriended Toge — sorry, Lord Inumaki, and one day I told him everything. He couldn’t do anything, of course, but just having a friend was enough. Or so I thought, anyways.

“One day, I was serving tea to Lord Naoya, and I happened to spill a little on him. He got a small burn on his hand, and he was so infuriated that he ordered I boil a pail of water. I did so, though naturally I was confused at why he had asked for such a thing, and I brought it to him as I had been told to do.

“I’m sure you can guess what happened after that. He took that pail and splashed me with it; not all at once but slowly, methodically, so that I suffered for quite some time, kept suffering until Lord Naoya deemed I had learnt my lesson and truly understood what my error had been.

“I thought I would die at that moment, but luckily, I managed to send a letter to the Inumaki duchy in time. They arrived as soon as they could, the entire household, and demanded I be brought to them. The Zenins refused to let me be adopted by the Inumakis, so the duke hired me to be Toge’s assistant as an excuse to take me back to their manor and care for me properly. I’ve been with them ever since.”

You gaped at Maki, who was unperturbed by the unabashed horror on your face. It was such a gruesome tale, but she spoke of it like it was commonplace. You knew Tullia’s and Elakshi’s faces mirrored your own, but Maki only shrugged.

“It’s definitely barbaric, but it’s the truth of Naratori,” Lord Inumaki said, leaning back in his chair. “You’re from Thiorhiel, which is by all accounts a gentler country, but here…the people are not so kind.”

“This castle is like a pit of snakes,” Maki said. “You’d think that they’d be nobler than this, but to tell you the truth, you’re probably in more danger here than you would be anywhere in the world but Brusmuide itself.”

“How will I know?” you said. “How will I know who to trust?”

“You won’t,” Lord Inumaki said, sipping on his tea, looking over the rim at you with those violet eyes, the ones which were the exact same as King Iwao’s. Then he set the cup down and smiled, though there was a different cast to it, like he was amused by you, like you were something he found to be incredibly entertaining. “You’ll just have to hope that the decisions you make are the right ones.”

#megumi x reader #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #reader insert #royal au #a song for the drowned #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[darknight3904]

Waiting For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴊᴊᴋ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 2 ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ. ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ɴᴀᴏʙɪᴛᴏ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ. ꜰᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴍɪɴɢ. ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ ᴄʟᴀɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀʟꜱ

ɪᴛꜱ ꜱʜɪʙᴜʏᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ;)

ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

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ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴀᴅ ʜᴇʜᴇ.

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

2018

June

"You have to be kidding me." You sigh as you let your boys into the house.

"I'd never. I'm always serious when it comes to you. Megumi, call Shoko. She can patch you up." Gojo smiles waving the boy off

"Are you okay? I can call her. Satoru's overpowered self doesn't know what real pain feels like." You glare at your boyfriend

"I'm fine. Just watch over Itadori." Megumi says slowly walking off in the direction of his room he hasn't been inside for months since moving into the dorms at Jujutsu High

"So this... pink-haired, normal kid ate Sukuna's finger?" You ask in disbelief as you watch Megumi walk off.

"Yup. I think he's even got potential as a vessel." Gojo says motioning to the unconscious child he's holding like a sack of potatoes.

"Satoru, a finger is one thing. Twenty is a whole different story." You warn

"Did I mention he can swap with Sukuna at will?" Gojo asks

"What?" You stop in your tracks

"Cool, right? I asked him to give me ten seconds with the King of Curses and ten seconds later, Itadori here was back in control of his body." Gojo explains

"And Sukuna is okay with this?" You ask

"Oh, I doubt it. There's something special about this kid for sure though. Plus he seems like he'd be a great friend to Megumi. Seriously, that kid's so quiet sometimes I swear he's a statue or something." Gojo points out

"I'll ignore what you just said about Megumi for now. But, you realize what the higher-ups will say about your master plan to get Megumi a new best friend." You remind Gojo.

"Yeah, yeah...according to regulations he should be executed. Didn't know you were such a fan of theirs." Gojo teases

"I'm not and I know you're not either. Which is what makes your decisions so dangerous. Running around doing whatever you please will get someone hurt." You remind him

"Damn, you're a buzzkill. Too much time with Nanamin will do that to you though. We'll have to have a date night soon so I can remind you how cool I am." Gojo smiles

"Right, super cool, that's definitely why we're together." You roll your eyes, "Has it ever occurred to you that I genuinely like spending time with Nanami?"

"Well, that's just a bonus. The real reason is obviously my good looks." Gojo grins, pulling at his blindfold to wink at you.

"Wuzz happinin?" A gurgled voice sounds as Itadori struggles out of Gojo's grip and lands on the soft living room rug you had picked out with Tsumiki years ago.

"Oppsie...can't have you waking up yet." Gojo laughs before flicking Itadori's head and watching him fall asleep again

"Well, I'm off to talk to the higher-ups about him. Make sure Megumi actually calls Shoko. He tried going toe to toe with Sukuna before I got there." Gojo smiles

"I can't believe you let Megumi of all people get beat up by Sukuna." You groan walking towards the steps.

"Getting beat up builds character." Gojo reasons as he scoops Itadori back up

"Says the man who has Infinity and can teleport."

"Having him around won't be that bad." You assure the dark-haired boy beside you.

"You're kidding, right? We are talking about the same person right? Because last I checked you just said Itadori would be coming to school here." Megumi asks

"Of course we are. Besides you need friends your own age." You push

"I do have friends," Megumi said sitting down on his bed beside you

"I don't count." You smile "Also, why are you acting so cool all of a sudden? Satoru told me that you didn't want Itadori to die." You smile

"Yeah, I didn't want him to die. I didn't say I wanted him to join the school I went to." He clarifies

"Well, too bad. Satoru got what he wanted and now Itadori is officially a vessel. Of course, his threatening of the higher-ups probably influenced their decision. After all, no one's ever going to be able to beat him so arguing immediately becomes pointless." You say

"Aww talking about me with such fondness in your voice? My heart is warmed." Gojo suddenly cuts in, slowly opening Megumi's dorm door

"What do you want?" Megumi asked

"I'm here to drop off your new best friend." Gojo grins, pushing the door open fully to reveal Itadori, this time conscious.

"Hey, Fushiguro." He smiles with a save

"You had to put his room right next to mine?" Megumi asked

"Of course." You laugh standing up and crossing the room to Gojo and the newest student of Jujutsu High.

"Oh, hello, Zenin-san." Itadori greets

"Hello, Itadori. I hope Satoru has told you everything you need to know about this school." You smile

"Yeah, he was great at explaining everything." Itadori nodded

He definitely missed a bunch of stuff.

"That's great. We'll leave you two to talk. Megumi you should help Itadori unpack his stuff, you'll get to know each other better." You suggest, linking your arm around Gojo's.

"Wow a girl's close to me! I think I'm blushing!" Gojo declares stupidly beside you as he lets you pull him out Megumi's room and down the hallway.

"Is there something wrong with you? Seriously, the more I spend time with you the more I think you were dropped on your head as a baby or something." You groan in annoyance

Itadori watches his new teacher and the good-looking woman disappear down the hall, bickering like an old couple the further away they get. He swears he even hears one of them mention toenails.

"Hey, Fushiguro, they're kinda strange together don't you think?" Itadori asks

"Trust me, you haven't even seen the half of it." Megumi sighs

July

The soft beeping of Satoru's alarm is what greets you most mornings. Normally you'd lie in bed while he showered and then drag yourself downstairs and eat breakfast with him. Instead today, you're greeted with strong arms wrapped around your waist and a barrage of kisses down your neck.

"Good morning," Satoru says, his voice is deep with sleep and his white hair is a mess atop his head

"Mmm...morning." You groan, trying to wiggle away from him so you can stretch.

"Don't leave." Satoru groans

"I won't. I just need to stretch my leg feels funny." You promise

"Fine." He relents, letting go and opening his pretty eyes

"Woah, jumpscare." He says "What the hell happened to you?"

"Shut up. It's all your fault anyway!" You groan, grabbing your pillow to try and suffocate him

Satoru laughs under the pillow and easily pushes you away.

"Sorry, sorry. Guess I got carried away with the hickies last night. It won't happen again." He laughs

"You're a terrible liar." You sigh, reaching across him and snatching up his phone from the nightstand when it dings

"Who is it? Is it our little blessing telling us to stop PDAing in the hallways when you visit the school?" He asks

"You really need to stop calling him a little blessing, even if his name literally means it." You laugh "It's actually Itadori. Apparently, He, Nobara, and Megumi are going out shopping and to a movie later. They wanna know if you wanna tag along." You say

ding!

Bring Zenin-san if she's free too!

"And my presence has also been requested." You smile and tap out a reply

We'll be there at 1!

"They just want me to pay for everything." Gojo scowled

"What's the matter, rich boy? Are your pockets hurting supporting all these teens? You're the one who brings 'em home like they're lost kittens." You tease

"So mean to me! And after I gave you three orgasms last night!" Satoru laughs

"Oh please, I know we're not dating because of my stellar people skills." You remind him, poking at his face as you lie back down next to him, hoping for some cuddling before you have to get up and shower.

"You're right...It's probably your awesome tits that have kept me around for so long."

"Satoru Gojo!"

"I'm sorry but they're really great! It's like one of the first things I noticed about you!"

"Domain Expansion!."

"Wait, I was just joking!! It's also your awesome personality! What're you doing with that pillow? Stay back, demon!!"

"Where the hell are they?" Nobara groans

"Gojo is always late. I don't know why you bothered inviting him." Megumi says, his face still buried in his phone

"Yeah, but I thought since we invited Zenin-san he'd be more punctual." Itadori groans

"Trust me, when those two are together, they're anything but punctual," Megumi warns

"You sure seem to know a lot about them, Fushiguro. What aren't you telling us?" Nobara smirks, nudging her classmate

"Yeah, c'mon Fushiguro, spill the beans. That's the whole reason we invited both of them here. We wanna know what kind of a relationship they have!" Itadori says

"Why does it matter? They're both idiots. Gojo more so but still..." Megumi says

"I happen to think Zenin-san is a very respectable woman who would never stoop so low as to be romantically entwined with Gojo. I mean have you seen him?" Nobara asks

"Yeah, but have you ever seen Gojo without his blindfold? I did one time and he's totally hot! What if Zenin couldn't resist a pretty face?" Itadori countered

"I think she's stronger than that. Besides it'd be kind of crazy if two special-grade sorcerers were dating. They'd be the definition of a power couple!" Nobara says

"Yeah, but wouldn't that make them cooler than they already are?" Itadori asks

"Whatever, I just hope Gojo pays for everyone's snacks at the movie theater." Nobara says

"I'm not a walking ATM machine you know."

"Gojo!" Itadori smiles "Oh and Zenin-san is here! Perfect timing."

"You guys can just ignore him, he'll definitely pay for everyone's food." You smile

"Why are you two always so late?" Megumi asks

"You've known us for how many years Megumi? You should know that Satoru is chronically late." You say

"Wait...how many years have you known him, Zenin-san?" Nobara asks, her detective skills are on point today...

"Huh? Oh, I've known Megumi since he was six." You say as if its obvious

"What?" Nobara asks, clearly shocked

"Yeah, so has Satoru. He's actually the one who met Megumi before me. Brought him back like a little homeless kitten." You say, thinking of the day you met Megumi for the first time.

"You remember Toji Zenin, right?" Gojo asks, the phone crackling slightly as you listen to him

"I mean...vaguely. I think I might've seen him a few times around the clan's estate when I was little." You say

"Right, well he's got these kids..." Gojo trailed off

"So?" You ask, wondering if he could hear your eye roll through the phone

"I'll be there soon. Don't keep me waiting!" Gojo sings before hanging up

You groan, wondering what nonsense he was cooking up this time. Without Geto around Gojo had become a bit of a pain in everyone else's asses. Perhaps he was just lonely without his friend or maybe he really was just that annoying. All you knew was that when Geto was still here, Gojo bothered you a lot less than he did now.

"What the hell is this?" You ask twenty minutes later staring at Gojo and then at the two small kids who are next to him, a boy and a girl

"The kids I was just talking about, duh. Don't you listen? No wonder you have to study so much." Gojo taunts, pushing you out of the way and into your dorm, the kids following close behind. They reminded you of little ducklings following their mom.

If their mom was an 18-year-old white-haired freak of nature that is.

"Where the hell did they come from? You didn't steal them did you?" You ask

"You want a baby-making lesson? How bold, Zenin. I'd rather wait til' marriage though." Gojo laughs

"Can we play with that?" a small voice interjects, Gojo's crass words flying over young minds

You follow the boy's pointing hand to where your Wii console sits in front of your TV.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, knock yourself out." You say "The games are in a bin under my bed."

"They're Toji Zenin's kids. The boy is Megumi and the girl is Tsumiki." Gojo says as he watches them load Mario Kart up on the TV, bickering about who was going to get to play as Yoshi.

"You stole a dead man's children? What the hell is wrong with you?" You groan. These kids should be with the clan leader if they're orphans, not with Gojo.

"I didn't steal them. He basically gave them to me." Gojo defends

"He's dead, Gojo. He can't give anything anymore. Besides you can't just hand kids off like they're watermelons." You say

"Well he was originally going to sell them off to your clan so I'm doing them and him a favor," Gojo says

He's right, he is doing them a favor by keeping them away from the clan. Even now at 17, you can't escape how it ruins your life, just being a Zenin is terrible, especially for the girls.

"Alright well, what're they doing here in my dorm?" You ask

"I was hoping you could help me with them. I don't really know much about kids. Plus you guys are related so at least they'll know one of their relatives this way." Gojo explains

"You're joking, right? Gojo we can't just raise two random kids together." You say "Take them to some government program or something. They shouldn't grow up with sorcerers looking after them."

"Yeah about that...Megumi has the-" Gojo is cut off by a scream of frustration from the TV where the kids are playing

"You can't just let them out whenever you lose! That's not good sportsmanship! " Tsumiki shrieks tossing a pillow at what looks like two puppies that sit next to Megumi

"Holy shit..." You say, your eyes ready to pop out of your head

"Yup. Megumi here's one talented kid. He's got the Ten Shadows Technique. Something your clan is itching to get its hands on." Gojo smiles

You can hear the smugness in his voice as you begrudgingly make up your mind.

"Fine. I'll help. But only for a few years." You say casting a glance at Gojo who just continues to smile

"Why don't you ever tell us anything, Fushiguro?!" Itadori groans "You grew up with two super cool people raising you and didn't say anything?"

"I didn't think you guys would care," Megumi says

"Alright, so you guys are just what? Co-workers who raised Megumi together then?" Nobara asks

"What? No. Well, I guess it technically started that way but now..." You trail off looking at Satoru who tosses an arm around your shoulders

"We're a couple! She couldn't resist my charms!" Gojo says

"I told you, Kugisaki!" Itadori shouts in victory

"Shut up, you idiot!" Nobara groans

You laugh at the first years as they bicker while Megumi watches them in silence.

"Mmm. You're so pretty when you smile like that." Gojo says, his lips tickling your ear as he whispers to you.

"Stop it..." You say, turning away from him

Gojo laughs before pulling you so your back is pressed to his chest. He leans down and gently places a kiss on your ear, then behind it, and then another on the nape of your neck.

"Could you two keep it PG for once in your lives?" Megumi asks, his face is red with embarrassment.

"Sorry, I know you said no more PDA. Can you blame me? She's just so gorgeous. I have to remind her regularly." Gojo smiles

"I think it's kind of cute," Itadori says

"Yeah, Fushiguro stop hating on them....hey what's that on your neck, Zenin-san?" Nobara asks

Shit...the foundation that was covering the marks from last night must've smeared...

"Gross!" Megumi declares getting ready to walk away

"Hey, it's natural! How do you think you came into this world?!" Gojo defends

"Gojo, we didn't create Megumi." You remind him, watching as Nobara and Itadori chase after Megumi.

"You're telling me. No kid of mine would have an attitude like that!" Gojo scoffs

"Yeah, you're right, they'd probably be worse."

August

"You're sure keeping him here isn't going to get anyone else killed?" You ask watching as Itadori messes with Yaga's cursed corpse bear.

"Nah, I had Shoko keep his resurrection off the record. Sukuna sure is unpredictable though." Gojo says

"What about Megumi?" You ask, "He seemed really broken up about Itadori's 'death'. So did Nobara."

"They'll be fine. They didn't know him that long anyway." Gojo waves you off

"Satoru, you of all people should know that it doesn't matter how long you spend with a person. The memories existing are more than enough even if much time hasn't passed." You say, referring to Geto.

"They'll be okay, this isn't permanent. Just til' he gets a bit stronger." Gojo says

Right, getting stronger, is a constant goal for a sorcerer. You look over at Itadori who's just been punched by the bear.

"He has a lot of work cut out for himself. You sigh watching as the bear dances in victory.

"That reminds me...could you give Nanamin a call for me? I wanted to tell him about Yuji myself but he blocked me after I sent him too many memes last year." Gojo says

September

"Utahime-san, we can cut through here. I bet the kids are...who the hell is that?" You ask stopping your pace.

A skinny blonde boy is about 30 feet away, a shiny sword in one hand. His long hair is pulled back and strange pink triangles adorn his under eyes.

"He's human," Utahime warns

"Women! And they're pretty too!" He smiles, the sword in his hand glitters in the light

"Get out of the way." You say, not interested in talking, "I'm busy."

"Wahhh, so mean! That's okay though...."

A flash of blonde hair meets your eyes as he swings at your head.

"Damn, you're slow." You taunt as you move easily out of the way, Utahime close on your tail.

You have to be mindful of her. She's not one for actual fights, she's best with support. Plus, you don't want to find out if there are any more special-grade curses like that tree thing lurking behind any of these buildings. Fighting something like that didn't interest you, especially if it meant you'd have to look after another while doing so.

Maybe you could just annoy this guy into leaving you alone so you could go find the students.

"I don't think you're worth my time. Look at you you're not even clothed properly." You taunt

"You're so fast!" I thought I cut at least one of you!" He smiles

You roll your eyes, whoever this guy is he probably won't just give up. He must not be aware that he's clearly outclassed by you.

"I don't think I should even bother activating my technique to defeat you. You're like a flea on a lion's back, completely invisible." You grin before quickly closing the distance between you and him, delivering a solid right hook to his face.

Ponytail goes flying and lands on the ground, hard.

"Who said you were allowed to hit that hard?" He groaned, holding his injured face.

"I did. When I decided you weren't worth my technique. Now come back over here, I want to hit you again." You say motioning to him

"What kind of person says that?!"

Before you can get another hit in, the veil has been lifted. You squint up at the sky to see Gojo there, clearly surveying what's happening.

"It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet!" Ponytail whines "I guess I'll see you later..."

"Huh?" You turn to the guy only to see him sprinting off. "Hey! Where the hell do you think you're going-"

"Just leave him, He's not worth it, you said it yourself. Besides we should clear the area." Utahime says looking up at Gojo. "I have a feeling that that idiot is about to do something to get rid of that special grade that was in the forest."

October 5, 2018

"Do I really have to be here?" Nanami asked with a tired sigh

"Of course you do. It'll be fun you'll see." You smile at the blonde

"Last time we all went out didn't Gojo throw up on you, Nanami?" Shoko asked

"Yes. That is one of the reasons I don't want to be here." He confirms, his eyes remain fixed on you

"Oh, would you relax...besides Satoru isn't even here right now." You point out.

You wish he'd stop doing that. Nanami was always watching, it kind of felt like if you dud anything embarrassing he'd catch you and tease you for it. Not that he had ever done that...yet.

"Where is he? I thought we all agreed on meeting here at six." Mei Mei says

"Oh, he was given an extra mission today. He shouldn't be too much longer." You say

"If that were me I would've asked for extra pay. Especially if I wasn't given an advanced notice." She says

"I doubt he needs any more money at his disposal." You laugh

"You never know, what if I'm actually broke?" Gojo chimes in as he makes his way towards the table

"Well, then who's been paying all the bills for the past ten years at our place?" You tease as he sits down next to you.

"Megumi. He's got his Shikigami robbing banks for him." Gojo grins

"Yeah, okay." You laugh, shoving at his shoulder.

"Hey wanna play a drinking game? We could all name the things we love about Satoru Gojo!" He suggests like he always does when alcohol is on the table

"No!" Everyone groans in unison.

"Thanks, Nanami." You huff as you slam the passenger side door, effectively trapping Gojo in the car

"Are you sure you'll be able to get him in the house by yourself?" Nanami asks, eyeing the drunk sorcerer who has his entire face pressed up against the window

"I'll be okay...I think. Megumi is at the house with Itadori, they're having a sleepover... Not sure why they couldn't just do that at the dorms. Anyway, I'll just have them help out if I need to." You say

"Alright. I'll see you later then. Goodnight." Nanami says

He's as polite as ever as he walks down the sidewalk to his own car. Somehow you swear Nanami came into the world with good manners and matching clothes on. Seriously, how do all of his outfits always look good?

You turn your back and miss the way Nanami's eyes follow you, wishing you had taken him up on his suggestion for help. Yes, even if it meant dealing with Gojo, he'd do it for you.

"Who knew he was this heavy?" Itadori laughed as he supported Gojo's legs

"It's all those sweets he eats. He's probably secretly 900lbs or something." You groan, "Megumi are you even supporting your side?"

"Of course I am." He says, "Just walk faster, my arm is cramping"

It's an entire ordeal to get Gojo into the house. Megumi and Yuji help you toss him onto the couch before bidding you goodnight. You have a feeling they're just going to lock themselves in Megumi's room and watch horror movies for hours. But hey, what else would you do on a Friday night at 15?

"Nghhh."

Damn, you were hoping he was out for the night.

"Satoru?" You ask, crouching down to be eye level with him as he lays on his side on the couch

"Nanamin?" He asks

"Nope. Guess again." You smile

"Shoko?" He asks

"Wrong." You laugh

"I give up, tell me." He groans, his eyes remained closed as he lay there.

"It's your girlfriend." You say

"Suguru?"

Now you don't know if you should feel insulted or feel bad for him.

"Whatever. Let's get you out of your clothes and put something more comfortable on." You say, pulling his zip up off and reaching for the t-shirt he had underneath.

"Hey!" He suddenly gasps, shooting up so he's sitting upright

"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned

"I'm taken. Besides you can't just strip me without my consent. I'll call the police." He says, holding his hands across his chest like he was a woman, "No means no."

"Satoru, I'm the one you're dating. Now let's go put our pyjamas on." You say, maybe he could follow you so he could dress himself upstairs

"You want me to follow you after you just tried violating me! What kind of sick pervert are you?!" He asks, his hands remaining over his chest

"The sickest there is." You joke, "By the way you don't have boobs to cover up, stop sitting like that."

"I'm in a vulnerable situation!" He defends

You didn't have the energy to do this and drunk Satoru was driving you nuts,

"Right vulnerable..."You sigh before walking over to the bottom of the steps "Megumi! I need help with him!"

"Can I use a Shikigami this time?" The boy calls back

"Sure!" You say

A half second passes before Megumi and Itadori clamor down the steps to reappear in the living room to take in the "violated" 28-year-old manchild who remained set on remaining modest with his hands on his chest.

"Um...Zenin-san what's he doing?" Itadori asks

"He thinks he's got tits to hide or something." You sigh, too tired and a bit drunk to deal with all this.

"Rabbit escape," Megumi says, and before you know it the living room is filled with little white rabbits.

"Woah, Fushiguro these guys are super cute!" Itadori says, picking one of them up and petting it.

"Right? I was so excited when he showed them to me for the first time." You smile

"Carry him," Megumi says to the rabbits, ignoring the two of you.

The rabbits move in sync and surround Gojo before pushing him off the couch and onto their many backs so they can carry him up the steps.

"It's kind of like he's crowd surfing," Itadori observes

"Ha!" You laugh as you watch Satoru slowly make his way up the steps by rabbit back.

"Should they put him on the bed?" Megumi asked

You think about it for a moment. Drunk Satoru was always cuddly but he often vomited and you didn't want to clean that up.

"Just...leave him on the floor at the foot of our bed." You suggest

"Heh, like a puppy dog." Itadori laughs

October 31, 2018,

7:14 pm Jujutsu High

"What do you mean they're asking for Satoru specifically?" You ask looking at Ijichi, bewildered that normal people would know who your boyfriend is.

"Apparently they're calling for him. But we think it has to do with the veil that's been lowered that's holding them there." He explains

"I'm famous." Gojo declares, standing up with a grin.

"Famously stupid." You roll your eyes and Nanami lets out a hum of amusement

"She's right about that." He agrees

"You worried or something? I'll be fine." Gojo smiles, resting his elbow on your shoulder

"I'm always worried about you." You mumble

"What was that?" He asks

"Nothing." You say

"Mmmhm...welp, I'll be off to Shibuya then. I'll see you two later." Gojo smiles, leaning down for a kiss.

"I need a kiss, for encouragement." He says

You lean forward and gently place a chaste one on his lips, aware that poor Ijichi and Nanami are a few feet away.

"A real one!" Gojo groans

"All our kisses are real you fool!" You defend pushing his face away from yours

"Fine! I'll just get a kiss from whatever curse is making that barrier. I bet it'll be better than yours anyway!" Gojo taunts before walking off

You let out a sigh of relief as he disappears down the hall. Satoru was exhausting sometimes.

"How do you willingly put up with that?" Nanami genuinely asks

"I wish I knew." You reply

8:14 pm, Shibuya, Restaurant Avenue.

"You're getting fat. My son doesn't want a fat bride." A voice calls

Damn...of all places why here? You wanted to go home, shower, and watch bad reality TV with Satoru.

"Hey! What'd you just say?! Zenin-san is a special-grade sorcerer! You can't just say-"

"It's alright, Nobara. This old fool is probably so senile and drunk he doesn't know what he's saying." You say, turning to see Nabito Zenin, clan leader, and your future father-in-law standing before you.

"Naoya won't have kids with a fat woman. Lay off the noodles." Naobito scolded

"I need to buy new pants again. You have to stop feeding me all your leftovers, I'm getting fat!" You groan in front of the mirror

"You're not fat! Besides, even if you've gained a little, it just means there's more to love!" Satoru beams, wrapping his arms around you from behind, "You're as beautiful as ever, sweetheart. Besides I like curves, they're attractive! "

"Oh, fuck off. I don't plan on reproducing with Naoya anyway." You say

"Well, that'll be news to him," Naobito says shaking his head"Maki, I can't believe I'm supposed to be assessing your promotion. I plan to make sure you don't get it, by the way."

If this were a cartoon, you're sure Nobara's ears would be blowing smoke out of them by now. She's positively red with anger and honestly, it's a bit comical. You're used to Naobito's insults, and so is Maki, neither of you is going to let him get under your skin tonight.

"And how'd that work out last time you tried doing that?" Maki asks, looking at you

Naobito's face droops into a scowl. He's not happy to be reminded of his failure to prevent your promotions over the years.

"That was different. The higher-ups like that she's got a technique. You're just a brat who's good with a few cursed tools and a fancy pair of glasses." He explains

"And yet she's a higher rank than your own son is. Naoya is a Special Grade One right? Oh wait, so are you! That must be embarrassing. Last time I checked special grade is higher than Special Grade One, right?" Maki laughs

Nobara lets out a snicker but stops it from becoming too loud by slapping her hand over her mouth.

"You insolent little bi-"

Alright, that's enough. Naobito's hand that flies, ready to smack Maki, is fast but you're faster. You easily catch the old man's wrinkled wrist.

"You're getting slow. Perhaps it's all the booze you like you guzzle." You say

"Whatever. You're lucky that you're actually useful, otherwise I would've killed you years ago." He scowls, "Ungrateful bitch,"

"Mmhm, sure." You say, "Raise a hand to either of these girls tonight and you'll be sent back to the Zenin Estate in pieces. I've gotten faster and don't mind demonstrating why I'm a Special Grade, so watch it, old man."

"You've become overconfident. I think you're spending too much time with that white-haired fool." Naobito smiles

"Perhaps. Do you really want to find out though? I wonder if Naoya or any of his brothers will be concerned when the dear clan leader turns up dead." You reply

9:05pm,

"The second curtain is down!" Nobara declares

"Good. We'll move in then. Inumaki is handling evacuations so focus on any curses or curse users." You say "Our main goal is to assist Satoru in whatever way possible and get as many normal people safely out of his way."

"Got it." Maki says

"Yes ma'am." Nobara smiles

"I'm the elder here! Shouldn't I give the orders?!" Naobito yells

"Fine. What do you want to do then, oh dear clan leader?" You mock

...

"Just do whatever she said!" Naobito relents, ignoring you.

Heh. What a loser.

9:26 pm, the basement of Shibuya Station

What was this? A fake? No....he was here!

Suguru Geto was standing in front of him, healthy as ever.

"Who are you?"

"Don't you remember, Satoru? I'm Suguru Geto. Did you forget? How sad!" The imposter mocks him, and Suguru.

"Your body, your cursed energy, everything my six eyes see tells me you're Suguru Geto..."

They're wrong. Every bit of information his body is screaming at him to acknowledge is wrong. The instincts he had relied on for so many years were wrong, This wasn't Suguru. No, Suguru was gone, whatever was in front of him was no friend, and the way he mockingly said Gojo's name was perfect proof.

You can't imitate love.

"But my heart and my soul know otherwise! Who the hell are you?!"

"How'd you know?"

The stitches on the imposter's face are removed as the imposter reveals himself.

"My technique allows me to hop bodies by switching brains. I coveted this man's curse manipulation of course." The monster in front of him mocks

"Goodnight, Satoru Gojo. We'll meet again, in the new world." It bids him goodbye

"How long are you going to let it keep using you, Suguru?" He calls out to his best friend for the first time in nearly a year.

"HA!" The monster grins as Suguru fights him, amused by the struggle from Suguru's instincts.

I'm always worried about you.

Looks like you were right. You always were, one way or another.

Heh, next time Satoru Gojo might listen to you. After all, look how he's ended up.

"Gate, close."

10:20 pm, Inokashira line

Satoru Gojo has been sealed.

At least that's what you heard through assistant directors who have been feeding information the best they can.

How the hell did he get himself captured? He was untouchable, so what did he see that rattled him that badly?

"Why don't you cut loose. I'm sure you could level the playing field against these curses easily, Miss Special Grade." Naobito taunted

"Shut up!" You yell, cutting through another low-level curse

Letting loose, what a funny idea. Creating too many duplicates was bad, especially in a high-stress situation like this. What was once a support mission had just become a rescue mission.

"You know she can't." Maki defends you

"Whatever. All I hear is how special you are yet I've never seen your full technique. Kind of a waste don't you think?" He asks

He's baiting you. It won't work.

"Once we rescue Satoru, I'll show you my full technique. Perhaps one of my duplicates will kill you for me." You say

"I doubt it." He grins

"Zenin-san!" A oh so familiar voice calls out to you

"Nanami!" You greet, Thank god you're here to save me from this old man."

"Are you alright?" He asked

Always so overly concerned.

It was sweet though, you'd have to have lunch with him soon, you wanted to catch up with him, it had been too long. Perhaps you could go to a diner, Nanami had always enjoyed a good sandwich.

"I'm fine." You brush him off

"I overheard his taunts. Don't let your technique out fully unless there's no choice." Nanami reminds

"Duh, I'm not crazy." You say you say gently punching his arm.

Nanami shakes his head but falls into pace with all of you.

"You ought to turn back. Grade One is the minimum for the next battles, Maki." He warns

He's right. You had noticed that the deeper you went into the station, the stronger the curses were. You hadn't been sure what you were going to say to the girl but you were glad Nanami spoke up for you

"I'll be fine." She said

"He's right, Maki. I don't want you getting hurt." You say

"How am I going to advance if I don't challenge myself," Maki said

"Dying isn't challenging yourself." You say

"You should listen to your elders, girl." Naobito laughs

"Like I'd listen to a drunkard. I'm staying." Maki declares

When the hell was he drinking?! You swore he didn't have any booze on him.

"Were you seriously drinking?" Nanami judges

"I'm drinking for myself!" Naobito declares shamelessly.

What an asshole.

You follow Nanami down the steps, happy as a clam that there's an adult you actually like here. Sure Maki was great company and you loved her dearly but her stubbornness drove you nuts sometimes.

"Stop." Nanami commands, putting an arm out in front of you.

Then you sense it, something much stronger than the last curses is here.

"Maki, go back up those steps now." You order, making eye contact with a red and white curse.

"Hell, no, I told you I'm-"

"Quit your arguing." Naobito commands suddenly

He's stepped away from your little group and has gotten a hand on the curse

"You guys are too slow."

"Naobito wait!" You call, sensing something is wrong. The curse that put out such a strong aura just seconds ago wasn't putting it out anymore. It was letting Naobito get close to it.

Your words fall on deaf ears as he sends a punch to the curse. It flies back and spits out thousands of human bones.

How disgusting.

It's a little surprising what happens next. You watch as the little red curse crawls away from Naobito, calling out for it's comrades' names.

"What the hell is it doing? Forget it...let's kill it now." You say as you begin to walk towards it.

"How dare you kill Hanami?" It asks before beginning to shake

Oh boy...this couldn't be good.

A bright light flashes and the small red curse that once seemed wildly weak had transformed into a winged creature of sorts.

"I am Dagon." It declares

"Do you know how many frames there are in a second of animation?" Naobito asks

Great...he's going to blab about his technique now.

"If you're going to run your mouth, then you can fight it alone." You declare, not interested in assisting him

"Fine by me," Noabito says

Your focus recenters on Maki. This curse's transfigured form could be dangerous. She'd be the first to die if it really wanted to go all out so you'll have to keep a close eye on her.

You'd never admit it but Naobito's technique was impressive. Being able to break down an enemy's moves was certainly valuable. You watch carefully as Naobito punches and kicks away at Dagon who seems unable to get a decent hit on the old Zenin leader. You made no move to stop Maki as she swung at the curse, after all you knew Dagon would focus on the ones who could deal heavier damage.

"Don't you plan on helping?" Nanami called

"Yeah, yeah. I was kind of hoping Naobito would get beat up a little more though." You sigh, unsheathing your sword.

Eight of them. Eight phantoms is the number that you can control easily. Any more and they break away from your main mindset. By creating too many they gain their own willpower and goals, something like that can be deadly.

For example, if 25 Phantoms are created, only eight at a time will listen to your main body's orders. The others will access and act on what's going on around them at their own whims. If they become too free and learn to use their techniques, they can infinitely multiply and there'd be nothing you could do to stop them.

"Guess I'll start with three tonight. Let's see what you got, Dagon."

You'll start with 3 duplicates for now.

"Surround it. Hold it down." Your commands are instantly carried out as they each draw their swords to match you and begin moving towards Dagon.

"No!" Dagon calls as he takes a hard blow from Noabito

Suddenly the scenery changes from the station to a sunny beach. Damn it, this must be its domain.

Suddenly, two of your duplicates are cut down, they melt away and the last one remains to your right, awaiting orders. A nasty cut on its leg bleeds but it isn't anything fatal so it remains intact.

"Zenin-san!" Nanami's voice calls for you

A sharp pain fills your body as warm blood begins to trickle down your torso. Shit, did he just cut your intestines?

The harsher your wounds, the harder it would be to create a strong duplicate.

A barrage of different creatures are flying towards you now, almost like they're in slow motion.

Nanami said not to go all out...very well, you'll just have to push yourself to the limit of your control. There's no reason not to create 8 duplicates, even if they're hard to control.

"Get me to him." You order four of them

"The rest of you protect Maki." You say

She'll be the first to fall if you all stay in the domain for too long. Naobito's technique was protecting him and you were sure Nanami had enough strength to hold out until you were able to deal the finishing blow. Your duplicates were weaker than normal, and you sent the weaker ones to watch over Maki, you'd have to finish this fast and then get to Shoko, the bleeding from your stomach hadn't stopped yet.

"You're the weakest." Dagon declared, ignoring your charge and rushing Maki

Shit. This damn stomach injury was slowing you down. Without it, you're sure you would've been able to kill him by now.

"Maki!" A voice calls from the ocean

Megumi! Wasn't he with Itadori?

You grin as you see that Megumi has brought Maki her special-grade cursed tool. Good, with her safe that means you can make your attempt again.

With four duplicates left, Dagon is moving toward Megumi who seems to be trying to break the domain open. Those creatures Dagon likes are the perfect path to him.

Your stomach burns as you slice down a creature in your way. Nanami has moved to protect Megumi.

Heh, Megumi's going to break a hole in the domain at this rate. Maki and Noabito are behind you, ready for a quick escape. It's true none of you stand a chance like this.

Shit if only you had dodged when Nanami called to you. Three of your duplicates are dead and one remains as you call her to your side, ready to slip through the hole.

A gurgle sounds and before anyone can make a move a flash of white meets your eyes and a dead man enters the domain.

Toji Zenin is alive and well as he enters with a sinister-sounding laugh.

You watch wide-eyed as Toji uses Maki's cursed tool to attack Dagon.

"Who is that?" Maki asks

You're too shocked to answer as you watch the ghost easily overpower Dagon.

Satoru didn't let him go right? No...this was something different.

"Noabito how's he here?" You ask

"I don't know. He's been dead for years." Noabito says

Great, always so helpful.

"He's our best bet right now," Nanami says

Damnit. What kind of special-grade sorcerer were you? Getting injured and relying on some ghost to finish off a curse for you. If only you had infinity like Satoru then you wouldn't have to worry about cuts.

"It's alright. You'll have another chance to prove yourself." Nanami says, "Focus on keeping pressure on your stomach."

You glance down to see your normally dark clothes even darker with your blood.

"I'll help you get to Shoko," Nanami says, wrapping a big arm under your shoulders for support

Shit when did he get so muscular? Damn male puberty, you wished you had gotten to grow that big!

"Speak for yourself, You look just as bad as me." You say, watching as Toji sets himself up for a finishing move.

"Thanks, I love getting nice compliments from you" Nanami smiles

Before you can blink or comprehend Nanami's mood change, you're released from the domain, Dagon's body is slowly disappearing and Toji stands victorious over it.

Noabito looks ready to call out to the ghost, hopefully, to see how the hell he's alive again. You let your weight slump against Nanami, glad he's there to hold you up, even if he's badly injured himself.

It's like it happens in slow motion before your eyes. Toji crosses the room and his fist whirls back to slam into an unsuspecting Megumi. Glass shatters as Nanami holds you from running after them.

"You'd lose. We have to heal you first." He says, "Megumi will be fine."

You hate that he's right.

"Fine then lets get to Shoko and-"

The scent of singed flesh hits your nose and cuts you off, before you know it Nanami is shoving you away from him.

"It's alright." He says when he sees the fear in your eyes

Your eyes find his as your last duplicate moves in front of you to protect you. The last thing you see is the fire that covers your last close friend from your teenage years.

The hot blaze from the fire dries the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes as your head hits the floor, your duplicate is there, you'll have to leave everything to her.

May 2005

"Did you hear about the new student that's joining us? They're from the Zenin clan." Haibara asks as they walk toward their classroom

"Yes, I was there when the announcement was made." Nanami reminds

"Yeah, I know, I'm just excited. I hope they can get along with the second years. It would suck if we all had to stop hanging out together." Haibara says

"I dunno. Seeing Gojo less actually sounds appealing." Nanami says

"Yeah but wouldn't you miss Geto-san?" Haibara asks

"Maybe. He's better than Gojo." Nanami admits as he takes his usual seat, casting a glance at the new desk that has been added to the room

Yaga enters soon after and behind him a small form follows, practically hiding itself behind their muscular teacher.

"Introduce yourself," Yaga says

Nanami watches as the figure stops its hiding and introduces herself. Pretty hair catches his eye as she sits down next to him.

"Hello."

It's in this moment that Nanami knows you are going to be at the center of his attention from now until forever.

July 2006

"Is it possible to die from lack of ice cream?" You groan from your spot on the floor

"It would certainly be a new way to die," Nanami says, as sweat trickles down the back of his neck.

"What the hell is taking Haibara so long? The corner store is only 10 minutes away!" You whine covering your face with a towel that had been wet with cool water.

Nanami is equally uncomfortable and overheated as you but for a slightly different reason. It was the hottest day of the year, of course, you were entitled to wear a tank top and shorts, he'd never want to limit what you dressed yourself in. After all it was your body, not his.

The big issue was that the amount of skin you were showing was hypnotizing to the 16-year-old boy. It's not like he was trying to only focus on the way your body looked, it's just that his eyes kept drifting over there!

"Sorry, it took so long! I dropped my wallet on the way there!" Haibara greeted as he pushed your dorm room's door open

"Next time send a text. I thought I was going to die." You say, immediately reaching for your ice cream

"Are you alright, Nanami you look a little red..."Haibara observes

"I'm fine." He lied, keeping his eyes away from you.

August 2007

Nanami isn't sure what to do. You called him here probably so you didn't have to be alone but what should he say? He felt frozen as he took in your appearance.

To keep it short, you were a mess. Used tissues were on your overflowing nightstand and you were wrapped up under your blankets. Were you even aware he had entered the room?

"Hey..." He said quietly

"Nanami." You greet, turning over to face him from your blanket mountain

"How are you?" He asked awkwardly as he sat down on the floor next to you so his face was even with yours as you lay in bed.

"Terrible." You say quietly

"Me too." He agrees

"You look better than me." You observe

"I got most of my tears out already." He explains, thinking back to the long shower he had taken

You let out a soft hum of acknowledgment and your hand appears from your blanket burrito. Without thinking Nanami takes it in his bigger one.

"It sounds stupid to say but he's in a better place now." Nanami assures

He hated when Geto said that to him earlier but now it was the only thing he could find in his muddled brain.

"It still hurts though." You say

"...I know."

September 2007

The sun was setting when he finally caught up to you. He was worried when you ran off after he read the report about Geto to you. A warm breeze fills his lungs as he watches the scene in front of him unfold.

You hand Gojo a lollipop and settle down next to him on the stairs. It's inappropriate but jealousy burns hot in his stomach as he watches Gojo rest his head on your shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll see him again. Even if it's not for a long time, you'll talk to each other again." You say

"Yeah, I hope so," Gojo responds

Nanami watches as your eyes remain fixed on the saddened white-haired sorcerer. He understands now, Kento Nanami understands that no matter how he chases after you, your eyes will always be fixed on something far up ahead. Satoru Gojo has won you from him and there's nothing he can do to stop it.

February 2015

Nanami isn't sure why he agrees to babysitting the kids you and Gojo took in. Perhaps its because they're fun to be around, not that he'd ever admit it.

"Can we watch a fun movie tonight?" Tsumiki asks

"Yes. If you finish your dinner." He responds as he drives, "And all your vegetables."

"Can we watch Hotel Transylvania?" Megumi asks

"No!" Tsumiki groans

Nanami tunes out the Fushiguro siblings as they launch into a debate about what movies are good and which ones aren't. Apparently, Hotel Transylvania has been dubbed dumb by Tsumiki.

His mind wanders to you and how you smiled and thanked him for helping out tonight. He said it was no problem and reminded you they were welcome any time at his house so that you and Gojo could get some alone time.

He doesn't know why he said that, especially since he easily figured out what kind of night you had planned judging by the racey dress you had on when you walked the kids out. Seriously he thought he'd be feeling some sort of jealousy but instead, he was just enamored with you.

Maybe he just wants to feel useful to you. Afterall, your recent promotion to Special Grade Sorcerer has left him feeling rather weak compared to you, like he wouldn't really be of use if you were ever in real danger. Because if you couldn't win a fight, how would he? Being a rank lower than you it would be impossible.

As he drives Nanami decides that if there were ever real danger, he'd hope that he would be able to keep you safe from harm, even if it were just for a second. Yes, he'd be satisfied with something as small as that.

11:14 pm- Dogenzaka, in front of Shibuya 109

He feels a sense of accomplishment as doom looks him in the face. The curse in front of him doesn't scare him, even as he understands that this will be it.

You had been perfectly unharmed when he woke up before he walked all the way down here. Your duplicate must've taken the fire from the curse that had touched him. She had done her job well and Nanami wished he could thank her. Of course, it never would've occurred if he hadn't pushed you away from him. For once he was glad he let you go. After all, there were so many times from before that he hadn't.

One day he'll meet you again. Perhaps then he'll tell you his true feelings until then though you'd have to wait. It was only fair, considering how long he had waited for you.

"Itadori, you've got it from here."

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Chapter 3: Entangled Ambitions - A Pact Sealed in Royal Halls

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: reader's death, language

Genre: Isekai, Romance, Fantasy

Synopsis: Your life takes a tragic turn as you perish in a car crash, only to awaken in a whimsical world of fantasy with none other than Jujustu Kaisen characters as its main protagonists. But as if that wasn't enough, you're about to marry the prince version of Gojo Satoru. How will you navigate through this world of history and fantasy? Does your life take the same sudden twist of fate as that of your favorite characters?

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Satoru’s heart stops beating for a moment, eyes widen at the harsh words you just spit at him. How would someone like you know about his powers? He was always keen to hide them, never used his abilities in the presence of someone apart from Suguru and his family. He doesn’t even know you that well. You, the daughter of Naobito Zenin. How on earth did you find out?

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

You clear your throat, nerves threatening to fail you. This is the only chance you have left. If Gojo Satoru doesn’t rethink his decision…No, there is no way you’ll die again.

“I am talking about your ability to manipulate the area around you freely, the fact that you can distort space. You are also able to create barriers and voids that nullify any incoming attacks, which makes you almost invincible in battle and is responsible for your great reputation as a fighter. But if your followers get to know about the real reason behind your skills…You know how great the fear of people with special powers is in this country, that all of them get executed. Not even Your Majesty will be spared from this.”

You are walking on thin ice. He is the prince, after all. So much higher in his rank that it would be easy for him to get you executed due to false accusations. But this might be the only card you have left, your last spark of hope. If Gojo Satoru won’t marry you, your father will let you get killed. And apart from that, this might be the only chance you’ll get to meet your favourite characters. What about Geto and Nanami? If Naoya and Gojo exist, they are definitely somewhere in this world as well. You are literally living the dream of every anmie and manga fan.

Well, except for the stinging fact that you call Naobito your father and Naoya your stinky brother.

“That are some heavy accusations you’re throwing at me, Lady (y/n). You know as well as I do that I could get you executed right on the sport for your unwise words despite the fact that you are a daughter of the Zenin family”, he replies.

The way he crosses his legs while smiling down at you arrogantly makes the urge to fall onto your knees and beg him for forgiveness grow louder and louder. But no, this is exactly what he wants. At the moment, all Prince Satoru does is playing and testing you. You can’t allow yourself to be messed with. After all, he has absolutely zero clue about what he is in your old world, that you actually died and reincarnated here. He definitely does know that your life depends on his mercy, though. And that your proposal benefits both of you.

“Why did you decide on marrying me in the first place? Was it because you fell in love with my portrait or rather because your family forced you to choose a wife and you thought I wouldn’t cause trouble because I’m a Zenin, because you considered I would urge to get away from my possessing family as soon as possible?”

Threatening him any further has no use. After all, Gojo is aware of the fact that you know about his hidden talent. Instead, you should focus on things you can actually prove, things that are obvious.

“You are a very loudmouthed young lady. I expected you to be more sublime. As a member of the famous Zenin family, you sure got taught etiquette and obedience from a young age, didn’t you?”

He can’t help himself. Just one look into your glimmering lavender eyes makes him provocative you even further. Of course, every little thing you said is true. Yes, your words are a serious threat on his way to the throne. Yes, his family does in fact urge him every single day to decide on a wife. Your proposal is the best solution for both of you, allows him to carry on with his unbothered life without the responsibility to satisfy his finance’s needs. But still…

“I couldn’t care less about my ancestry, Prince Satoru. All I care about is my own freedom”, you clarify, determination dripping from each and every pore of your face.

“And if you don’t decide on helping me, I have to find another gentleman who suits my requirements better.”

“Another gentleman? You are aware of the fact that I’m the prince, right?”

Out of all the arguments you brought up in this conversation, this one is the one that bugs him the most. Out of some strange reason, the sheer thought of you getting promised to another man doesn’t sit right with Satoru.

“As a prince, you are far above my status anyway. If it weren’t for politics and the reliability when it comes to the advanced weapon technology of my family, I wouldn’t even be considered as your fiancé”, you argue in all seriousness.

“What if I don’t allow you to marry another man?”

“Then I will find my ways to do so.”

“Fine, I will propose to you at the ball this weekend.”

Wait…what? After all the arguments, the discussions and the stinging fact that he stares at you with narrowed eyes, he actually agreed on it? Just when you’re about to thank him and leave, he gets up and opens his full mouth.

“But I want to re-arrange the conditions to suit my needs as well.”

Your pounding heart almost stops inside of your chest. For a moment, you just sit there and stare at him plainly like an idiot. Gojo Satoru, having conditions? This definitely doesn’t sound appealing at all. But do you really have another chance? It might be true that you are able to find another gentleman, the anger of your father will carry on, though. And who knows if he wouldn’t kill you even if you marry another wealthy man. No, this engagement is your best and eventually only option.

“What conditions are we talking about, precisely?”

“Once a week, I am allowed to present you as my fiancée in a way I will decide on my own. As the prince and future ruler of this country, I need to reflect a strong relationship with my future queen to the outside. It has to be credible. Everyone must think that we are deeply in love with each other, Lady (y/n).”

Shivers run down your spine before you’re able to stop them. Just one look into his blue thirsty eyes…This man won’t touch you even in your sleep. Doesn’t he have multiple young women just waiting for a chance to hit on him? Playing his wife for an additional day of the week. How wasteful, considering that you’ll never be more than his fiancée, that this engagement will get cancelled the minute it doesn’t benefit both of you anymore.

“I will fulfil my role over the span our engagement last and accept your addition, Prince Satoru.”

“Great! Now that this is out of the way, let me tell you one last thing.”

Before you’re even able to react any further, he grabs your arm and pulls you close. For a moment, you forget how to breathe, your nose tingling by the exquisite scent that radiates from him. You actually never wondered about the way he smells. But now that he is so close you would be able to touch him, so close that you can feel his breath brushing over the bare skin of your face, heat begins to crawl up your spine. Suddenly you feel like fainting, the immense presence of him standing this closely to you simply taking your breath away.

“If you decide on betraying me by telling anyone about my secret, I will execute you. There are no real feelings between us, I won’t even bat an eyelash.”

“First, make sure you keep your end of the bargain, Prince”, you bite back out of instinct, holding his gaze without any mercy.

Does he really think you’re scared of him? He might be Gojo Satoru, the honoured one, the strongest, the prince of this country. You might have been surprised by the way he grabbed you out of thin air. You are still (y/n), still you.

Instead of backing up, you take another step towards him and grab the collar of his elegant jacket. But you know all of his dirty little secrets, parts of his past and future. You are definitely no one to be messed with as well.

“And make sure you don’t disappoint me.”

You let go of him as sudden as you grabbed him, creating a safe distance between both of you by crossing the room and coming to a stand in front of the exit.

“Send me an invitation to the ball along with a pricy bouquet of lavender flowers. It was an honour to visit you, Your Majesty. I am looking forward to our next meeting.”

One last polite curtsy, one last elegant smile. But just when you’re about to call the waiter in order to open the door for you, it swings open by itself.

And your cheek clashes into something particularly hard.

“Oh no, I am beyond sorry My Lady! I wasn’t aware of your presence!”

That voice…You get greeted by a pair of the manliest hands you’ve ever seen, hands gliding up his definitely toned arms. He lifts you off the ground as fast as you stumbled onto his, arms holding you into place tightly.

“You must be Lady (y/n), what a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Sir Geto Suguru, the steward of Your Majesty.”

“S-Suguru?”

Your widen eyes focus on his face in an instant, heart almost beating out of your chest. All those times you admired his drawing, the way he acted so elegantly. The countless fanfictions you’ve read with this exact first meeting.

Only to end up with him in bed later on.

“That is my name”, the man in front of you replies along with a small laughter.

That smile. That oh so charismatic smile. And that manly smell, a mix of mint and leather. You force yourself to gift him with a smile and create a safe distance between both of you. So this is him, the best friend of Gojo Satoru. Even in this world, you can tell how close they are to each other.

Will it stay like this, though?

“I’m sorry, I must have hit my head a little too heart”, you comment, finally ripping your eyes away from his brown ones.

“Do you know each other?”, the firm voice of Prince Satoru interrupts.

A look into his face tells you that he isn’t amused by this sudden meeting at all.

“I’ve never seen Lady (y/n) apart from the portrait that was sent to you, Prince Satoru. But may I say, you look even more mesmerising in person.”

“Weren’t you about to leave when Sir Geto arrived, Lady (y/n)?”

Gojo smiles at you without his eyes, a cold glare decorating his face that is definitely supposed to intimidate you.

But instead of backing up, you take a risky step towards Geto Suguru and bow oh so sweetly.

“Oh Sir Geto, I don’t deserve your kind words. After all, it is you who is a feast for my eyes. No excuse me gentlemen, I still have lessons to attend. I hope we’ll meet each other again this weekend, Sir Geto. Have a nice week, Prince Satoru.”

Without gifting him another single look, you turn on your heel and walk out the door.

You did it. You convinced him to propose to you. But…is this really what you want? Is Gojo Satoru really what you want? Just the way he stared at you with arrogance dripping from each and every poor. Urgh, you fucking hate him. There’s no way to deny that he’s driving you over the edge. Why on earth does it have to be him? Why not Geto, what about Nanami?

Why does it have to be Gojo Satoru?

“She seems like a really nice young lady”, Suguru comments visibly amused while sitting in your former place.

“What your tongue, Suguru. She will me my fiancé after this week is over.”

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[sassooda]

Worlds Away has been recruited to Web Novel 😭❤️❤️❤️

If I still have some readers here on tumblr, if y’all wouldn’t mind showing the AU some love that would be awesome! If not, still love you 🥰

Really, it’s all the readers I’ve gained from Tumblr that encouraged me to keep writing. I’m very grateful for those of you that have been reading since the beginning but I also appreciate the new readers as well. You guys really are great ❤️

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Alright I have one last request until I'm done for the day😭 alright so for some reason I'm not attracted to Gojo, he's pretty sure, but he's more best friend material for me. So.. I was thinking (Platonic!🤍)Yandere! Gojo vs. (Romantic!💗)yandere! naoya with reader whose like kind of an asshole and like very feminist riot grrrl-y! Thank you for your time!! 💗💗

I'm done for the day I swear😭(i love ur work sm I'm sorry it it feels like I'm overbearing-)

-💗💗 anon

Hmm. Okay, this is interesting, let’s see how it goes. I am overbeared, it’s fine. I’m surprised you like Naoya, he’s a misogynistic asshole

Platonic! Yandere! Gojo Satoru vs Romantic! Yandere! Zen'in Naoya

This all happened because Zen'in had his eyes on you for a little while, and Gojo was trying to be a good best friend and defend you from picking the wrong husband. Zen'in is not safe in the slightest with his anti-feminist mindset, therefore, Gojo must dispose of him so he is dearest best friend can be safe once again

The intense obsession the two share, based around you, begun when their rivalry started to catch fire. You didn’t want to notice it but with how blaring those two are in fights, it’s like trying to watch a puppy run at oncoming traffic

Gojo firmly believes Zen'in pursuing you is dangerous and could harm you, so he tries to keep you away from him and there is no way to fight back from the ‘honoured one’. Gojo can drag you around all he wants, your protests are barley heard as he thinks of the best way to chase Zen'in away

It’s a fight constantly and you’re getting tired of it as it happens everyday. Gojo intervening when Zen'in tries to hit on you and gets into a massive argument over you. It goes the same way as they both are equally possessive and protective over you and your safety in this cursed spirit-invested world

They are very toxic, for sure, throwing stuff at each other and throwing insults after insults. Gojo doesn’t care about anything he has to but keep you safe from the wrong man of choice. Zen'in would fight Gojo for you and your hand in marriage but he knows he can’t win, so he needs to use more dirty means to win

You’re a tough woman who wants to be independent so you come off as rude and you’re a hardcore feminist. Both the guy trying to pursue you and your best friend idolise these traits about you like you’re some goddess from above and neither could see you as different

Gojo and Zen'in simply adore you, rather it be in different lights or not. Both want you to be apart of their lives and both don’t want to lose you, hence why they fight with each other so vigorously to ensure they can be in your presence undivided and unshackled. They need you at this point, it’s getting worse

Gojo is trapped in the delusion where you’re in danger when he sees how Naoya wants your heart. He may not love you romantically but his possessive nature with you stems around keeping you as his dear friend forever, and he, for sure, won’t let some misogynistic asscrack take you away from him

Zen'in is smart enough to not try properly fight Gojo. Gojo will completely annihilate him so he simply decides to use his manipulative skills to the test and try trick you into avoiding Gojo

Though, Gojo does not like that and will try emotionally manipulate you back into liking him and try talk you out of spending time with Zen'in. It’s a whole lot of back and forward of manipulation on both parties’ ends

It’s a big bloody mess of disaster. One’s who fighting for your love, and one’s who fighting to make sure your heart isn’t broken

You have to pick one of them eventually. Whoever you pick will be the one who has what he wanted from the beginning, though, not siding with Gojo is a huge risk with how powerful he is. His Yandere-shifted mind can make him easily destroy the whole world out of anger and betrayal over you

“Yeah! Yeah! I know, you can do whatever you want but he is not safe, that Zen'in. He hates women! Why would you want him as a husband when he’ll treat you bad! I know I’m not saint of a friend but I won’t treat you so bad! Stay with me! I’ll do the best I can to be a amazing friend for you!”

“Don’t believe, Gojo. My love, I don’t think of you like I think of normal women. You’re special, magnificent, beautiful. You’re a man’s dream and I’d be damned to let you go. I can promise you that a marriage with me is a lot more appealing than a mere friendship with that white haired porcupine”

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[lokescurse]

                  Caustic Conceit: A Naoya Zenin Playlist

Details, song list, lyric breakdown, and honourable mentions below the cut!~

A very lovely anon requested that I make a playlist for my personal favourite toxic blonde, and I just couldn’t say no. I delete my playlists on Spotify/Youtube too often for that to be a viable format so I decided to just make a graphic + a list so y’all could go through it in your own time and pick & choose what songs you liked and didn’t to add to your own playlists, if you wanted. Below are the songs listed in the graphic, some of the lyrics that secured them a place, and some honourable mention songs that I wanted to put in but ultimately decided against. They’re still very much on brand, in my opinion, though! Alright enough rambling, here ya go:

1) Headache - Motionless in White:

Some days I’m narcissistic, some days I’m in my way / Some days I try to sleep with pins and needles in my brain / Some days I feel sadistic, a portrait of my pain / Some days I live in fear that I am every fucking thing I hate!

2) Alpha Dog - Fall Out Boy:

You’re not the first or the last / But you’re possibly the prettiest whoa / He’s a fighter past his prime / He’s in the gutter wavin’ his hand / “I’m just fine!” // Alpha dog and o-o-omegalomaniac

3) I’m Not Sorry - Royal & The Serpent:

I got somethin’ to say / “Get the fuck out my way,” / Don’t know if I’ll make it ‘til tomorrow / Without losing all my marbles / I wanna kill everybody / I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry / I’m better than everybody / I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry

4) Ready to Kill - Blackbriar:

He likes a little challenge / It is his choice to let me run / With an evil laugh on his face / You can see he’s having fun // He’s on a hunt and ready to kill / He thinks it’s fun, it is his thrill / I’m chased by a murderer

5) Anxiety - Palaye Royale:

And I was born to be anything I wanted to be / Raised to be fucking mean, I’m a masterpiece / Blasphemy meet again in a world so vicious / Children crying, mothers scream, fathers drink / All you bastards scream!

6) The Sharpest Lives - My Chemical Romance:

If it looks like I’m laughing, I’m really just askin’ to leave / This alone, you’re in time for the show / You’re the one that I need, I’m the one that you loathe / You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose / ‘Cause I love all the poison, away with the boys in the band!

7) X-Amount of Words - Blue October:

You mold, you mold / Yeah, you shape to mold / Oh, you’re bold, you’re bold / But your shape is bold / You’re a symptom superficial / To what they call knowin’ ya / Minus the speed / Could you imagine the phobia? // Systematic, sympathetic / Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic / Your heart is prosthetic

8) I Want It All/We Will Rock You - Queen & Armageddon:

I’m a big deal, you should kneel, and crawl when you approach me / I got big bucks, big cars, I’m bigger than all the universe and its stars / I could buy your life whatever it costs / Name your price, give me what I need to get lost / I could buy the blue from the sky, I’m a rich hog / Give me it now, I’m not the guy you wanna piss off / By any means, I get what I want and I want it all

9) Brand New Numb - Motionless in White:

I’ve got a switchblade wit / That cuts like a bitch / And I think you two should meet // You’re gonna give me what I need / I’ve got blood on my hands, no guilt on my conscience / The war in your path, the sex in your violence / All of my flaws, I wear ‘em with honour / A purple heartbreak for all we’ve suffered

10) Blood! - My Chemical Romance:

I can’t control myself because I don’t know how / And they love me for it, honestly, I’ll be here for a while! // A celebrated man amongst the gurneys / They can fix me proper with a bit of luck / The doctors and the nurses, they adore me so / But it’s really quite alarming, ‘cause I’m such an awful fuck! // I’m the kind of human wreckage that you love!

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Honourable mentions:

*Necessary Evil - Motionless in White ft. Jonathan Davis: “Blow out the candles, I need not a wish for I am everything / Now crawl to my boots and lick / Kneel before me! // The monster you’ve made is wearing the crown / I’ll be the king and you be the clown / I’ll take the blame and parade it around / You’ve made me the villain you can’t live without!”

*Animal Impulses - IAMX: “Wilder than lions, louder than sound / The birds and the bees are getting older now / There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul / Shine razor eyes in delight / Shine razor eyes before you die / Shine razor eyes in this light / There’s a cold breeze blowing over my soul.”

*Why Are You So Cold? - The Haunt: “The pathways are cracking / The ceiling’s come apart / The residents inside have all begun to panic / And I think you just might have been the start // Why are you so unusual? / That’s all I have to ask / You wanna be the leader / Then you fall into the back.”

*Such Horrible Things - Creature Feature: “When I was born / I did surely scorn / My proud parents’ name / Then their lives went down the drain / Drove them insane / My birth was a curse / I bit the nurse / Oh, but I love the worst // When I was sixteen / Life was frightening / My brother was quite dull / So with laughter in my skull / Pushed him in a hole / Then buried him alive / He barely survived / Oh, but I love the cries // I’m exactly what I seem.”

*Death March - Motionless in White: “I’m still rotten to the core / So won’t somebody stop this shit? / Fuck ‘em all, I’m over it! / I indulge the hypocrisy and I devour the pain / I give in to the ecstasy but the cold dark remains / I control my own destiny and I won’t suffer in vain / My enemy will not be the end of me / It’s chaos up in my head / My demons are my best friends / Ashes, ashes, we all fall down / There’s just hate in the hole where my heart used to be.”

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Alright, that’s it! Sorry there’s like....so much MIW, but hey, the vibes are there and I won’t fight them. This was a lot of fun even if it was a lot of work! I’d be happy to do this again, perhaps with other characters or “x reader” themes. If you’re enjoying this and have a similar taste to me (or are even just open about new music), feel free to drop an idea in my ask box and I’ll tell you if I think it’s doable or not.

(Also, special shout-out to a good friend of mine for helping me out and introducing me to Royal & The Serpent. You don’t follow me here but in the off chance you see this, you know who you are. 💜💙)

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[ao3feed-nanago]

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by WthNishi ❨🪐❩ 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘮𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘠𝘦𝘵, 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵? Words: 5057, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Gojo Satoru, Gojo Clan (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru's Mother, Gojo Satoru's Father, Gojo Satoru's Parents, Ieiri Shoko, ieiri shoko's mother, ieiri shoko's father, Ieiri Shoko's Parents, Yaga Masamichi, Amanai Riko, Getou Suguru, Gakuganji Yoshinobu, Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Zenin Naobito, Zenin Naoya, Iori Utahime, Mei Mei (Jujutsu Kaisen) Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Ieiri Shoko, Gojo Satoru & Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru & Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru/Ieiri Shoko, Getou Suguru & Ieiri Shoko, Amanai Riko/Getou Suguru, Amanai Riko & Getou Suguru, Amanai Riko & Gojo Satoru, Amanai Riko/Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru & Nanami Kento, Getou Suguru/Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Adaptation, Inspired by K-Drama | Korean Drama, Alternate Universe - Jujutsu Kaisen Fusion, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fantasy, Romance, Comedy, Thriller, Action, Friends to Lovers, Forbidden Love, Second Chances, Soulmates, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Fish out of Water, Marriage of Convenience, Gojo Satoru Needs a Hug, Soft Gojo Satoru, Student Gojo Satoru, Gojo Satoru-centric, Ieiri Shoko is a Good Friend, Ieiri Shoko-centric, SatoShoko Week (Jujutsu Kaisen), Other Additional Tags to Be Added via https://ift.tt/lIjuLOT

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