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tojivu · 6 months

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# FIRSTS ‣ GOJO SATORU

✰ — author’s note i have risen back from the dead. more coming soon i am on sem break now yahooo

✰ — cw / tags satoru’s firsts just so happened to be with you, f!reader, sfw!

✰ — playing japanese denim by daniel caesar.

GOJO is upset. he is next to you on the school rooftop, hating every second of it—not because it’s you, but because you are crying. you’re crying and he has no idea what to do.

you’d gotten into a fight with your friends, or ‘your stupid friends that are no good for you’ as gojo puts it, that day. it was a trivial matter turned serious, escalating from banter to sudden silent treatment: you have no idea what to do, and you wonder how you will survive tomorrow’s classes and lunch after they had just shut you out. you would have nobody to sit with, you realise. you complain to satoru, your eyes brimming with tears.

he’s about half an arms length away from you, scared he will say the wrong thing; he didn’t know much about arguments. suguru and him were always on good terms. he’s thinking about the most general advice he could give you, just to be on the safer side, in case something specific he says ruins your life. he’s thinking so hard he swears he has veins showing on the sides of his forehead.

your sobs get quieter, and so does he. he hasn’t said much in the past half an hour. he has never felt guiltier than now, cursing himself for not being able to comfort you when you needed him—but an idea comes to his mind, one not half bad.

“c’mere,” gojo suddenly suggests, “closer.”

you comply, unsure of what he’s about to do, until he snakes his arm around your shoulder and turns to you. his right arm reaches for your back, enclosing you—gojo is warm, his shoulders obstructing your peripheral vision.

he’s not sure if he’s doing it right, because you start to sob into his shirt. you would usually be scolded for messing his clothes up, but that’s the last thing on his mind now; he thinks you fit just right into his arms.

“you can have lunch with me tomorrow.” his voice is low and soft, gentle and sweet.

you never knew gojo satoru could be sweet.

“okay.”

gojo pulls away from you, momentarily, his expression one of worry—before opening his mouth to speak again. “your eyes are so puffy. how will guys like you now? your nose is so red, too.”

you scoff, leaning back into his chest. “and i thought you were being nice for a minute..”

“now i’ll be the only one willing to look at you.”

GOJO ‘ s leaning in close to you, and your lips are trembling from how nervous you feel. his eyes are locked onto yours, his breath shaky and clearly uncontrolled; his chest is rising and falling at a fast pace, and you’re the same—fingernails digging into the soft cushion you two are laying on.

it is a friday night when you’re at gojo’s house under the pretense of ‘tutoring’, but here you are: here he is, in front of you and anxious. for the first time, gojo satoru is not confident. a million thoughts race in his mind, swirl and jump around and it almost makes him dizzy—though he can’t tell if it’s actually because of how much prettier you look up close. your lips look so soft, and he knows you’re looking at his too.

you’re not sure how it led up to this. you two gave up on your physics homework and decided to watch a movie, making yourselves comfortable on his couch—and you reached for the remote to lower the volume, reaching over satoru to the table next to him. you think it’s cliché, how you almost fall over the couch when you make that stretch for the remote; only for satoru to catch you with his arm around your waist and his face inches away from yours.

the remote is still in your hand, and satoru’s fingers are gripped firmly on the flesh of your hips. your chests are pressed together and you are so, so tempted.

“can i kiss you?”

you’re taken aback by the question. his breath is cold against your skin; shivers travel up and down your spine and you feel lightheaded again. nevertheless, you muster a nod—you feel the tension break and your heart skip a beat when his lips rush after yours milliseconds after your approval: a relief you never knew you needed.

it feels right, his lips—as if perfectly molded to yours. they are warm and taste like the coffee you shared (technically, that he stole from you) earlier: sweet, so sweet that you need it to last forever.

he pulls away, eyes still following your lips. his pupils slowly trail up your face until they’re looking at yours, dilated and shining in the warm light of his living room.

“i’ve never kissed anyone before.” you almost stutter, hoping he wouldn’t ridicule you as he always did: but you had a feeling this was the kind and gentle satoru you were speaking to.

“me neither,” the ends of his lips curve into a smile, and not the smug one you and many others were used to—something has changed between you two, and his actions suddenly bring about an entirely different weight now.

“feels right with you, though.” satoru whispers. you’re fighting every urge in you to kiss him again; every nerve in your lips wait for his. your self control doesn’t take long to render useless—seconds later, his lips are on yours again, making sure you two are much closer this time.

GOJO is not your boyfriend.

the sun is merciless, beating down on you both as you two hold hands and stroll around the beach and the market that resided next to it. it was a typical saturday afternoon, except with satoru pestering you to go to the beach with him: when he had texted you about it, you were confident he had asked his other friends to come along as well.

you show up at the entrance of the market as planned, and you see nobody else but the tall, snow-headed figure you were well accustomed to.

your friends were surprised you two weren’t dating by the two year mark. there were a few times you got upset about it, the fact that he hadn’t asked you out. he had kissed you, after all; your first kiss, yet you know there was going to be no other like it, and you wanted it to stay that way—yet there was this doubt manifesting in you, an anxiety of sorts: did gojo even mean it?

“satoru.” your voice calls out for him, and his head turns from the view of the waves to you.

satoru didn’t pay any mind to when you started calling him satoru.

it was exhilarating just to even say his name, the intimacy of it was enough: enough for you to be content with the fact that he wasn’t yours—at least you got to call him by the name no other girl could. it felt the same to you, satoru was not yours: but his name was on your tongue.

he was yours in that way.

“y/n.” it was equally intimate when he said yours, maybe even more. the way the syllables of your name roll off his tongue, his expression and tone, one no other man could replicate.

“satoru.” you say again in response, smile getting wider and cheeks redder.

“stop saying my name like that.” satoru smiles and turns his head away from you, again, almost as if he is embarrassed of how red his ears go when you savour every syllable of his name.

his fingers are intertwined with yours. they’re cool compared to the heat you two are standing under, and gojo continues navigating the crowded market—making sure you don’t get pushed around by random strangers.

a few hours pass and you two are eating kiwi fruit on the sandy shores, the sun setting rather slowly. it was noisy: music is being played from an event happening nearby, families playing beach volleyball, children running around haphazardly.

you lean against satoru’s shoulder, wondering when you two will ever talk about that night at his place—you’re not sure if he even wants to talk about it. maybe just a one time thing.

the thought of it never happening again eats you up inside. how unfair it is, that gojo satoru could make you feel such a way and never again.

“y/n,” he mutters, throwing the skin of his kiwi into a plastic bag. “can we talk about it?”

it’s scary how you have nowhere to run now. you thought he would bring it up on the phone, and you’d have at least some time to think about what to say. “about what?”

he scoffs, “don’t act stupid. there’s a reason why i asked you out today.”

you keep quiet, unsure of what to say to make this any less tense. you two were just eating kiwi and watching the sunset. there was nothing awkward about it until he made it awkward.

“then why did you ask me out?”

“because i wanted to ask you to be my girlfriend, but here you are acting like an idiot.” he groans, taking your kiwi and eating it. “i see why none of your dates ever work out.”

you laugh, almost shocked at how satoru is complaining so much and yet his face is flushed. you sit up and look at him. “that’s really rude, ‘toru.”

“you know i like you, y/n.” his chest is pounding—it’s deafening how loud his heartbeat is. his eyes are looking at you, eager for an answer but clearly afraid of rejection.

you lean closer, kissing his cheek, hoping to soothe some of his anxieties. you could never say no to satoru, and he seemed unaware of that; but you knew he would come to realise it sooner or later.

“i like you too, ‘toru.”

SATORU is nowhere to be found. you’re in your bed, listening to a playlist he had made for you awhile ago: before you two had dated. now that you look at the titles, you should’ve known he was head over heels for you. the rain pounding against your window drowned out most of the music playing from your headphones, though.

it was a boring day without your boyfriend. you haven’t spoken to him for a few days now, partially because you’re not sure whether he even wants to. a tense day at practise made him raise his voice at you, something really unlike him.

you knew he didn’t mean it. but you weren’t going to act like you were okay with it, either—he had hurt your feelings, after all. though, it did make you just a bit upset that he didn’t bother to call you after that day.

you’re curled up in your bed, wondering if this was how it’s going to be. after every argument, would he be this way?

your thoughts are interrupted by knocking at your bedroom door. your mother’s face appears in the space between your door and doorframe: gentle voice and a smile. “someone’s here to see you, y/n”. you think it’s your aunt who lives across the country, the one who brings you those sour strawberries you don’t really like but never have the heart to decline.

your mother’s face disappears and the door opens, revealing that it’s not your aunt like you had initially thought.

the figure in front of you was that of your boyfriend’s, hair wet from the rain and a pout worn on his face. his eyes and nose are red, cheeks puffy. he’s holding a bouquet of flowers, your favourite—you remember telling him about it a few months ago.

“i’m sorry for raising my voice, i shouldn’t have. i know it scared you but i really didn’t mean to yell.”

you decide to let him ramble. satoru was vulnerable around you in many ways, but never like this.

“i didn’t want to yell, i was just having a bad day and i know that’s no excuse. i’m so sorry, i was being stupid and—“

you stand up and come closer to him, your fingers moving his hair away—his face is stained with tears.

“it’s okay, ‘toru. thank you for apologising.”

he sniffles, not crying anymore. satoru hugs you tightly, and he smells like a mix of rain and cologne. “i love you.”

“i love you too, satoru.”

181023 — what’s up …. Don’t be mad i’m back now Plz

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ohimsummer · 3 months

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suguru wonders how long it’ll take before satoru notices you’re not hearing him anymore.

you two have been listening to him ramble on and on about digimon and video games for the last ten minutes. but geto noticed first your sudden lack of responses, how you haven’t actually contributed anything besides the occasional nod or a ‘yeah?’ just to keep gojo talking. the look on your face—it makes geto’s heart swell. the gentlest smile on your lips, head slightly tilted in the palm of your hand. wide, lovestruck eyes that don’t know what aspect of satoru to focus on: the excitement in bright blue eyes, his grin, the wild gesture of his hands when he can’t think of a word to get his point across. when he again brushes long, white bangs off his forehead only for them to fall right back into place. or gives a jumbled, messy explanation because he can’t gather his thoughts, ended with a ‘y’know?’ or ‘you guys get it, right?’.

gojo stops mid-sentence, rolling over onto his side to get a better look at you. now he’s noticed. “still with me, baby?”

to you, he’s so cute, one of your perfect boys that’s hung the stars in the sky to light your way. “yeah, i hear you. keep going.”

and it’s such a heartwarming scene for suguru. he just loves the sight of you two.

tagz: @anthoosies

#zoning out while they talk about their favorite things bc they look so cute and im madly in love #u do the same with suguru only he notices immediately #satoru x reader fluff #satoru gojo imagine #geto suguru imagine #jjk x reader fluff #satoru gojo x reader fluff #satoru gojo fluff #suguru geto fluff #poly satosugu #satosugu x reader #⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ summy is thinking . . . ｡⋆

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togegiri · 3 months

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✎ᝰ ❛ WHAT IS LOVE? TELL ME JULLIET! ❜ — gojo satoru.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. teenage gojo satoru x gender neutral reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/them pronouns is used. fluff(?). angst(if you squint). slow burn(?). maybe some mischaracterization(?). — not proofread. ( 3k words )

content. Being a childhood friend of gojo satoru you're used to his antics and seen his many sides. Although a sudden attack(confession) has caught you off guard and now you are put into a spiral if you love him or not.

note. I quite didn't like the middle part although I did love writing the last part, it made me feel quite like a teen inlove.

i. a sudden attack; a confession!

"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you," three words that you wouldn't believe that the gojo satoru would utter towards you. Your eyes widened as his blue eyes glared at you with fiery passion. Your mouth went agape as silence followed through the events.

"eh.... EHHHHHHHH?!?" you yelled out in surprise as gojo looked at you seriously. Since when did this happen? YOU, yourself?! getting confessed?!? by your hot and handsome childhood friend?!? hahahaha are you dreaming?! yeah that's it! How did this even happen?! hahahaha... well—

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YAAAWWWWNNN

A loud yawn escaped your lips, your hand covering your lips as you did your actions as small tears forme the corner of your eyes. You tiredly walked your way to your shoe locker. It was unamusing morning, like everyday, you did your usual routine. Nothing out of the former.

"morning (nickname)" a brunette girl said with a lazy smile as you nodded at her greeting, "morning ieri," she smiled as walked towards her shoe locker which was near yours. Opening the shoe locker your eyes widened for a little, there laid a love letter above your slipper. Seeing your figure not moving to take your slippers, Shoko ieri looked curiously at your locker. "Is that a confession letter?"

Her question brought you back to reality. You sigh at this, "probably a prank or something," the brunette pretty girl sighs at this. "You can't say that maybe the person is genuine," you took the letter slowly opening it. "Yeah, maybe, but I doubt it is,"

Dear (name) (last),

I'm not very good at my words and you know that well, I'm an idiot when it comes to love but I wanna tell you these feelings of mine. if its not too much please meet me at the back of the school. Because I want to tell you this in person not by a letter.

Signed, gojo satoru.

Your brows raised as Shoko looked at you curiously, "what it says?" folding the letter again you put it away as you took your slippers, "gojo wants to see me at the back of the school."

"Are you going?" Shoko asks as she walks alongside you curious on what's your answer. Gojo satoru is nothing but a mere childhood friend of yours so as a good friend you might as well see this prank of his, "yeah sure."

Shoko chuckles, "your tone indicates to me that you seem to be not interested at all, why? it's a love letter from the gojo satoru," to which you chuckled. "Him? maybe he's pranking me again, I mean with this face of mine seriously?" Shoko raised a brow at you, downplaying yourself. Frowning a little, "but you aren't that bad you know, your pretty, who knows maybe he is in love with you,"

You looked at her weirdly at this, "did you know about this?" you asked, squinting your eyes at her. Shoko sweatdropped at this, "I didn't know it but I doubt its a prank,"

"fine then, I'll go there right now and make you see it's a prank,"

shoko smirked, "bet,"

Thus you walked your way to the back of the school ready to prove the brunette girl wrong. Afterall in your eyes gojo satoru is a fella you only see as a cheeky little brat ever since you two were kids. You were sure that this was a prank. I mean him? inlove? to you? talk about fantasy.

"(name), I love you, and I'm serious about you,"

Your whole face feels hot. Your whole body feels like it's high on sugar as you look at gojo who just declared his love for you. "W- wait sato-kun you sure that this isn't ummm a mistake? are you sure this isn't a prank? hahaha... wheres the cameras at?"

The albino haired male eyes widen at this as he pouts, "I'm serious (name)! I'm really serious about you!" he said in a serious manner. Offended a little as you have doubted his love for a mere prank. your heart skipped a beat at this as you feel words stuck on your throat. Your mouth is trying to form words but instead nothing comes out.

"s-... satoru.. can— can I have some few days to tell you my reply?'' Satoru smiles at you. It was so uncharacteristically gentle, too gentle, too warm. Even if you have seen his many smiles, why did this make your heart beat faster? Why did it make your legs feel like jelly? Why did it make your head feel headaches in a good way? He nods his head, "I'll wait for you (name), I won't easily give up you know!"

With that you walked away, running with a face feeling hotter than any summer you have been. With that left satoru alone.

"I won't give up that easily (name),"

ii. tell me juliet, what is love?

"Boo!" a small child said to another one popping randomly on a closet of the small bedroom. "Eek!" the small child said tripping accidentally on the floor. The gojo heir giggles, "I got you!" he pointed with a cocky smirk towards you.

You pouted pointing your little fingers at him, "no I got you, we were playing hide and seek and I saw you that mean I won!" the child whined at this, "eeeh? no! no! I win because uhmm... I got you by suprise! so I win! haha!" he gives out a boisterous laugh making you pout more, “fine but your it now!”

The gojo heir smirked, “this will be an easy win then,”

“eeeeh? what do you mean easy?! I have you know that I played hide and seek and won multiple times with my mom!” you tried to boost pouting glaring at the albino haired child as he looked at you with doubt filled his blue eyes, “I doubt that (last)-san must be just going easy on you!”

“no she isn't!”

“yes she is!”

“then lets settle this with rock paper scissors match, three rounds, whoever has the most wins is telling the truth!” you declared pointing at him standing up glaring, “bring it on weakling!”

Thus the start of the match, you two held out your hands as you waved it up, “rock paper scissors!”

first match, (name): 1 gojo: 0

You giggled happily as you got him, your fingers forming a scissor while his was paper. Gojo pouted, "there's still two more round don't get cocky!" you giggled at this, "yeah, yeah," thus another round commence.

"rock paper scissors!" a point for gojo, which he smirked. You pouted, his fingers were formed as a rock while yours was formed into a scissors.

gojo: 1 (name): 1

You pouted as gojo glared at you, there seems to electricity flying around the aid as the round of the last rock paper scissor commence.

"rock, paper, scissors!"

You won! YOU WON!

gojo: 1 (name): 2

Gojo's hand formed a rock while yours was paper, your eyes widened as it sparkled. Your aura filled with happiness as you jumped, "yippee! I won! I won!" the gojo heir only looked at you with a pout and glare. Clearly salty at his loss. “Hmp! you won because I went easy!”

“bleeeh you're a loser! I won fair and square!”

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Gojo satoru, lost to a rock paper scissor match was one of your fondest memories. Why? because you can boast about it and make him be annoyed about the many times he has lost to a rock paper and scissors match, to you. The so-called strongest getting lost, to you? What a way to boast about it.

You sipped in your strawberry milk. In a trance as Shoko looked at you weirdly. Sweat dropping comically at your daze appearance, “(name)? (naaaameeee)?” she waved her hand on your eyes as she sighs seeing your daydreaming state.

“(name)!” she yells your name making you flinch and got out of your daze like state, “shoko what should I do?!” you said out of panic grabbing her shoulder starting to sweat bullets, “I don't know what should I do?! what- what if our friendship is broken off after this?? I can't let that happen! I don't even know if I love him like that shokooooo!” you whined, shaking her making the brunette pretty girl dizzy.

“CALM DOWN!! YOU'RE MAKING ME PANIC!” she yelled at you as you immediately stopped at this, putting your hand at your hair. Messing it up as you feel migraines in this situation. Do you love him? of course you do, your friends since childhood, it was natural for you to love your friends but do you love him in that way? that you don't know, you don't know.

“how did he fall in love with me even…” you mumbled unconsciously making shoko raise a brow at this, “so you're telling me you haven't noticed his heart eyes?” you tilt your head in confusion as your (color) eyes look at her in confusion. “What do you mean?” she couldn't help but laugh at this.

You pouted, feeling confused, “hey! what do you mean by that!” Shoko laughs and laughs, amused at these events. “Well, for example he would always clingy and kind off be overprotective to you whenever we're on missions together,”

“isn't that just normal for him?”

“no, remember one of our missions?”

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“They say the curse always targets young women at night, so I could volunteer as bait for it,” you say nonchalantly, making the taller male besides you whine, “no! no way!” he hugs you close making you irritated, “satoru its a mission,”

“Then let's be bait together!” you sigh at his childish demeanor, “satoru..” you grumble his name as he didnt let go of you pouting and glaring at you. With a defeated look, you sigh, “fine, but you gotta look like a girl too,”

“That's a-okay!”

Suguru and Shoko looked at the dumb buffoon and each other as they rolled their eyes at this.

—

“He was just being him?” you say in a questioning tone as shoko looked at you with a defeated look, “your a dumbass,”

“HEY! that's rude!” you pouted glaring at her as shoko shrugged her shoulders. “I still don't know how he fell in love with me..” you look at her helplessly as she waved her hand, “don't ask me that I'm not gojo,”

“Shokoooo…” you whined her name as she sighs, patting your head, “you can do it,” with that simple encouragement you sigh, closing your eyes. What should you do? you sigh again.

iii. Romeo, oh Romeo, tell me what love is?

If gojo satoru were to ask how he fell in love with you, he would go on and on about it. How you would scold him whenever he does something reckless, how you would pat his head gently holding him close, how you would smile at him with adoration. There was many but there was one thing he could never forget when you two met when you two but a mere child.

A small gojo heir walked around their house with no purpose at all. The tatami floor creaked as he looked around though stopped with his tracks as he saw a little child. Looking like his age crying, sniffling, he was pretty sure that person doesn't belong to this household nor were they a servant. “Oi, what are you doing here?”

He asked rather rudely as he looked at them with a stoic look. The crying child looked at them sniffling, “c- can you help me please… I lost my daddy,” you hiccuped as he awkwardly looked at you. Turning into a chibi as he tries to talk to you as he was not used to being a child his age. “oh umm… w- wanna play ball with me?” He asks, maybe distractions can make them stop crying he thought.

“okay..” you sniffled as he took your hand gently leading you to their garden. Taking a ball that was placed in the corner he looked at you, “uhmm I'm gonna pass you to it okay,” you nodded as he awkwardly throw the ball to you. Catching it you gently threw it to me making you smile a bit. Seeing you stop crying the heir sighs in relief as he passes the ball with a small smile.

The play went on for hours. The game differs everytime you two deemed it as boring. The albino child laughing as you lose, feeling angry as you win at some game, the two of you being petty to each other. It ranges from ball throwing to tag, hide and seek, hopscotch, and many more.

“(name)! there you are!” a voice came stopping you mid way to your play as you looked at the voice knowing who the owner of the voice is. “Daddy!” you said excitedly running to him with a smile. The albino child looked at this with a bitter feeling seeing you go away while playing with him.

“Daddy! look! I made a friend! His name is satoru!” you said with pride leading him to satoru was standing making him flinch, his eyes widening. A friend? He has never had a friend before, solely because his clan is too strict on him. They deemed it as a distraction. This made him feel something warm in his heart, something hot and warm like a pancake. Fluffy and filled with sweetness of the overfilling syrup.

“Daddy, can I play with him again? please? I promise to be good,” the gojo heir was out of his trance as he heard your words. Looking at you with widened eyes as you plead to your father to meet him again, to play with him. “S- sweetie can you ask satoru—” before the older male said anything gojo cut him off, “I don't mind, (name) lets play again!”

He says uncharacteristically enthusiastically as he smiles at you making you grin, “see daddy! he doesn't mind! please please!” the older (last) seeing this smile, “I'll see what I can do, for now lets go home the meeting is done,”

“awwwwe…” you whined, feeling sadden. “Satoru, wait for me, okay?! We'll play again, bye bye!” with that you and your father walked away as he waved goodbye feeling happiness overfilling him.

You were the only one who made him felt normal. Someone who's a human being and a child. Being there for him through thick and thin, it was inevitable for him to fall in love with you.

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“You confessed, didn't you?”

“yep,”

Geto suguru let out a loud laugh, “don't tell me you cracked after them not getting your hints,” the gojo heir pout rolling his eyes at this. “Shut up, it was getting irritating you know,” he sighs as geto looks at him laughing. “You would do it if your love hints are getting misunderstood too…”

“that's true I'd be irritated and just straight up confess,” geto nodded his head seemingly done with his laugh. The gojo heir pouts looking at the sky, “I'm seriously serious about them… I don't want them to smile at anyone other than me, it irritates me.”

The raven haired male looked at his best friend with a smile, “I'm sure you got your feelings across, now you just have to wait,” he nodded at this remembering their embarrassed face, making satoru smile. “Yeah I'm not planning on giving up even if I'm rejected after all.”

iv. Like a fairytale.

On the night of jujutsu high tech. There you sat on the roof, feeling the cold breeze as the moon lit your vision. You loved being alone on ”You know it's kind of cold up here,” knowing whose voice is this you chuckled slightly. “Yeah, kind of off is, I don't mind though.”

Gojo sat down beside you admiring the view as he slowly put his head down to your shoulder. It was as if nothing had happened to you two as you let his head rest on you. Your heart beats as the silence continues on, “ne satoru…”

Satoru looked at you, his blue eyes staring at your own (color) eyes. “In truth… I don't know,” the teenage male hummed as he slowly took your hand intertwining both of your fingers to his own. Feeling his rather bigger hands to yours, “I don't know satoru… Do I love you? Do I not love you? feelings are so irritating to understand, I don't know,”

Slowly he kissed the back of your hand catching you off guard. Your eyes widened at this as you felt his lips touch your hand as he looked at you with a warm smile. It's soft and warm, just what are you feeling right now. You feel your face hot as words stuck in your throat, “that doesn't mean yes, but that also doesn't mean no, so there's a chance for you to love me the way I do, so you don't mind me drowning you with my love… right?”

He tilted his head asking the question making you pout, “that's unfair, satoru,” he chuckles at this, “sorry, but it's your fault for being too adorable,” you pouted more at this as you squeezed his hand a little. Sighing at the situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I'll make sure your heart only beats for me (name),” he declared, kissing your hand again as feel your face getting hotter by the minute. The moonlight hitting his face made him look more handsome than he ever is. As his eyes looked at you adoringly. For in his mind seeing you all shy and flustered makes you look like something out of a fairytale. Someone fairer than snow white that the evil queen would be mad and try to kill you instead.

“O- okay…” you nodded your head, stuttering out a reply. Love is complicated, you thought as satoru let out a happy giggle. Although it was worth it to learn. You just hope whatever you may feel in the end may not hurt him or yourself.

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marimogf-archived · 3 months

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hope i’m not too late to send in an inbox �� but for the song thing ur doing i would love to req one heh

song: tek it — cafuné

genre: fluff

character: satoru!! :3 🩵

logaaaan i'm so sorry for being so late, i hope this gives you some comfort :( 🩷

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contains: reader wears makeup, pining, satoru doesn't know feelings, he's so loser coded i love him, tiny splash of angst; wc: ~1k

as always, reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!! 💗

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“look! there's gonna be fireworks by the river! can we go, ‘toru? please?” you waved the flyer in front of his face while putting on your best puppy eyes, a little pout accompanying it.

“yeah, yeah, okay fine,” the white-haired man grumbled, snatching the flyer out of your hand and reading through the details. it was the day before you were leaving to study in a different city, leaving him, shoko and suguru in tokyo.

as his cerulean eyes studied the paper, you were already scurrying about, packing more belongings into various boxes lying around in your apartment. satoru watched you from his peripheral vision, noticing how empty your home suddenly looked. it became all too real to him that next week, you would be somewhere entirely unknown.

and he'd be alone with his feelings.

he didn't know when those feelings start to blossom in his chest. when the line between being friends and lovers blurred. was it when you drunkenly confessed to suguru that you’d liked satoru but it'd never work out because his family wouldn't approve? was it when, in that same night, satoru offered to let you stay at his and you mumbled a “thanks, love you” into his fluffy sheets?

maybe it was when you snuck onto the roof of his parents’ house to look at the moon. your favorite pastime. you would always tell him that the moon was just like him to you. always there, always watching over you. but he was also always above you, a constant reminder of how unattainable and untouchable he'd be.

he didn’t know when it became more than just friendship.

never having had those feelings before, he also didn't know how to navigate them. his first course of action was to distance himself from you, in hopes that those feelings would subside. but in the contrary, he missed you so much that he almost spilled like a full glass of water when you asked him if everything was alright in that soft voice of yours.

of course you had noticed, you could read him like a book. it's almost like you had the six eyes instead of him.

the night of the fireworks, you met him at your usual hang-out spot underneath the weeping willow by the river. there were already a few stray fireworks going off, illuminating the sky in one minute intervals.

satoru couldn't take his eyes off of you, hair and makeup done in a way that was only reserved for special occasions. with the summer heat making your skin glow.

you engaged in meaningless small talk, the air thick with the knowledge of your departure the next day. when the announcement came that the fireworks would officially start, you took satoru’s clammy hand in yours to drag him to the side of the river.

as the fireworks went off with loud whistles and bangs, satoru’s eyes wandered over to you. he took in your amazed expression. eyes sparkling in the different colors of the fireworks, skin shiny from the light sheen of sweat you worked up and lips stretched into a big smile.

satoru’s heart jumped into his throat when you turned to face him, flushed cheeks burning.

“thank you for accompanying me here for my last day, ‘toru. it really means a lot.” your gentle voice barely reached his ears over the tumult around you.

he could barely swallow the lump on his throat, gulping hard before awkwardly chuckling. “yeah, don't worry about it.”

leaning over to him, you pressed a chaste kiss on his scalding cheek, watching as his flush traveled to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

“i’ll miss you more than anyone else.”

his heart leaped out of his chest, the words he so desperately wanted to say on the tip of his tongue, his brain screaming at him to just say it!!!

but he swallowed, hard, burying his feelings deep down.

“you're acting like we won't see each other ever again,” he laughed, throwing his arm around your shoulders. you joined in with giggles, leaning into him and feeling his accelerated pulse against your ear.

“we won't for a while.”

the next day, you tearfully said your goodbyes and tried to memorize everyone's scent by hugging them just a few seconds longer. last in line, of course, was satoru.

the world stopped turning for a moment as you locked eyes, yours filling with fresh tears and his burning as well. shoko and suguru gave each other a knowing look, excusing themselves to the convenience store next to your apartment building.

“thank you for coming,” you mumbled, stepping towards his slender figure, tear streaks adorning your hot cheeks.

“what kind of best friend would i be if i didn't see you off?” he replied quietly, his heart jumping to his throat and closing it off.

you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, burying your wet face in his chest. his warm hands found your back, rubbing soothing circles. his lips pressed against the crown of your head with a low hum. little did you know he was fighting back tears of his own, not wanting to seem weak in front of you and his other friends.

he watched intently as the moving company workers loaded the remaining boxes into their truck and closed it off, honking the car to signal their nearing departure.

you sniffled into his shirt, inhaling his scent for one last time before separating from him. ”that's my cue.”

he, along with your other friends that had returned, watched as you got into your car with one last wave. as the engine started running, so did the hot tears down satoru's cheeks. he earned himself ruffle of his hair from suguru and a sympathetic smile from shoko.

that night, after confirming that you got to your new apartment safely, he climbed up to his roof. just like when you were here, he missed your warmth next to him.

as he looked up to the moon shining brightly in the starry midnight sky, his phone vibrated with a message from you.

‘we're still looking at the same moon <3’

a/n: kgksjdshs ngl i struggled a bit with this but it's finally out!!! please remember that this is one of the last things i will put out before completely moving blogs!

tagging @satoruhour (thank you for helping me 😭), @tojiella @kizoken @gojoest @ramonathinks

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #satoru fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #˚₊‧꒰ writing ꒱ ‧₊˚#idk what to tag LMAO

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heartssatoru · 10 months

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Heyyyy! I was thinking of the fact I can be a slightly clingy GF and was wondering if you could do HCs on how the JJK boys would be with a slightly clingy GF. Megumi, Gojo, Itadori and Toge!!! Oh and Sukuna because I know you love him!

AHH THANK YOU!! I do infact love sukuna hehe🙏 but yeah of course! Thank you for the request!

megumi

Megumi secretly likes it.

But he's scared. Especially when you always try to be with him. Especially during missions, he doesn't wanna lose you.

If you also are the type to literally drown him in affection:

He'll push your hand away whenever you try to do anything. He's just awkward like that, n shy

If you stop he forces you to go back to doing what you were gonna do

He just gets really red cause he doesn't know how to respond

He acts like your clingeness is annoying but deep down he really does like it

Saw him smile slightly while you were playing with his hair? No you didn't.

He himself gets kinda clingy whenever he has a bad day, but he doesn't notice that.

Tease him about it and he'll face the other way, ignoring you. His face is extremely red.

Gojo

If your clingy, that's fine. Hes clingy too.

But like megumi. Does not want you getting hurt. He takes on missions that could result in you being killed.

So he has his reasons, however

He always teases you about it, saying how you can't resist him n stuff

Love's how you both be smothering eachother in kisses

Everytime he comes back from missions n stuff he always gets you something, especially if you get sad that he's not home.

(Everytime he comes home your arms are already wrapped around his waist)

And since he's so busy he gets you plushies of him, and only him.

"Since I know you love me so much hehe"

Itadori

Itadori enjoys it so much, he's not very clingy. But is at the same time.

Just uh.. sometimes it really gets to him and he starts crying a little

"Yuji are crying?" "Nuh uh! It's just my allergies" said in a shaky voice

Someone actually wants his company? Wow!!

Everytime hes home late he always apologizes and hugs you so tight.

You can't breath cause of it but aww! Hes suffocating you (with affection)

sometimes he'll be a little mean and tease you about it though.

gets so confused when he isn't welcomed with you smothering him in kisses as soon as he gets back

But when you do he starts giggling all happily. "Your so mean"

Toge

"Salmon"

Likes how you always cling onto him as soon as he's home. And finds it cute when you whine about him being gone for so long

He appreciates it a lot, and doesn't even move an inch whenever you're drowning him in affection

Mostly also cause he's kinda awkward, but not too much. (Not as much as megumi)

He always wants to be with you. But missions stop him from doing so.

Hes not really used being welcomed back with you and your affection, like the rest.

He doesn't mind it though, and he himself can be clingy too, like the rest (too lol)

He doesn't even know his cheeks are slightly red with everything you do

I can picture him being kinda clingy in certain situations too. But its kinda rare

Over all he's a little cutie, loves your clingyness and you.

Sukuna

Mocks you and makes fun of you, but thats no suprise.

Thats just how he is. He wont admit it if he likes it. But im being real here he'd probably use it as an insult

Even though he likes it, he wont admit it. He'll bully you about it😭

If you actually get upset he'll stay quiet cause he feels awkward. Won't bully you, as much.

However if you just ignore him he'll keep going. He just wants to get on ur nerves tbh

But still since he knows you love him so much he'll be like "of course your so needy for me"

Or something like that. He's clingy in certain situations, but thats extremely extremely rare.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Working on:

"Okay since you do write for Megumi I was thinking of a scenario where fem reader(if you do that) and Megumi have been together for awhile and new sorcerer starts at Jujutsu High and immediately develops a crush on him and reader gets insecure about it. How that would play out and how he would react! "

"can you write some headcanons for when the jjk boys lose their s/o in a large crowd? ^^"

#jujustsu kaisen x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader fluff #megumi x reader #sukuna x reader fluff #satoru x reader fluff #itadori yuji x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader fluff #toge x reader #inumaki x reader #Toge inumaki x reader #Toge x reader fluff #Inumaki x reader fluff #Toge inumaki x reader fluff #So many tags lol

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9haerish · 16 days

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gojo satoru | gender neutral reader

[ playing in the rain · use of 'name' · gojo uses infinity ]

you lean over, not minding the heavy mud below your hands and staining your clothes nor the grass tickling your exposed skin, and hover the umbrella over satoru's form. the rainwater bouncing off of the material and onto the very earth you lay on.

"huh? oh, pshhhh.. I don't need no umbrella!" the albino stands up proudly, hands on his hips and you could feel the cursed energy radiating from him; despite being outside of the only roof protecting him from the tears of the sky, no water has ever made contact with the male, as if there was an invisible shield surrounding his frame present. you pout, you wish you had cool powers like that.

"fine then," you close the umbrella, wincing at the sudden contact of the cold rain against your skin as you join satoru on his path to getting scolded by shoko. "well, I could do that too, see?!" even if you aren't invincible to the harsh weather like the person is; you can definitely act like so.

"what?! [name], stop! you'll get sick!" cerulean blue eyes squint at you. you realize then, his hair is drooping with the water that merges with his roots, skin glossy with the water that slides off the texture, and clothes translucent from the effect of the water. you cheer, now, both of you have the same powers!

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nezuscribe · 1 year

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everybody talks about how it’s like getting sweaters or jackets from guys but you were never really in that position. it was always your friends or others around you who were given the extra garment, and no matter how freezing you were, you became used to it. sure, the coldness from that just added to your chill, but you shrugged it off after so many years.

so imagine your surprise when gojo nudges his towards you, your questioning eyes searching his awaiting hand as you look up at him, wondering just what he wanted or what he was up to.

“what?” he questions, pushing it towards your shivering body as your hands wrap around you arms to provide some extra warmth, “i can literally hear your teeth chattering right now.”

and for the first time since he met you he saw a part of your cold exterior melt, your hard stare softening for a second as you gingerly took it from his hands, giving him a soft thank you in response.

#gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x reader fluff #gojo imagine #gojo drabble #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru drabble #jjk x reader #jjk x reader fluff #jjk drabble gojo fluff #im self venting at this point

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gojos-thot-patrol · 9 months

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Happy birthday!!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨🌻🌷🌻🌻

Please: Gojo Satoru, stressed, "Well don't just stand there, do something" And "They don't deserve you"

Thanks so much 🤍

aww, thank you so much!!!! (Please ignore this is like 3 days late; lifes been weird lmao)

I was really excited to do this one, I hope you like it!

Now Presenting...

Starring: A very stressed and a little protective, Satoru Gojo

The room was tense, apprehension and fear so thick in the air that at times it felt like trying to breathe in putty. For Satoru, at least. If you were feeling any of the pressure, you were pretty good about hiding it. Absent-mindedly scrolling through social media on your phone, making a point to pay everyone else in the room no mind. Gojo knew you better than that though. He could see that you didn't stop long enough to read any of the posts, and that your finger tapping was far too frantic to be from annoyance alone.

Finally, the Elders came in. Everyone rose out of respect and habit, and bowed low as they walked through the room. Satoru tried to catch your eye, but you were making the pointed decision to look at only the floor. His hand reached for yours, something to let you know it would be ok, but before he could make it the elders spoke.

"Rest." Gakuganji grumbled, and everyone returned to their seats.

"I wonder how it feels to get an undeserved standing ovation every time you enter a room.." Satoru mumbled the anxious joke. For the most part, he got glares and side eyes. But, from you, he got a ghost of a smile. And that was his real goal anyway.

“Y/n L/n, You stand trial today for using a forbidden curse technique,” The old man said, utterly uninterested. He was just annoyed that his Monday morning tea was being interrupted. “For your crimes you-”

“Wait, What?” You scoffed, “Some fucking trial, you’re sentencing me already?”

“L/n, your crimes are clear and well documented.” Gakuganji sighed, rubbing his temple with two fingers. Your hands twitched with rage.

“Yes, I’m not arguing that I'm innocent, I’m saying my motivation for doing so should be taken into consideration.” you pointed out. Had you broken an ancient rule placed on your family a millennia ago? Yes, undoubtedly. But did you also save thousands of lives in the process? Without question. The special grade you were fighting was going to take out all of Okinawa, and your ‘forbidden’ cursed technique allowed you to exercise the curse before it even had a chance. You were not a criminal. Which is why your treatment since the incident was making your blood boil.

“Honorable as your intentions may have been, it’s no excuse for breaking a precedent that goes all the way back to the Sengoku era. Your execution will be-”

“Execution?!” you snapped. Were they really so caught up in their goddamn traditions they were going to kill you over this?! Satoru was stunned. He felt trapped in a static coffin as he processed the words. Execution? Execution? He saw you getting more and more impassioned in your argument, further digging your grave and pissing off the geezer. And then he felt your nails dig into his forearm, electrifying him back into the moment as his eyes snapped to your desperate stare.

“Don’t just stand there, do something!” You begged. He shook his head, remembering that he was Satoru fucking Gojo, surely he had some weight he could pull to save your life. He stood,

“An execution?” He said, standing up, “That’s just a little extreme don’t you think?” Gakuganji groaned in frustration, wishing for once he could just make this kid go away.

“No Gojo, I don’t. They-”

“Saved millions of lives, right. I’m well aware of the details, old man, you don’t have to explain.” he smiled, “Really, if anything we should be celebrating them. Instead you cowards want them dead? Are you really that scared of something as small as change?” Yoshinobu slammed his fist on the table before him to try and regain control of the situation. He pointed an accusatory finger at your old friend.

“Silence Gojo, I will have no more of this. My decision is final-”

“Oh, mine is too.” Satoru smiled, “If any of you even think about laying a finger on them, You’re going to have to deal with me.” He said darkly. Gojos' threat hung heavy in the air. He didn’t go into details. He didn’t have to. Everyone's eyes nervously flashed from you, to Satoru, to Yoshinobu. Everyone knew the old man had already lost, the question now was what would happen to you.

“Fine.” the head elder said, finally relenting. “But they are hereby banned from using jujutsu sorcery ever again. Any attempt to do so will result in them being labeled a curse user, and executed on sight.” You bristled at the final verdict, but both you and Satoru knew better than to try and test your luck further. At least you had your life. “We are done here.” Gakuganji siad, dismissing the room. You were the first out, followed closely by Satoru.

The two of you had managed to make it to the garden before the tears started to fall. It only made you angrier with yourself. You hated it, you hated crying, you hated how you couldn’t protect yourself during your trial, you hated that they had taken your sorcery away from you. You hated them.

“Y/n, no-” Satoru muttered, taking you into his arms and pulling you into his chest. You had talked to him before about random hugging, especially when he saw you were in distress, but you were willing to let it slide this time. This time, his warm arms and familiar scent wrapped you in a blanket of comfort. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting the tears freely fall.

“I know right now it hurts,” He whispered softly, gently petting your hair, “But they’ll be begging you to come back, I know they will.”

“I gave them everything Satoru,” You whimpered, “I gave my life for jujutsu sorcery…”

“I know you did. They don’t deserve you.” Satoru sighed, kissing the top of your head. “And.. I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but this might actually be good.”

“How?!” You demanded.

“Because you’re finally free. You can pursue whatever life you want to live without the threat of death constantly looming over you. You’ll never have to endure all of their glares ever again, you can find a place where you’re loved, and cherished, and valued like you deserve to be. You never have to be disrespected again.” He wasn’t wrong, and the thought did bring you some solace. Still, one aspect of jujutsu society tugged at your heart. The one thing you couldn't stand the thought of leaving.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” He laughed. “I’m not going anywhere. No matter what choice you make, I’ll be there. If you’ll let me of course.” You couldn’t help but smile at his promise.

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x reader fluff #nobody likes you when you're 23

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yueebby · 6 months

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12:03 pm — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo.

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened, “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?”

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table.

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct.

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized.

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid.

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion.

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher. “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you.

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss.

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!”

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats.

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire.

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump

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osaemu · 6 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ YES, I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, AND YES, SHE'S REAL! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: what happens when your gamer boyfriend brings you on-screen for the first time?

contents: fem!reader. use of she/her pronouns + reader is referred to as gojo's girlfriend. toji slander bcs he deserves it.

author's note: everyone welcome streamer!gojo to the world! he'll be here for a while...

"oh, please," satoru laughs, leaning back and grinning at the screen in front of him. he tosses his hair, but it falls back into his eyes just seconds later. "no way you guys all thought i would lose that one. c'mon, have some faith in me!"

you watch satoru reply to the hundreds of comments lighting up the side of his monitor, smiling endearingly at the way he laughs at some and practically chortles at others.

it was only after the two of you started dating that satoru disclosed his streaming hobby, and to your surprise, he was pretty popular. thousands of people tuned in to watch him play some game or another every night, and well, it paid better than you'd expect.

satoru whistles, hands resting comfortably behind his head as a particular question catches his attention. "ah, do i have a girlfriend?" he muses, grinning as he shoots a quick side-glance at you. "yeah," he continues, snorting when what looks like a flurry of no fucking way's flood the chat.

he clicks his tongue disappointedly, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "what, did all eight thousand of you think i couldn't pull? thanks a lot," satoru deadpans, waving his hand and sighing dramatically. "i don't know what any of you mean. i'm a catch!"

you snicker at that, and your laughter only increases when satoru turns and gapes at you. he juts his bottom lip out, face sinking into an adorable pout at he crosses his arms. "even my own girlfriend's laughing at me," he mumbles petulantly. "hmph!"

satoru sticks his tongue out at you childishly, and you blow a kiss back. he pretends to faint before turning back to his monitor, quickly skimming the comments before he gasps. "what do you mean, she probably doesn't exist?!" he sputters, clutching his heart exaggeratedly.

the look on his face is priceless — imagine getting told by thousands of people that one, they think you can't pull, and two, that they don't even believe your significant other exists. naturally, satoru reacts as dramatically as ever. he pretends to ignore everyone in the comments before calling them out individually.

"oh, i see you, toji... fishy-guru," satoru gripes, wagging his finger at his screen. "my girlfriend exists and she's mine! don't even think about it." he pauses, squinting at the chat before correcting himself with an eyeroll. "fushiguro. whatever. either way, she's real and she's all mine."

satoru swivels his chair to face you, making an incredulous face as he gestures to the screen. "can you believe this?" he grumbles, ocean-blue eyes focused on you. "these guys don't think you're real."

you shrug, toying with the corner of his sheets as you smile back at satoru. he's so childish, but that's just one of the many things you adore about him. sure, he's an annoying brat, but at least he's a total sweetheart too.

your boyfriend extends his hand, beckoning you to come over to him. "c'mon, darling," he cooes, scrunching up his nose at you. "wanna help me prove these losers wrong?" satoru mouths please, and the puppy eyes he gives you are cute enough to convince you.

so you hop off his bed, running a hand through your hair as you stroll over to where he sits in front of his monitor. beaming like a kid on his birthday, satoru takes your hand and twines his fingers with yours.

smiling smugly, satoru pulls you on screen and into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you watch the chat erupt with she's real's and how did he pull a girl like her's and smile, flicking satoru's forehead affectionately.

he ignores the thousands of dumbstruck users in his comments and holds you close to his chest, adjusting his grip on your waist to make his lap as comfortable as possible for you. satoru's adoring eyes are fixed on you, only you, even as his chat explodes.

suguru-geto: haha i already knew

toji-fushiguro: how the fuck did a loser like him pull her?

yuuji-itadori: gojo has a girlfriend??? what did i miss??

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