#vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

yuji had never been in gojo’s office before.

he hadn’t even known such an office existed until he and nobara convinced megumi to let them fly on nue and ended up with their faces smooching a glass window (which was now broken) and they’d been called into gojo’s office for a punishment.

it was extravagant, consisting of a dark oak desk, a floor to ceiling window, marble floors and whatnot. but mostly empty, no traces to suggest that anybody occupied it. it was devoid of any warmth and gojo’s personality—except for a frame on the desk that caught yuji’s eye.

“hey sensei, isn’t that your girlfriend?!”

gojo’s eyes flit to the photograph before he sighs, “she’s not my girlfriend anymore.”

“what?!” nobara screeches, “she was the best you could find! i mean good for her, she’s learnt her standards but now you’re definitely gonna die alone, sensei.”

even megumi’s lips were twisted into a frown.

yuji stutters, backtracking before they get kicked out of school, “wha-what she means to ask is why’d you break up? you guys were perfect for each other.” he pauses, “i think.”

he’d only seen her a few times around campus but she seemed like the sweetest person on earth, based on their few interactions. nobara definitely seemed to approve of her.

gojo props his legs up on the table, shrugging with his hands behind his head, “multiple reasons. first one, she’s out to torture me.”

“i am not.” the trio whips around to see you standing in the doorway, arms crossed with a flat expression. you lift up a bag, “you forgot your lunch. again. it’s been three times this week and it’s only wednesday.”

“as i was saying, she maimed my crotch permanently and lost any hope of mini me running around—”

“it was night and i got jumpscared by your radioactive blue eyes.”

“and then, she launched war on me and didn’t let me cuddle her.”

“because you came home bleeding with an injury that would worsen if i suffocated you.”

“and the worst of all,” gojo narrows his eyes at you, “she ate my kikifuku.”

“you’re a billionaire. just buy some more.” you shrug, placing the cover on his desk.

confusion lingers in the bemused side eyes of the students after the…interesting conversation.

“sure, they all sound heinous crimes…” yuji continues hesitantly, “but is it really worth breaking up over?”

“who said anything about breaking up? i just said that she wasn’t my girlfriend anymore.”

“now i’m even more convinced you were dropped on your head as a baby.” nobara blurts out but megumi’s eyes are already travelling to the ring on your finger, which gojo holds up to show off.

“she’s not my girlfriend anymore because she’s my wife!” he beams.

“fiancée.”

“for now.”

you roll your eyes but a fond smile blooms on your lips and gojo kisses your hand softly, “kids, say hi to mrs gojo. now i call dibs on yuji being the flower boy, megumi the ring bearer and nobara—”

“hold up. maybe we should think this through—”

“no wasting time. i need ijichi to sign the official babysitter documents for our future baby.”

“satoru!”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #was writing something for yuji and got sidetracked #whenever it’s multicharacter (or just generally) gojo always steals the spotlight #😞😞 #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

“i can’t believe i walked in on my wife and my best friends doing such an unspeakable act.”

you and the two boys hugging your sides look up, raising a brow at a pouting gojo leaning against the doorframe, “i doubt cuddling is considered unspeakable, satoru.”

“it is if you’re doing it without me.”

he plops down onto the bed, earning a screech from your toddler when he pushes him to the edge of the mattress.

“that’s not fair! i was here first.” your four year old grumbles, climbing back up as he tries to fight gojo for his spot, though he knows from experience now that there’s no cure for his dad’s dramatic antics.

“you are my seed, kid. i was here way before you.” gojo pulls you close as if to intimidate the toddler, ignoring the smack you give his chest while your kid stares at him confusedly. your husband redirects his attention to the baby chewing on your hair, gently swatting away his lips, “hands off for you too. don’t you know that finders keepers? i found her first so she’s all mine.”

your son, who is practically the miniature (and less annoying) version of his menace of a father, blows him a raspberry. you laugh when satoru gapes at him, acting betrayed but you see the amused tilt to his lips. “oh, you wanna go that way, big guy?”

he flips the baby over, pulling his shirt up and blowing raspberries into his tummy. high pitched giggles spill from your baby’s lips, alerting your elder son who rushes declaring that he’s going to rescue his brother and maul his dad.

you know you should probably ask him where he’s learnt such foul words but you already know the answer and its lying in the white haired man who is now getting attacked by both his beloved children.

and you grin, oblivious to the fact that said man is watching your eyes crinkle from the corner of his, hearing the wonderful harmony of your laughter and wishing nothing more than to see the same sight when he’s eighty.

inspired by this

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #fluff #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #vera’s.jjk.library.✎ #literally what is this #absolute clown behaviour 🤡🤡

[verahella]

your daughter comes to you, pigtails downturned like a sad dog’s ears. you put your book away, frowning as she climbs up the couch and into your lap. you run your hand through her hair as she lays her head down on your thighs, “what’s wrong, darling?”

“why is daddy so tall?” she pauses, “is he a giraffe?”

“no, actually he’s godzilla.”

“what’s a godzilla?”

“an animal that no zoo wants to have.”

she nods but the soft pout is still present on her lips. it reminds you of the grumpy pout sukuna has every morning when you escape from the cage of his arms.

“why? did daddy do something?”

she shakes her head, playing with the messily tied ribbons of the pigtails her father made, “no. it’s just…he’s so tall and his legs are so tall and he walks so fast and i can’t keep up.”

“who?” sukuna enters the room, a towel on his shoulder.

“godzilla.” your daughter replies.

he throws you a confused look and you shake your head as if to say ‘don’t worry about it.’

“well, dinner’s ready.” he says slowly, putting his hands on his hips.

“she wants to tell you something, don’t you, honey?” you give your daughter an encouraging look and she takes a deep breath, stumbling down from the couch and putting her hands on her hips, doing what her dad taught her when she wants to be a ‘big girl’.

“we need to talk, daddy.”

“talk then.”

sukuna realises the hesitation around her and crouches down to her level, softening his voice. “something wrong?”

“you walk too fast. an-and sometimes i can’t keep up. i don’t want you to leave me behind.” her voice grows small and she looks up at him with her lip wobbling.

“oh.” sukuna’s brows knit together, “uh, i’m sorry. i’ll walk slower next time.”

“or you could stick a leash on her hand and drag her around.” you mutter and sukuna seems like he’s actually considering the solution, “you’re influencing me too much. i need to stay away from you.”

“we sleep in the same bed.” sukuna deadpans.

“pervert.”

he rolls his eyes. “i promise i won’t leave you behind anymore.” he says to his daughter and she nods, smiling toothily as she leads him over to her tea party.

the next day, you come home to your husband and daughter surrounded in bubble wrap and cardboard, “what’s all this?”

your daughter excitedly waves you over, “daddy got me roller skates!”

sukuna only shrugs when you look over at him, “i took your advice. without the leash though.”

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #vera’s.jjk.library.✎ #a random drabble i came up with before sleep #so if it doesnt make any sense thats why

[verahella]

— FIRST STEPS

“here, here, boy.”

you stifle a laugh, “he’s not a dog, satoru.”

“fetch.” he continues, smile widening when you burst into snickers.

your baby isn’t sure what his mom is laughing at but he joins in, smacking his hands on the floor as he gurgles along happily. he stumbles a little but his eyes stay firmly fixed on the lollipop satoru is waving around in his face.

“c’mon, baby. show your mom who’s the best and your favourite parent in the world.”

you scoff, “that’s not fair. you’re bribing him.”

his eyes don’t stray from your child as he replies, “it builds character. you gotta teach them young.”

“i will never understand how he became a dad.” megumi’s voice mutters through the phone.

“well, you see megumi-chan, when a man and a woman love each very much—”

you smack away gojo’s peeping head from the camera and focus it back on your son. he claps as he says something nonsensical, to which gojo nods along encouragingly, shoving the lollipop even closer and twirling it in the air.

megumi leans in closer to the screen, watching the act of corruption unfold on facetime, “i can’t believe he’s already taking his first steps.”

you smile, “that’s the thing with kids, megumi. they grow up too fast and right under your nose, yet you never know it. it just hits you like a truck and you’ve gotta deal with it.”

“sensei seems to be doing fine though.”

“don’t let his act fool you. he whines every night about how he’s getting old and soon his son will throw him in an old age home and—”

“that was a confidential late night conversation!” he grumbles, crossing his arms as the camera faces towards him. “besides, i did well with you, didn’t i?”

you catch a glimpse of megumi’s pink face before he mumbles something about kidnapping and hangs up. a smile blooms on your lips and you rest your hand on his shoulder, “you really did well.”

“nice try but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna let you have this one.” he gestures to the toddler spinning around himself now to catch the tail on his dinosaur onesie. a strand of white hair peaks through his hood and as his blue eyes catch yours, you can’t help but be reminded of the man beside you.

his hair, your nose. his eyes, your intelligence. his lips, your words.

holding a thousand features of you and gojo, proof of your love in flesh and blood, your son stands in front you with drool dripping down his chin.

a baffled expression takes over his face at his parents and their audacity to not include him in a group hug and he babbles angrily, waddling towards you while gojo snaps about a billion pictures from all angles, competition long forgotten as he coos at his pride and joy.

a tiny pair of arms hug your legs and you lift up your son, grinning. it’s bittersweet and maybe you’re overreacting for him just ‘walking’, but you can’t help but want to capture this moment and let it stay like this forever.

of course, all good things must come to an end.

gojo rests his chin on your shoulder, pulling down his blindfold, “now that he can walk, can we go bungee jumping?”

“what? satoru, no.”

“satoru yes.”

you get interrupted by a lollipop into your mouth and gojo kidnapping your son and teleporting to god knows where.

the couch will be warm tonight.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #vera’s.jjk.library.✎ #i got lazy at the end

[verahella]

“oh my god.”

“you called?” satoru popped up from around the corner, a grin on his face at his dumb joke.

“i can’t find the chocolates for trick or treating.” you say, frantically checking under the pillows of the couch. you swore you left the bowl on the dining table before you decided to check up on the decorations. the only other people who had been in here were—

your eyes flit to your husband and the little girl perched on his shoulders, who both started to stare at the ceiling like it was out of a very interesting museum.

“gojo.”

“she’s onto us!” your daughter whispered to him.

“the child.”

“definitely on to you, papa!”

satoru’s gasp of betrayal was cut off by your sigh. “satoru, did you and yumi eat all the chocolates?”

“i don’t know why you would ever think that. does six years of marriage mean nothi—”

he paused as you open the locked pantry, casually pulling out a few hidden packs of candy. you raise a eyebrow at his words.

“six years of marriage has taught me that i live with two cheeky devils who need to leave right now if they don’t want to get leftover orange toothpaste for trick or treat.”

at the mention of the horrid flavoured paste, your daughter starting banging on satoru’s head, demanding to be put down. you chuckle as you turn around to cut the new pack of candy, satoru’s whines of your daughter pulling his hair filling the kitchen.

“oh and also, wipe the chocolate off your face before you leave. you look like a clown.”

you weren’t sure if satoru heard you but if he hadn’t, you supposed he would just have to deem it one of the punishments that came with a six year marriage. after all, he was the one who wanted to put a ring on it first.

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #halloween #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo #fluff #jjk fluff #idk what this is #nor do i wish to #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

i imagine this to be set when they’re fairly new into the relationship

you try to ignore the disappointment curling in your chest as you see him leave. another long day without his arms suffocating you.

you sigh, arms curling around yourself as your eyes absently trail to the bed. blue flashes in the corner of your peripheral and—

“satoru! you forgot something!”

gojo’s head of white hair peeps back in through the door, a confused look on his face. “what did i forg—oh.” he chuckles, taking long strides over to you.

“naughty wife.” he teases, flicking your forehead lightly. your face heats up as always when he calls you his wife but it’s tenfold now when he cups your face, pressing gentle kisses all over your face as he exaggerates the mwah sound. he presses one last kiss to your lips, making your insides turn gooey like it’s nothing.

satoru flashes a grin at your frozen state, watching as your lips open and close like a fish. “i’ll be back soon so don’t miss me too much, wifey.”

he hums a cheery nonsensical tune as he leaves, blowing a kiss and winking at you, still dazed, before the door shuts with a thud.

you stay gobsmacked for five more seconds before—

“but you forgot your lunchbox!”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #vera’s.jjk.library.✎ #clichè but classic #i miss him

[verahella]

yoyo! please can i request jjk men reaction to yn always sleeping hugging a pillow(because it’s comfy lol) 🙈. thankyou! :)

kissing you rn nonnie i too cannot go to sleep without hugging a pillow <3

ᡣ𐭩 SLEEP TIGHT !

✎ feat. g. satoru, n. kento, r. sukuna

ᡣ𐭩 GOJO SATORU

honestly, if you hug or show affection to anything that isn't him in a five metre radius of his presence, it's your fault.

you palm around the cold sheets, squinting an eye open when nothing soft meets your hand. you could've sworn it was right there a second ag—

"oh god—what are you doing, satoru?"

gojo huffs, unaware that the luminous spheres of blue he calls eyes look like they're about to devour you in the dark, "i should be the one asking you that." he crosses his arms, glaring at you. "is this who you fuck when i'm not in the city?" his hand vigorously shakes the pillow that was in your arms a few moments ago.

your heartbeat is still recovering from the jumpscare when you sigh, running a hand over your face. "kind of, yeah. when you're out on missions, this makes me feel like you're here. helps me sleep better."

his eyes soften and the curves of his lips are threatening to burst into a smile but he huffs again, looking away. "i guess i can excuse it. but now that i'm here, you don't need it."

"...it's also a way better cuddler."

"what?!

(cue to you repenting on your words while gojo smothers you to show how good of a cuddler he is. please, 'toru it's summer.)

ᡣ𐭩 NANAMI KENTO

it's only when nanami takes a quiet breath in that he notices the absence of your comments.

soft words come to a pause as he glances down at his lap, where you lay. light streams in through the window, kissing your relaxed face, eyes shut in content while a river of drool runs from your mouth.

your grip tightens on the pillow that's lucky enough to be snuggled close to your chest and the dimples on kento's cheeks make a faint appearance.

even though he's in risk of being replaced by a mere pillow, nanami always found it adorable that you hugged something to bed. he remembers the first time you slept together, you bashfully explained to him that it was a childhood trait of yours that continued through your later years.

(he didn't mind; it's a feeling that provides protection and comfort. an anchor that grounds you when you're most vulnerable.)

he also remembers that he offered to take the position of your pillow, to which you had stuttered an eager 'yes.’

nanami sets down the book with a bookmark, guessing the page where you nodded off. he gently lifts your head off his lap, moving just enough to get a blanket.

he places a kiss on your forehead and warmth fills his chest when you smile in your sleep, "sweet dreams, love."

(your dreams consist of a hazy blond with a precious smile but nanami doesn't know need to know that when he sees you blushing in the morning.)

ᡣ𐭩 RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna would rather eat his own shoe than admit it, but he's the clingy one in the relationship. especially in the mornings.

the moment sunlight peeks through the curtains and his soul regains the slightest bit of consciousness, his body is searching for yours, magnetic. your soft snores fill the room and his heavy arm slings over your body, ready to pull you into him—until it meets something soft.

"the fuck?" his voice is groggy from sleep but he rips the pillow from your grasp with ease. sukuna stares at it with barely concealed disgust before he flings it to the other side of the room. he huffs, moving to rest on top of you. you deserve suffocation.

...sukuna's gaze moves to the limp pillow on the floor and his eyes narrow. a bit of careful shuffling and a pair of scissors. sukuna comes back to bed after a few moments, crawling back on top of you with a hum of satisfaction. that's better.

(in the morning, you frown, checking under the bed. "hey sukuna, have you seen my pillow? the big, comfy one i bought yesterday."

"no."

“…hey, what's that fluff falling from the trash can—")

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #i’m not sorry for the amount of em dashes i use #but i am sorry for how shit sukuna’s turned out #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

set in jjk preschool!au

“sensei!”

you raise a brow as a sullen looking megumi is dragged to your desk by yuji, “yes?”

“something is wrong with guro!” yuji says frantically, shaking the other boy like a ragdoll.

you take a look at megumi. he seems normal enough, albeit a bit sadder than usual. your heart pangs as his lips turn into a soft pout. “what’s wrong, megumi?“

“he’s burping like a frog and he won’t stop!”

as if on cue, megumi lets out a sound that shakes his whole body. yuji shakes him again, more aggressively this time as he turns to you with desperate eyes. “is he going to die?”

“not if he gets a infection~” you turn to see nobara wearing a doctor’s coat and grinning as she holds up a toy syringe. “come on, little kitties.”

yuji screeches and runs to hide behind your desk. “she’s evil!”

you suppress a laugh, plucking the syringe from nobara’s menacing hands, “nobody is evil and nobody needs an injection. fushiguro just has hiccups.”

“hiccups?” you try to ignore how nobara looks disappointed at the fact that she can’t maim anybody now.

“b-but guro is too young to die!” yuji sobs, clutching onto megumi while he hiccups again.

you pat the fluff of pink hair, crouching down to his level, “he’s not going to die, yuji. hiccups are usually harmless and pass after a few minutes.”

you turn to megumi’s upset face, “and once fushiguro gets better, he’ll get a reward lollipop for being such a strong boy.”

megumi’s tone is hesitant when brown eyes meet yours, “can i please get two lollipops?”

“two?” your eyes flash with surprise, “it might be a tad too much sugar for you, megumi.”

“‘s not for me.” his hands fist in his shirt and he tucks his chin down as only a murmur escapes, “yuji deserves one too.”

you try not to let your heart spill out. a pleased smile blooms on your face and you nod, clapping your hands, “in that case, two it is!”

“and me, me too, right? i want one too!” nobara squeals.

“right, thre—”

“can’t forget about your favourite person.” gojo saunters onto the scene, jacket thrown over his shoulder lazily. “i want the sweetest treat in the whole world.” he winks, “your lip—”

“it’s my lollipop, buffoon!” nobara screams, launching at him with her syringe.

“i just got my hair done, caref—ouch! [nameeee]!”

you sigh.

three lollipops and one bandaid, it is.

the masterlist is here <3

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru x reader #idk if i should tag this gojo x reader bc there’s barely any gojo here #this is me dipping my toes into preschool au #ooc nobara ig? #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

✧˖°. SIX EYES, TWO HEARTS

gojo satoru is the strongest for a reason. ambition burns a fire deep in his chest, large enough to match his ego. he’s constantly improving, honing his skills to a level of perfection no other sorcerer can reach. heck, he’s the only holder of the six eyes and limitless in four centuries.

but that’s only when you, the love of his life, his future wife (you just don’t know it yet), are not sitting right next to him.

you’d asked him to help you control your cursed energy and he’d accepted with an eager grin, showing you what he called the ‘best technique’—watching movies together. (no, it wasn’t his idea of proving to suguru that he had a date.)

your grip on gojo’s arm tightens at the shitty horror movie and his cursed energy leaks out the more his heartbeat races but he doesn’t care.

satoru steals a glance at you. your hair frames your face perfectly and there’s a frown on your soft lips he wants to wipe away and wow, he’s never noticed the arch of your nose before but it’s beautif—

smack!

the pain is blinding for a moment and satoru groans and clutches his nose. his vision doubles and he sees two of his attacker—one of yaga’s stupid dolls snoring at him. which idiot made it wear boxing gloves anyway?

oh.

“satoru, are you okay?” the tinge of panic in your voice breaks his stupor, “i didn’t think you’d be scared of ‘the ring’ but your heart is beating so fast—”

“i’m fine.” he smiles as a thin trail of blood drips from his nose, “i’m totally fine.”

“satoru, you’re bleeding—”

“it’s just a little blood.“ and a permanently flattened nose. he’ll have to contact a surgeon later.

gojo waves his hand in dismissal and puts an arm around the couch, an act that was supposed to be cool if you hadn’t heard the tiny whimper that left him.

your brows knit together in worry and you pull out a handkerchief, dabbing at the blood lightly. his elation at your proxmity lasts briefly before you pinch his nose and pull him closer, tilting his head up.

his mouth falls open, less because he’s shocked and more because that’s his only way of breathing now.

it’s a weird way to ask for a kiss but the sorcerer certainly doesn’t mind.

satoru leans in and puckers his lips, closing his eyes. this is it, finally, he’s managed to woo the girl of his dreams and that too with blood dripping from his nostrils. all that eavesdropping on you and wikihow knowledge finally paid off.

he’s a millimetre away from your lips when—

thwack!

“what are you doing, you creep?!”

satoru dazedly blinks and his fingers flit over the imprint of your palm on his cheek, “what?”

“you were trying to kiss me.”

“was i not supposed to?”

you look at him like he grew three heads, “no, you weren’t.”

satoru’s features twist in disappointment and his puppy eyes almost have you reconsidering, “oh.”

an awkward silence follows. yeah, you like satoru too. you like his cheesy jokes and how his laugh brightens up the room. just a teeny tiny bit.

but what else were you supposed to do except slapping him when he suddenly attacked you with fish lips and blood on his face?

still, as you see him caressing his cheek with an odd look on his face, guilt creeps up on you. maybe you shouldn’t have hit him that hard.

you sigh, “i’ll get some ice. until then…”

you kiss his cheek, a peck that lasts barely a moment but has both your cheeks heating up. “i hope this suffices.”

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #vera’s.jjk.library.✎

[verahella]

♡ 𝐁𝐅!𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 ♡

fun fact the first two texts of the pic after the insta one was something i heard in a conversation between my friends 🤠

#gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smau #smau #gojo satoru #vera’s.jjk.library.✎ #also gojo would so change his contact name in ur phone

[verahella]

♡ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 — 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ♡

his shoulders slump the moment he enters through the door, crinkles of a smile unconsciously softening into a tired expression. he plops down onto the couch, resting his head against the back of it and crossing his feet on the marble coffee table in front.

gojo’s throat is dry from a long day of teaching but his legs ache and he can’t bring himself to get up and get water right now.

his students had done well today, he thinks. the trio was improving, slowly but surely, he could see everyone getting over sukuna.

the thought lifts a small smile to his face.

he closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. his head is pounding and he has a sudden, strange craving for your homemade tea (with lots of honey to match his picky taste).

he used to stick his tongue out in disgust at your ‘healthier choices’ but now he can’t help but miss the warmth of it stinging his tongue, sweetness spreading on it before your lips replaced it.

too bad you were out on some mission tonight.

satoru doesn’t register the comforting scratches on his head, only letting out a small hum.

“what’s got you smiling like that?”

“the misery of missing my wife.” he mutters. his eyes open with a flash when he recognises your laugh.

he turns his head around, watching you stare down at him with a soft smile. “you must hate her very much then, no?”

(he can’t. even if he begged on his knees, he couldn’t hate you. every fibre in his body, the strands of his very soul, would oppose anything but loving you, devoting himself to you.)

“yes. she’s a demon for leaving me alone here.”

you shove his shoulder lightly, “i came back, didn’t i?” you always will.

he moves to his knees on the couch, encircling his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly close. “thought you weren’t gonna be home until tomorrow.”

“i finished early.” you comb your hand through his hair, “couldn’t risk you burning down my kitchen.”

“have some faith; i would only set the ugly curtains on fire.” he murmurs, settling his face into the crook of your neck. it fits perfectly. he breathes you in, the scent of home filling his senses.

“you okay there?” you mumble, swaying slightly to balance his weight on you.

“‘m fine. just missed you.”

you smile. he sounds so small, a hint of rare vulnerability in his tone, yet he doesn’t shy away from it like he used to when he first met you.

that genius of yours, he acts like a toddler more often than not, yet his true inner child is buried deep in, a part of his heart waiting to be unlocked. (you’re glad you’re the one he handed the keys to.)

he relishes in the small pats of your hand on his back, a good job at the end of a long day. you’ve learnt even the strongest require appreciation sometimes.

the both of you stay like that for a while, time pausing until its just two souls entangling with each other where they find home.

you smoosh his cheeks together as you plant a kiss on his nose. “i love you.”

he grins, charged up from your touch, “how could you not? it’s me we’re talking about.”

you chuckle, tracing a faint scar on his cheek. from back when infinity didn’t isolate him from the world. “glad to see you’re feeling better, narcissist.”

“i’m also handsome, rich, immeasurably funny—”

“and arrogant.” you interject.

“it’s part of my charm.” he winks. “i’ve found out these days that i’m pretty mean too.”

you tilt your head, “mean? how?” it doesn’t seem likely to you that this six foot lump of annoyance could be anything like mean.

“i ate the last cookie.”

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[verahella]

it was kind of funny, you always thought; the almighty gojo satoru who had six eyes that could see everything and anything and his partner, who was partially blind.

but that fact didn’t seem all that amusing to you now as you crawled on the floor and shoved your under face under every single sofa and bed you could find in the house. dust mites tickled your nose all the while, making you sniffle and sneeze.

and promptly bang your head on the bottom of the sofa.

groaning, you sit up, rubbing the back of your poor head. two hours of misery, pain and dora the explorer vision had led you to nothing but a throbbing headache.

you throw your head back, letting it rest against the very thing that had hurt you. as you were too busy wallowing in your grief, you hadn’t noticed the silent whoosh that had appeared in the living room.

“do you know where my fancy tie is?” it was gojo.

“the one you stole from nanami’s collection?”

“uh-huh. i need it to prove to megumi that i am indeed a professional, mature, twenty seven year old man.”

“i think it’s laying on the coun—what are you wearing?”

satoru turned around in his fully formal suit, briefcase with probably nothing in it and combed hair. you have never seen gojo comb his hair in your life.

he wiggled his eyebrows, throwing his arms up grandly to showcase his (obviously proud of) outfit, “you like? megumi bet that i could never be a stable, dignified man even on my deathbed so i’m going to prove him wro—”

“satoru, are those my glasses?”

gojo paused, shoving your glasses up his nose. “yes. it’s to look ‘sophisticated’. i thought of adding make up wrinkles to look more like nanami but—”

a poorly aimed pillow struck his face.

“i was looking everywhere for those!”

gojo raised an eyebrow, “what, for this old thing? i thought you only wore them since you’re smart.”

you let out an irritated sigh, “no, satoru. i wear them because i’m practically blind without them.”

“oh. well, do i at least look hot?”

this time, the pillow was perfectly aimed.

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[verahella]

♡ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ♡

it’s an amusing part of your relationship that satoru doesn’t remember the exact moment he fell in love with you.

he plays it off with a joke every time you ask him with your hands on your hips, feigning anger that fades away when he gives you a kiss. but the question always lingers at the back of his mind, a sliver of uncertainty that causes his smile to droop.

friends of you and him loved to share their cute ‘the moment i knew’ stories but he could never relate. he loves you, he’d bet his ego on it. but…

does he really not know what made him realise it?

the answer is, unfortunately, yes.

all he remembers is the sweet sound of your laughter, the scent you left on his hoodies, the essence of you, you, you permanently engraved in his mind. feelings that blur together, disappointment when you weren’t around, anxiety when you were.

all he remembers is a haze of you, but not the moment when it started to matter to him. it’s a trivial matter and it irks him.

he listens to you, on one of your rare late night talks, ramble about the moment everything clicked and you found out he was the one. it sounds like one of those confession scenes from a movie and believe him, satoru is over the moon that he’s the main lead.

but for him, there was no clicking of anything or any realisation of loving you. why would there be when, in his mind, that is what he was made for?

maybe he’d known it all along. that he was born to love you, he was put on this earth as the strongest to protect the most precious treasure (you), to be your home like you were his.

he’d gotten his answer.

a soft grin, unlike his usual one but still holding the same emotion, graces his lips. here you were, curled up in his arms, trusting him entirely and how could he worry about the past when you were his present?

he sighs, kissing your forehead with a feather light gentleness.

satoru’s love is loud and foreign to him but just for you, he’ll wrap it into a soft blanket that keeps you warm on nights he can’t.

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[verahella]

♡ 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ♡

“tokyo station.”

the doors open, you and gojo enter. your eyes scan the train, finding one last empty seat and immediately, both you and satoru rush towards it. you win by a second of difference, giving him a smug grin as he has to hold onto the holding strap.

satoru sticks his tongue out at your smirk, “i let you have that. i know grandmas can’t stand upright for too long.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night, gentleman.”

the train gives a slight shake as it starts to move, the doors whirring as they close.

you rest your head against the window, closing your eyes. your uniform hugs you uncomfortably, the sweat on your forehead a testament to the long day of training you’ve had. satoru, to his credit, stays quiet for once, choosing to watch over you silently until the next station approaches.

the doors open once again, a hoard of people filling up the train. you open your eyes to check if gojo had gotten lost in the crowd when your eyes fall on an old woman, standing unsteadily on the train. you get up immediately, offering her your seat as she gives you a grateful smile in return.

you hold onto the ceiling strap, looking around for mop of white hair when a familiar voice sounds in your ears, “since when did you become a saint?”

you turn around to find your target. “ever since i thought i had done the world a favour by getting rid of you in this crowd. how unfortunate someone hasn’t kidnapped you yet.”

“as if i would ever deprive you of my charming presence. i’m not that mean,” he winked, which you could barely see under his sunglasses.

you opened your mouth, retort ready on your tongue when the train jerked to a stop and you fell forward, straight onto a certain sorcerer’s chest. satoru wrapped an arm around your waist instinctively, curling around you protectively.

the two of you stayed still for a moment, you reeling from the shock of falling and him from your body, before he coughed loudly.

you tried to pull back but the arm from your waist went up to your shoulders, holding you close.

“i told you, grandma.” he grins, trying to hide his warm cheeks with cockiness. luckily, you’re too embarrassed yourself to notice it, “shut up.”

and he does, taking a moment to slow his quickening heartbeat. satoru’s touched you before—flicking your forehead, wrestling with you for ice cream—but this time feels different. and he’s not sure if it’s in a good way.

he thinks about how you’re right underneath his chin, his breath blowing out above your head and his hand tightens on the handgrip above him. he feels warm and sticky, like he wants to push you away to save himself from this feeling but also pull you closer, trap you in his arms forever and never let go.

why was he thinking about that last one?

you clear your throat, breaking his thoughts. “you’re going to treat me to food after this.”

he’s a little too overwhelmed with this thoughts to go back to teasing you, “sure.”

you grumble, trying to defuse the atmosphere, “i have to stand this close to you for the rest of the train ride. that’s punishment enough. i deserve a treat after all this.”

satoru doesn’t disagree; he thinks its a punishment for him too. still, he doesn’t say anything.

if you’re allowing him to hang out even after this train ride, satoru thinks he might not be the only one feeling the giddiness bubbling in his stomach.

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[verahella]

✧˖°. THE SUMMER OF 2007

“are we in heaven?”

you would have agreed with shoko. with the white sun glaring into your retina and the chirping of crickets, it definitely seemed like it.

but then you remember that your friend group consisted of a cigarette addicted alcoholic, a handsome guy who wanted to committed genocide a year ago and the worst of all, gojo satoru.

so, no. you doubt you had access to heaven.

you shift on the field in a futile attempt to get away from the sun, “if i die, tell them that i haven’t decided what poetic thing to put on my grave yet.”

shoko hums in acknowledgment, closing her eyes. orange spots still dance around her vision and she sighs as she hears the footsteps rushing closer.

“no need to worry, your saviour is here!” you jerk awake when ice touches your forehead.

gojo hovers over you, peering at you from over his glasses. “oh, my poor baby.” he pulls you in for a hug, patting your head with an aggressiveness you didn’t need, “i should be the only one who makes you flush red like that.”

“remember it’s out of embarrassment, not infatuation.” suguru drawls, drawing snickers from you both. he tosses a can to shoko before taking a seat next to her, the grass tickling his palms when he leans back on his hands.

the sun’s glares have reduced you all to nothing but a melting pool of sweat and it’s all too hot to be hugging right now but when has mere weather ever stopped gojo satoru from indulging in his desires? still, he reluctantly pulls away when your clawing at his arms starts to hurt a little.

“i got you this.” you practically see his tail wagging as he grins, eager for appreciation. you reach to take the can of soda he offers but gojo clicks his tongue, pulling it away. he taps his cheek, “i need payment first.”

you roll your eyes and his grin widens when you lean forward. he shifts at the last minute, leaving the red shine of your lipgloss to imprint on his lips.

the way your face heats up is always endearing. “you’re the worst.” you snatch the soda can from him and he lets you, leaning back with a smug little smirk on his face.

“can you believe we’ve only got three more months left?” shoko pipes up to distract herself before she vomits at you both. she’s right though.

the year seems to be so long yet went by so fast. you won’t realise it now but maybe a few years later, when you’re older and have settled down, you’ll reminisce about those good old days in high school. maybe, despite going your separate ways, you and shoko will meet up every weekend and gossip about those days and suguru will squint behind his glasses as he tries to recollects this exact moment and capture that joy onto a painting and—

your gaze flits to gojo. it’s a dangerous thought but maybe, just maybe, gojo will be there, criticising suguru about how he couldn’t capture satoru’s handsomeness on the canvas. and you both will get an apartment and you’ll feel the warmth of his hand (and the metal of his ring) around yours every morning.

but that’s too optimistic of a future for jujutsu sorcerers and you know it.

it’s weird, mourning a life you’ve never lived.

your eyes stray to satoru again unconsciously and you find him looking at suguru. you squeeze his hand, like you do every night as he spills all his worries about the past and mostly the future.

gojo meets your eyes and he pushes his glasses up higher, moving closer to you.

shoko clears her throat, if only to stop herself from spiralling as well, “we’ve only got three more months left and i still don’t understand how gojo graduated kindergarten.”

geto smiles faintly at gojo’s indignant huff. there he goes, slipping into character again, so seamlessly. “suguru, tell her that some of us have both beauty and brains.”

geto shakes his head yet the smile doesn’t disappear just yet, “well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. but maybe if you dig through that ego, you can find some semblance of a brain.”

satoru’s face morphs into betrayal, “how could you? after everything we’ve been through?”

geto simply shrugs and you laugh. gojo sighs, standing up slowly and nudging his glasses back up. he stares at suguru with his arms crossed menacingly for about three seconds and you think he might actually tackle him (because that’s definitely not the first time he’s done it) before he shoots off in the direction of the beach, a blur in the distance.

the three of you share looks of confusion before satoru’s faint cry is heard.

“first one there can cut suguru’s bangs!”

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[verahella]

♡ 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 — 𝐆. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 ♡

it was nine pm on a sunday night and you were not ready to deal with an emotional, drunk sorcerer laying on your couch. you look back down at the note in your hand, which you had found stapled to a stumbling gojo’s jacket on your doorstep.

you can take him back. we never want him over again. love, nanami and geto.

you sigh, crumpling up the paper and throwing it into the dustbin. like the past ten minutes, satoru immediately whines your name the moment you’re gone from his vision.

“i’m coming, you man-child.” you grumble, going to the kitchen. like a pacified baby, your boyfriend’s yells quieten when he sees you and he smiles bashfully at you from the couch.

you pick up a pan, placing it in the stove. heating the stove, you go to the fridge in search of eggs. you know satoru gets incredibly hungry after he’s turned sober so you hope to minimise the amount of food that giant intakes by feeding him beforehand. you crack an egg into the frying pan when a pair of arms wrap themselves around you. satoru settles his face into the crook of your neck, humming quietly.

“‘missed you.”

“you were gone for two hours.”

“two whole hours without your presence right beside me? i’d rather be cut in half.” he slurs his words, planting a plethora of kisses on your skin.

you laugh quietly, flipping the pan. “okay, drama queen.“

the two of you fall into a comfortable silence, you shuffling around every once in a while to get ingredients while satoru clings onto your back like a koala, stealing kisses from you.

after a few minutes, you settle on the couch, handing him the plate of food. he shakes his head, putting it aside as he buries his head into your lap. you thread your hand through his hair, scratching at it gently, “is something wrong?”

satoru sighs, turning to look up at you. his eyes have turned glossy and his nose red. his lips have curled into a soft pout. it’s time for the emotional outburst.

“i just love you so much.” he wails, hugging your stomach.

you stifle a laugh, “is that so?”

“this isn’t funny. i’m being serious.”

“so am i, sweetheart. that is a grave mistake indeed.”

satoru frowns at you, leaning in and bumping his nose into yours. “it is. i love you so much that sometimes i feel like my heart is about to burst from it’s seams. and i don’t want it to but i also don’t want to stop loving you. i want to keep loving you till the end of our days and after that too. because just seeing you and knowing you chose me to spend your life with and experience all that…nothing is a greater gift.”

you don’t think you can say anything more romantic after his drunken ramble that so you don’t. you hold him gently, kissing away his frown. “you could become a poet, ‘toru.”

he tilts his head, thinking. “i was thinking a singer. because then i can serenade you while you throw tomatoes at me.”

you laugh at his sudden mood change. “how about we just get you to bed, hm? you can serenade me tomorrow.”

he’s too tired to refuse, so he simply nods, curling around you. he falls asleep in seconds while you stay awake, heart beating from his confession throughout the night.

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