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stsgluver · 4 months

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𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐓.𝟑 — gojo satoru

synopsis. nobara is ill and what better way to spend your day off than trying to figure out who your teacher's high school girlfriend is?

wc. 3.5k

tags. gojo x reader, fluff, one suggestive joke, reader is in gojo's class, implied utahime x shoko, only half proofread

a/n. it's nearly midnight and im so tired and I have to be up at 6 tomorrow but I needed to get this done. I hope there's not too many mistakes <3 the ending is kind of shit but idc :) jk i do pls like it

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“are you sure you’ll be okay alone?”

nobara lazily lifted her head from beneath her duvet, orange bangs clinging to her sweaty forehead as she let out a series of harsh coughs. megumi winced from the doorway, inching back ever so slightly - he'd already brought in a couple bottles of water and a box of tissues, he wasn't looking to contract whatever flu-like disease she had caught.

she rolled her eyes at his not-so-subtle antics and raised a weak thumbs up. “go on fushiguro, i know how much you're dying to spend the afternoon with itadori and sensei."

“haha,” megumi uttered with the most sarcastic tone he could muster. on second thoughts, maybe being sick for a week wouldn't be so bad. with nobara gone, there was no buffer for his teacher and classmate to pester. “call me if you get worse, you know the second years are useless.”

nobara gave the younger boy a quick salute and small smile, “yes boss.”

she dropped her head back into her pillow and waited till she heard the door click shut till she slipped a little less than elegantly out of bed. whilst yes, there was no denying that she was definitely sick, she also had a mission she couldn’t give up on.

in the three weeks, four days and an unknown number of hours since she had found the dvd of her teacher in his youth, she had been putting all of her free time into trying to find you. megumi had been a dead end when she’d tried asking him about you again and, although nobara knew he had a soft spot for yuuji, she didn’t trust the pink haired boy to treat this situation sensitively.

initially, she’d even considered asking gojo about it but she decided against that pretty quickly. that could get awkward very quickly and she still had at least two years at the school.

then, she’d moved onto searching through the school for traces of the alumni. all she’d managed to find was a single photo; one that included both kyoto and tokyo students. you were tucked into gojo’s side with your arm around shoko. geto was there too: him and gojo side by side as they always were in their teenage years. all of you were grinning and genuinely happy. where had it all gone so drastically wrong?

nobara wondered if it was geto’s fault that gojo’s class had been all but erased – an effort to forget that the worst curse user to live had in fact once been an aspiring sorcerer.

her next plan (and one she hadn’t full considered the logistics of completely just yet) was to watch every single video on the dvd because surely at some point, there would be some clue of who you were or where you’d gone.

and even if there wasn’t, what else could she possibly do to amuse herself whilst she was on bed rest?

with a huff, she grabbed her laptop and dropped back onto her bed, tucking herself under the covers. opening up her laptop (her password being ‘12345’), she clicked unpause on a video she’d started the evening prior.

“–and that’s it basically.”

shoko waved her hands around, sat on yaga’s chair at the front of the classroom with a blackboard filled with scribbles behind her. it wasn’t anything legible, more like swirls and stars and nobara thinks that, if she looked hard enough, in the corner were two little stick men: gojo and geto. an unlit cigarette sat between her lips as she kicked her legs up onto her teacher’s desk. yaga clearly wasn’t in the room.

“that made no sense whatsoever but woo! shoko!” you clapped, out of frame of the camera but enthusiastically nonetheless. the aforementioned girl narrowed her eyes at you across the classroom.

“that’s why i made a video, for you to look back on duh,” she tsked, nodding her head towards the camera. “plus it is easy. i expected dumb and dumber not to understand but you?” shoko patted away a few non-existent tears, taking on the role of disappointed parent and their once star student.

except you’d never really excelled in a class with two prodigies and shoko actually loved having the upperhand in at least one area of sorcery.

shoko picked up the camera, holding it upwards to give a full view of her outfit and hair – like it was any different to any other day she attended school. she swivelled the spinny chair over to an occupied desk, slotting next to it and moving the camera so that it captured all of you in the frame. gojo was sat down in the seat, glasses propped up onto his forehead as you sat sideways on his lap, unsuccessfully trying to decipher shoko’s teachings on the board.

“understanding reversed cursed techniques is way harder than understanding cursed techniques,” you tried to justify, pointing to the board that showed the squiggles that ‘symbolised’ performing a reversed curse technique. stealing gojo’s glasses and popping them on your own face, you popped a quick kiss to the side of his head, “plus, why waste my energy? you’ll figure it out so i never have to.”

“the things i do for you,” gojo sighed happily, dropping his head down onto your shoulder as his arms looped around your waist. the orange-haired sorcerer could practically hear yuuji’s gasps at the simple displays of affection and she almost felt bad for watching some of the clips without him.

almost.

nobara was never one for romance – drama, such as the fight between gojo and naoya, that was her scene. but even she couldn’t help herself from smiling at the teenage love between the two of you. maybe she should give her teacher more credit – there was more to the six foot two man than just his over the top personality and questionable teaching methods.

“this is meant to be an educational video! be less couple-y!” shoko complained, scowling and shuffling away on her chair again.

“oh, we could make it very educational,” gojo wiggled his eyebrows, the devious smirk on his lips only widening at your flushed expression as you tried to hit his chest. failing, though, as he isolated his cursed technique to uphold a thin barrier between your hand and the material of his uniform.

there was the teacher she knew – keen to annoy even those he loved the most.

shoko must’ve ended the video out of spite after his comment, because nobara found herself staring at a black screen.

all that she’d learnt so far was that you couldn’t perform a reverse cursed technique as a teenager. maybe that was what killed you? if you were even dead, that is. but given the damage that curses can inflict on sorcerers, whether or not you were able to execute a reversed cursed technique could literally be the difference between walking away from a fight a little tired or in a body bag.

nobara coughed several times, picking up the open bottle of water from her bedside table and taking a sip to try and ease her scratchy throat. scrunching up her nose at the slight sting of swallowing, she clicked the next available video, not putting much thought into her choice.

it was you and nanami in frame in a library by the looks of it but if it was on campus, nobara didn’t know where. christmas decorations decorated the shelving units behind you – tinsels of gold, red and green, and hanging snowflakes. you were both wearing your usual uniform but you also had a santa hat on and tinsel lining your jacket.

“we’re the only two on campus,” you said quietly, “because everyone else’s parents loved them–”

“we couldn’t afford to go back for the holidays,” nanami cut you off, without glancing up from what he was writing. being from two non-sorcerer families was a disadvantage normally in terms of status and inherited techniques, but holidays were somehow worse.

gojo had offered to help you out with a ticket back to your parents and had even extended an invitation for you to stay with him but you didn’t want to leave nanami alone (and although he didn’t seem grateful, he was glad you were there).

“it’s fine. academic comeback time,” you held up a book to the screen. being in a class with three exceptional sorcerers meant that studies were often sidelined to try and improve and perfect your techniques. holidays were usually your opportunity to catch up on the missed classwork and homework you’d fallen behind on.

nanami less so – if anything he was reading ahead. tokyo had never been renowned for academic scores until he’d come along.

“i don’t get why the camera needs to be here,” nanami complained.

“to record us study! it’s motivational.”

“sure,” nanami hummed quietly, reading over your shoulder at the work you’d already completed prior to setting up the camera. “that’s wrong. this is simple mutipli–” he paused at the sound of rustling and his brows furrowed as he tried to peer round the bookshelves.

“merry christmas!”

nobara snickered as nanami jumped at the sudden voice and appearance of three people behind him. gojo and geto were capable of masking their cursed energy (and shoko’s) so that they wouldn’t be noticed slipping into the library. although gojo had nearly screwed that up by pulling out a chair trying to trip up geto.

“ieiri!” you slipped out from your seat, running up and hugging your classmate. in the process, the camera got knocked so it was facing the ceiling. nobara frowned as she turned the brightness up on her laptop as if though that would somehow bring everyone back into grame. in the periphery of the screen she could make out just the heads and foreheads of the student sorcerers.

“hi satoru, missed you too satoru, so glad you came to see me satoru,” the white haired sorcerer pouted at the lack of attention and nobara is sure someone responded to him but the audio is muffled by two voices closer to the camera’s microphone.

“here!” haibara slipped into the seat next to nanami that you had occupied moments prior and held up a small wrapped box with red ribbon tied neatly in a bow. “i picked it up on the way. merry christmas nanamin!”

“thanks yu,” nanami smiled softly at his classmate. well that’s what nobara thought he did anyways, his eyes lifted into half crescents but she wasn’t actually sure what his mouth was doing out of frame. she’d never seen the blond so happy from a simple gesture.

she clicked off the video even though it still had thirty seconds left to go. it wasn’t much fun just watching people’s foreheads and she highly doubted that nanami was about to fix the camera’s position.

so you were from a non-sorcerer family and possibly not able to use reverse cursed technique. it wasn’t much but facts were still facts.

there was a little more deliberation before she chose her next video, settling herself back into her cushions as she waited for it to load.

the screen was suddenly very bright and nobara winced, turning it down as the surroundings came into focus. it was the inside of an arcade and the camera was pointed directly at one of those claw machines. inside were different sized plushies of spiderman and haibara was the one controlling the claw.

nobara could vaguely make out everyone’s reflection in the glass – to the left of haibara was geto (who was also the one holding onto the camera), gojo and you, and to his right was shoko, nanami and maybe also utahime? shoko had her arm around a blue haired girl either way.

“no! so close haibara,” you patted the youngest boy on the shoulder gently as the plushie he’d managed to pick up slipped from the claw’s clutches before it could be dropped down the chute and retrieved.

“can i try?” gojo asked and, from the annoyed groans, nobara assumed it wasn’t the first time he’d interjected.

“no, he’ll get it this time,” geto encouraged and gojo flashed him a look of disbelief.

“if gojo wants a go he can have it!” haibara tried to step away from the machine but nanami halted him, slotting several more coins in the machine.

“take your go yu.”

“i’ll get you a slushie if you win,” shoko called out, clapping her hands together as he accepted his fate, hesitantly pressing down on the buttons as he peered through the side of the machine to get a better angle.

“haibara, haibara.” all of them were chanting his name now, and that was enough of a boost for him to finally get one of the plushies over the barrier and down the chute. the camera shook unsteadily as geto jumped and six of them crowded the youngest in a joint hug.

nobara could see yuuji in haibara and megumi in nanami and herself in shoko and she had to stop herself from tearing up. nanami and shoko seemed like strangers these days and she couldn’t even imagine waking up and yuuji not being the first one to greet her outside her room.

we’ve got a mission here, she reminded herself, shaking her head lightly before moving onto the next clip.

“utahime, say hi,” you lowered the camera to the kyoto sorcerer’s height. she was sat cross-legged on the floor with a jacket flung haphazardly over her head to try and block out the sun that beamed down.

“hi!” utahime waved, smiling as you dropped down next to her. in her hands was a partially made daisy chain that she’d started to entertain herself whilst she waited for the tokyo students. despite being in kyoto, she’d always chosen to join yourself and shoko at events over her own classmates.

“who do you think is going to win the exchange event this year?” you asked with a raised brow and utahime grimaced.

“don’t make me compliment him.”

“are you implying that our edge is not because of me?” you looked at the camera with a disgusted expression, like you had the power to outshine the gojo satoru, she rolled her eyes – gojo’s dramatics were rubbing off on you. “for that i’m telling ieiri. you may be her girlfriend–”

utahime hit your arm and her eyes darted around for anyone that could’ve heard (like you were not sat alone in a field together whilst the others warmed up), “shut up! we’re not like that…”

you nodded with a condescending hum. “then kindly could you please stop calling her till three in the morning, some of us need our beauty sleep.”

“you’re only ever up at three am because you’re sneaking back from gojo’s dorm,” she retorted with a pointed look. you opened your mouth to defend yourself

“true,” you jumped at shoko’s voice, swivelling your neck around to find the third piece of your trio standing behind you. shoko gestured towards your uniform jacket, “and if she pulls down her collar there’s a massive hickey i had to help cover up this morning.”

utahime erupted into a fit of giggles and you eyed the camera like it was some sitcom and you were breaking the fourth wall.

“you’re such an asshole.”

shoko pushed in between the two of you to make herself the middle. “you love me.”

nobara frowned as the video ended. while it wasn’t overly helpful, it reaffirmed the seriousness of your relationship with her teacher… but that was obvious from the lovesick heart eyes he constantly had in every video you were together.

although, she would have to show it to maki – the two had suspicions about the kyoto teacher and tokyo healer and this all but confirmed that they were right.

nobara scrolled down till she found a thumbnail of you, geto and gojo sat around a table of food.

“zenin naoya,” you started, chopsticks in one hand as you held a bowl of food in the other. gojo pretended to vomit at the mention of his name. “yes toru, appropriate response, but have you heard about him and the kamo girl?”

geto nodded with a mouth full. “the one who studied abroad?”

“yes! her,” you waved your chopsticks in his direction, “anyways, she cheated on him.”

the dark haired sorcerer made a sound of shock, “they were together together?”

you nodded enthusiastically, offering gojo some of your rice. “mhmm, they got together new years eve.”

“that did not last long,” gojo snickered. nobara peered at the date in the corner of the screen in a retro, yellow font; 15 january 2006.

“best part? it’s not even the first time,” you revealed, picking up some salmon sushi off of gojo’s plate and quickly eating it.

“stop,” geto gasped and nobara was shocked. this man was a war criminal now, and yet ten years ago he seemed so far from it, gossiping like he was a teenage girl.

“which like i don’t get,” you frowned. “i dont know why he’s trying to save face over some two week old relationship. especially if she’s already cheated multiple times.”

“he’s just desperate because it’s the first girl to ever want to actually be with him.”

“oh yeah she really wants to be with him,” gojo uttered sarcastically with a sparkle in his eyes. he would have a party at the downfall of the zenin.

“are they staying together?”

“i think so,” you nodded, holding a hand over your mouth as you spoke and finished your mouthful. “it’s what me and shoko told him to do, well shoko. he facetimed shoko.” you clarified following gojo��s less than pleased expression. nobara didn’t doubt that naoya had caused some tension in your relationship (though she refused to believe it was ever because you had been interested in him) and she wished that you’d switch the topic solely onto that. that was the sort of drama she was after.

“youre telling me he facetimed ieiri to tell her he’d been cheated on?” geto could bearly finish the question without laughing and he shot gojo a look. “odds on him trying to make yn jealous.”

you couldn’t stop yourself from snorting. “oh yeah because hearing all that made me want to leave satoru for that thing.” sarcasm or not, your words were taken literally by your boyfriend who draped all one hundred and ninety centimetres of himself across your body. “oh my god you’re so heavy.”

“it’s just my love for you in physical form. don’t be mean,” he whined.

nobara didn’t even have the energy to laugh quietly at the pathetic nature of her teacher as she felt herself drifting off. it was fine, she thought, only a quick power nap. she’d earned it, watching all those clips expended lots of energy.

“kugisaki?” gojo gently knocked at the young girl’s door. he’d left yuuji and megumi to do laps to check nobara was still alive and well. the illness had made its way through half the school already and while it obviously wasn’t something fatal, he knew better than to take any risks.

he knocked again and waited thirty seconds before he opened the door enough just to peek in and–

“satoru.”

gojo felt his heart drop at the sound of your voice. one he hadn’t heard in almost two years and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so unsteady and thrown off guard. the mere sound of your voice had startled him and gotten more of an upper hand than any curse he’d ever had to exorcise.

although his world had stilled, reality continued on and he was forced to hear himself hum in response. he didn’t have to see the video to vividly remember the day, to remember the smell of the grass and your perfume that were coaxing him into a nap that would make you both late to yaga’s lecture.

“do you think we’ll still be together once high school is over?”

“hope so,” he murmured, half asleep, and gojo wished his younger self was more aware, telling you how much he wanted to be with you, savouring every second he had in your presence rather than sleeping it away.

like that could’ve changed the outcome.

slipping into her room, gojo lifted the laptop off of her sleeping figure (definitely still alive and breathing). with a press of a button, the disk popped out and he set the device onto the ground as he contemplated what to do.

he could break it in half, make it seem like an accident that nobara hadn’t noticed in her ill state. or he could use his cursed technique and completely eviscerate it from existence.

or maybe he could keep it.

gojo gave nobara one last glance as he silently closed her door once more, grateful for the blindfold he wore as he headed back outside to his students.

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seeingivy · 4 months

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you're losing me

satoru x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

an: based on a request I received! i've been trying to get back into the writing groove since finals ended - and this very detailed request was exactly what I needed - so ty my sweetie pie <3

“Would you guys like to order?”

You swallow hard, looking up at your waiter, who has stopped by for the third time now. You’ve been sitting here with the first years for almost forty-five minutes now, waiting for Satoru to arrive for the dinner that you two kept promising them. Yuuji and Nobara have all but exhausted the free bread supply while you waited, much to Megumi’s dismay, who keeps claiming that they’re going to be too full to eat their dinner and complain about it for days.

“Um-”

You pause, checking his location one more time, before you sigh and give a polite smile. Satoru’s location still isn’t reading - meaning, he’s still stuck on his mission - and not coming to dinner.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” you respond, gesturing for the three of them as Megumi starts narrating everyone’s order to the waiter.

The three of them turn to you - with matching stiff smiles - when he walks away as you swallow hard and prepare yourself for the awkward barrage of comments you know are coming.

“He’s not coming?” Megumi asks.

“Yeah. He’s still at his mission and I have to take you guys back early anyways, so we’ll just eat without him.”

“Maybe you can take something for him to go?” Yuuji asks.

“No, that’s alright. Um, his dinner from yesterday should still be there. He’s good.” you respond.

You don’t miss the look that the three of them give each other and swallow down the defense of him that you always have prepared. Not that you don’t still vehemently believe in it, because you do, it’s just that it tends to make those prolonged, pitying looks last longer when you do.

But Satoru really is busy. There’s no one like him - he quite literally changed the balance of life as anyone knew it when he was born - so of course there are certain missions that only he can do. And there’s a certain…safety that comes with picking Satoru each time. Because they know that he’ll come out on the other side of it, with exactly what they need.

Which means that he comes home late sometimes. Despite your best efforts to stay up - which always end with you upright on the couch, with your neck curved in a weird way - only to find that you’re safely tucked into your bed the next morning.

Satoru always comes home at some point, making sure to tuck you into bed, but has to run off so fast that you don’t catch him in the morning.

“Gojo-sensei’s really neglecting you, huh?” Nobara utters, earning a jab from Megumi in his side.

You smile.

“No. He’s just busy.” you respond, awkwardly breaking the bread in your plate.

“You’re right. He has missions and has been really hands on with the second-years.” Megumi responds.

You shoot him a grateful smile.

“Exactly! Especially since they’re all about to be nominated for first grade sorcerers so…now is more important than ever.” you add.

“It’s okay. You should just make Gojo-sensei feel really bad. Isn’t he rich? Then he’ll buy you a nice ring to make up for it.” Nobara adds, giving you a wink.

You snort.

“Okay, Nobara. I’ll try it.” you scoff.

“No, seriously! He should feel bad - you’re probably drinking wine alone at night, blasting some sad songs before you get so tired from crying that you fall asleep. You deserve a gift!” Nobara adds, earning her another jab from Megumi in her side.

You roll your eyes.

“I do not blast sad songs before I go to bed. That’s actually pathetic.” you respond.

“Or therapeutic. I’ll send you a playlist. Trust me, you’ll get so mad that you’ll actually get a gift from him out of it.” Nobara responds, your phone beeping in your pocket from her message.

You look over at Megumi, giving him a knowing look, before you return to your dinner and let Nobara target her incessant rambling for someone else. At the end of the dinner, Nobara flashes you a big smile when you set Satoru’s credit card down on the table, which was an accident because you had just left yours at home. You settle down her rambling by buying them all dessert on it before you send them home.

Satoru, though he would never admit it out loud, had been dreading coming home for the past week. And he’d wring his own neck out a few months ago, for even thinking it, let alone the fact that he’s been entertaining the fact for the past few months.

But what he has waiting for him when he’s coming home, leaves him with that deep seated, guilty pit in his stomach. Because he always trods into your apartment hours late, to find you curled up on the couch, having dozed off.

Satoru knows you - too well almost - and that despite his protests, you tried your best to wait up for him every single day. His heart warms at the fact that you want to spend time with him, but it’s quickly overshadowed with guilt when he sees the dark circles under your eyes. And it makes it ten times worse when he slips out in the morning for his mission, only to see you squirming into his side of the bed, now left cold.

And the worst part? That you can’t even bring yourself to be mad about it. Because Satoru would feel with anger, that it would be fully deserved, but your full understanding and love for him just makes his guilt a thousand times worse. Because without fail, you always leave ehim a dinner plate out, reminding him to eat his vitamins and rink water before leaving.

But today was different - quite possibly, the first time he’s rushed home in a while. Because his mission finished early and his meeting got cancelled, meaning that he would be home when you would be awake. He’d made arrangements, quickly running past and picking up a bouquet and ice cream on the way home, nearly sprinting all the way up the stairs.

Satoru pads into the apartment, feet leading him straight to the bedroom, where the light is pouring from the bottom of the closed door. He hesitates, caught off by the fact that you’re singing, before knocking on the door together. He’d missed the sound of it, of your quiet singing that he’d often wake up to while you were showering.

Satoru can recognize that you’re listening to Taylor Swift almost immediately - with how much you and Nobara play it around him - and he’s almost positive that you must have the cat cuddled into your nap, explaining all the lore to him like he’s found you doing hundreds of time.

"Do something, babe, say something" (say something) "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing (got nothing) To believe Unless you're choosin' me" You're losin' me Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me Stop (stop, stop), you're losin' me I can't find a pulse My heart won't start anymore

Satoru swallows hard. He knows that it’s just a song. That the sentiment could easily not be reflecting what you’re feeling.

But he’s also acutely aware that it could be what you’re feeling. And it’s something that you aren’t telling him, because he knows that you odn’t want to be another thing that he has to deal with at the end of the day.

Satoru groans, leaning his head against the door, as he panders with his options. Because that’s the last thing that he wants you think. It’s the farthest place he wants to be in his relationship with you, because he wants you to always come to him. The fact that you could have been holding onto these feelings, for god knows how long, makes his stomach churn as his feet quickly lead him into the kitchen and has him scribbling a note to place in the bouquet of flowers.

You shoot Nobara a text as you pad out into the kitchen, your cat following you on your heels.

you: i like the playlist!

nobara: how much have you had to drink?

you: i did not drink. and i am not sad.

nobara: now who said that? projecting much…

You roll your eyes as you half debate opening up the dinner you had left out for Satoru last night or ordering takeout and leaving him leftovers to eat tomorrow morning

“I already ordered us something.”

You turn around, to find Satoru closing the space between you, the flowery smell filling your nose as his lips meet your forehead in a warm kiss.

“Satoru. You’re home, I didn’t even…”

He presses his lips firmly against yours, his right hand flesh as your cheek, sending a wave of warmth down your spine. You smile into the kiss, resting your forehead against his, as he returns a soft smile back.

“I missed you.” he murmurs.

You deflate, warm tears filling your eyes at his presence - bright blue eyes, the smell of his shampoo, and his warm arms around yours - as you loop your arms under his and dig your face into his neck. You can feel him leaving a few pecks in your hair, his voice soothing as you try your best to will away your tears.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to cry, I just really missed you.”

He pulls back, giving you a warm smile, as he reaches for the flowers on the counter and places them in your hands. You give him a bright smile, twisting them in your hands, as you fully inhald the flowery smell.

“For you.” Satoru responds, in a sing song voice as he reaches forward to pinch your cheek.

“You didn’t have to, love.” you respond, swiping the tiny little envelope from the bouquet.

“Yes. I did.” he deadpans, placing his hands on your shoulder before swinging you around and placing you flesh against his chest.

You open up the little envelope to find a little note inscribed with his messy handwriting, as his lips find their way to your cheek.

My sweet girl,

Your endless empathy and patience don’t go unnoticed. You’re far more than I deserve and I want to make it up to you, though I’m sure I’ll probably spend the rest of my life doing that, if you’ll let me.

We’re going to go away, just the two of us, for a little while. I don’t care where we go, you can choose where we go and what we do tomorrow. Just know, that in earnest, I’m choosing you, even if I don’t make it clear all the time.

I’ll choose you, always.

Love,

Satoru

You smile hard, twisting around, so you can look up at him. The tears are flowing from your eyes tenfold how, as Satoru lifts his hands to your cheeks, trying to push you into smiling.

“Why are you frowning, princess?”

“You’re so sweet, Satoru.”

Satoru shakes his head dismissively, as he pushes you into his embrace fully, increasing the pressure of his hold around you. The two of you stand there in the kitchen for a while, softly murmuring to each other, in the pale light of the kitchen.

When you and Satoru pad into bed later that night, you send Nobara another message before going to sleep.

you: nvm. remind me to take ur advice more often.

an, again: no one crucify me I haven't written anything for like a month

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cocteaucherry · 3 months

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another silly gojo thing I wrote with pregnant reader (I was inspired by Kali’s pregnancy announcement 🩷)

a/n- (I promise pt 3 of LTLM is coming out later today or tomorrow)

cw- pregnancy, talks of sexual situations, gojo being gojo :p

The day Satoru found out you were pregnant was a day you’ll never forget.

It was a freezing morning in January and you had just finished taking down the Christmas decorations (yeah it was a few weeks after Christmas but you both were lazy) you let out a huff wiping your hands as you stared at the old cardboard boxes that housed the glittery decorations, it made you feel more emotional than usual seeing yet another year pass.

You heard the door burst open and you turned to find your husband dragging in a bunch of wires and lights, “ six hundred twinkling lights taken down by your one and only!” He exclaimed, dropping the lights and using his foot to close the door, “you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard you on the verge of using Hollow Purple.” You said playfully as you gazed lovingly at your husband.

“What?! No! I was of course gonna take you out of the house first!” The blue eyed male chuckled as he walked towards you immediately wrapping his arms around your waist, “I think I deserve a kiss for my bravery and perseverance.” He hummed his hands running over the slight pudge in your stomach, “Do you really?” You peered up at his face to be met with a very shocked expression, you chuckled nervously staring at his over exaggerated face.

Gojo could tell something was off for the past few days, frequent bathroom trips, slight nausea in the morning and your missed period. (He might be the strongest but he’s not the smartest) and now your cursed energy was changing he sensed it when he walked in it was almost doubled. “I mean this is the BEST way possible, let me stress BEST, are you somehow maybe- just a little bit ermm.. pregnant?”

Your mind went blank at the question, “Maybe?” You shrugged your shoulders, “it would make sense..” your mind tried to calculate the last time you and Gojo were intimate but Gojo calculated for you, “Christmas.” He said his mouth was still wide open, “yeah , maybe wrapping myself like a present wasn’t the best idea.” You giggled and Satoru was quick to retort with a red face, “you practically had nothing on! You can’t blame me!” Gojo pouted, rubbing the back of his neck, “can we go buy some tests to confirm your theory?”

About seven tests later it was confirmed, you were pregnant.

Of course tears and hugs were shared and you wanted to share the news with your friends but Gojo stopped you claiming he wanted to see how long you both could go unnoticed, he also opted to buy a camcorder to track your happy moments. It was more of a nostalgia thing. (Even while you're pregnant he’s still dramatic.)

By the time you were breaching your second trimester a lot of things changed, for worse and better, the spare room in your house was converted into a full baby room, all constructed by gojo himself since he was terrified of you getting injured. The baby room was filled with expensive baby materials and toys, “Satoru.. are you sure this isn’t too much?” You stared at the room in disbelief, your hand stroking your bump, He grunted, placing a heavy box with more materials down, “What? Think I can go bigger?” He winked and opened the package.

“We don’t even know the gender yet? you yelled walking down the hallway to lay down.

Everyone in Satoru’s life knew something was up, he walked with more pep in his step and glowed even more than he already was.

“So does anyone know what’s up with Gojo-sensei?” Yuji questioned sitting on his bed, Kugusaki and Megumi on the floor visibly not listening. “Don’t know, don’t really care either.” Megumi deadpanned which earned a grin from Kugisaki, “Not sure Yuuji, have you tried asking his wife?” she asked, peering from her phone. “She hasn’t been around here in like months!” The pink haired boy exclaimed failing to connect the dots but Megumi did for him.

“Maybe she’s expecting.” He shrugged it off going back to type on his phone, “What?! You mean they-they-“ yuuji stuttered.

“Yuuji they are adults, plus it would make sense right after the holidays too. So she’d be about.."Kugisaki counted in her head, “second trimester?”

“You guys are taking this a little too well?!” Yuuji exclaimed, “oh Kugisaki and I made our own theory a few weeks ago-“

“And you didn’t tell me?!-“

Later that day you had a teary eyed pink haired teenager yapping at the door about how you didn’t tell him sooner.

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morfiveuscxo · 6 months

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FINGERTIPS, ryomen sukuna

ryomen sukuna x fem!!witch!!reader some satoru gojo x platonic!!fem!!witch!!reader summary: Yuji Itaduri seemed to have a hold over Ryomen Sukuna and it appeared that no one had to worry about the king of curses randomly coming out. That is until the king of curses recognises a particular someone. tw!! swearing, violence, gore(ish), depression mentions? notes: manga got spoiled for me, if you need me I'll be crying in the fetal position in my bed.

Sun barely peeked through the blinds on y/n's window in her room. She didn't move from her fetal position on the mattress, not for anything, not even when a loud knock sounded on the door.

She would recognise the childish knock-knock rhythm anywhere. --"y/n? hello?~"Came the voice of her sensei, Satoru Gojo. A sigh passed her lips as she turned her face fully onto the pillow below her head.

"Go away Gojo."She groaned out. Which, of course, didn't drive the tall man away. The click of her door opening doesn't even persuade her to lift her face to look at her mentor.

Gojo took a couple of steps towards her bed, hands in his pockets. He lets out a low whistle at the sight of her. --"You look like shit."He comments.

Now that made y/n turn her head to the side, green eyes glaring up at Gojo. --"Are you trying to have me throw something at you?"She grumbled which only made him grin in response.

"You'd never throw something at you're favourite sensei!!"He points out with a wide grin. She raised a lazy eyebrow. --"What makes you think you're my favourite?"

"You didn't throw something at me the second I walked into the room."

He got her there. For the past two hours, y/n had been throwing things at anyone who dared to disturb her. Megumi wants to make sure she's okay? a stuffed animal is getting hurled at him. Panda wants to make sure she's not just laying in her bed sulking? a book is getting chucked his way.

Everyone had, had some form of object thrown at them. Except Gojo. Sure, Gojo is her mentor and her sensei but there was a much deeper connection between them. They met and something just seemed to click. He's the person she always goes to if she has a problem. Which only caused the strongest to worry when she didn't come to him this time with her grievances.

A short sigh leaves her lips as she turns her head the other way against the pillow so she was facing away from him. --"Just go away, Gojo."She mumbled.

He hummed a no and walked over to sit at the edge of her bed- making the matress dip. --"Y'know this could be a good thing."He spoke after a moment of silence.

Her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. --"How the fuck could this be a good thing?"She grumbled, arms tightening around the pillow she was cuddling.

Gojo scoffed almost like her question was a stupid one. --"y/n he protected you."He reminded her, raising an eyebrow.

"As far as we were aware, Ryomen Sukuna didn't care about anyone but himself but that changed yesterday..."

24 hours earlier...

"Yuuji you're going to make yourself sick..."y/n scrunched her nose up as she watched her pink-haired friend try to stuff numerous marshmallows into his mouth.

She, Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara were in town doing some shopping and stopped to take a break on a set of stairs. Nobora had bet Yuuji that he couldn't fit 15 marshmallows into his mouth without swallowing so naturally, Yuuji took the bait.

So far he had managed to stuff 9 into his mouth without swallowing and he was making quite the spectacle of it- already boasting to the group despite not reaching the limit yet.

y/n sighs and rests a hand against her forehead. She loved spending time with her friends with all of her heart but recently her social battery has been reduced to only having human contact for maybe an hour and a half. She guessed it was due to her recent depressive episodes.

She had greatly surpassed her social limit.

Finally, Yuuji managed to stuff the other 6 marshmallows into his mouth (somehow), sporting a wide victorious grin on his face as he instantly bit down on the fluffy white sweets.

Nobora groaned, fishing out some money from her purse to hand to both Megumi and Yuuji. --"Should have bet higher."She grumbled to herself as Yuuji basked in his victory.

Suddenly a wave of discomfort flooded y/n's whole being. Her eyebrows drew together as she sat up straighter and glanced around. It appeared she wasn't the only one to experience the discomfort- all three of the sorcerers were now on high alert as they glanced around with her.

Standing from her seat, y/n slowly turned her head to the side and locked gazes with one hell of a curse in an alley way. This was most definitely a special grade curse.

Her green eyes go wide as she watched the curse feast on what looked to be a group of teenage girls in the depths of the alleyway. She swallows uneasily and glances over to Megumi who had already pulled out his phone.

"Call Gojo."

Megumi was already on it but pulled his phone away from his ear seconds later with an irritated grumble falling from his lips. --"He's not answering."

A sigh leaves her lips, shoulders slumping. --"Fine."She mumbled. The group watched as she shut her eyes and lifted her hands up at either side of her head. --"Guess I'll do it the hard way..."

y/n isn't technically a Jujutsu sorcerer. She's a witch. The only witch actually. In fact, had she grown up around some testy characters she could have probably caused quite some trouble for Gojo.

She could rival the strongest if she ever had a change of heart.

Fortunately, that won't ever happen. Even if she did have a change of heart, she loved Gojo too much to actually cause him harm.

Not to mention she is far from her full potential in terms of magical ability. She's nearly 18- a witch back in the golden ages of Jutjutsu would have reached their full potential when they hit 12. But since y/n is the only remaining witch on earth she has no one to show her the ropes.

Sorcery is way too different to witchcraft so Gojo's no help in that sense.

But y/n doesn't mind. She would much rather take things at her own pace.

Yuuji watched as y/n started chanting something under her breath- palms turning a dark purple. The boy always felt entranced when she was using her witchcraft- not to mention he would go quiet whenever she would use it. So he was thankful for her abilities in a way.

Her eyes then snap open- her usual her green irises shone a dark purple. The group watched as every civilian in the area suddenly stopped walking for a moment before clearing the area, leaving the group alone with the curse in the alley.

She didn't usually use her magic to do that sort of thing but desperate times cause for desperate measures. The second the area was clear- her eyes dusted back to her bright green and she collapsed to her knees- completely drained.

Using powerful spells like that drains her rapidly and in some cases renders her completely useless in some fights. Yuuji springs to his feet to walk over and check she's okay.

She only lets out a grumble and lifts a hand to signal she's fine. Groaning, she stands back to her feet, legs shaky. Sighing, she glances over to the alley where the curse seemed to be finishing up it's 'meal'.

"Shall we?"She grumbled.

And that they did. Around five minutes into the fight and all three of them were exhausted. y/n more than the other three due to her previous exhaustion from spellcasting.

Yuuji had landed two black flashes onto the creature, Megumi's shikigami had attacked the visible weak parts and Nobara had been attempting to use her straw doll technique (to no avail) but nothing appeared to be working.

Megumi and Nobara went sailing past y/n and into the wall with a grunt. The creature snapped it's hungry attention to her. y/n may be one of the most powerful beings in the world right now but she's always at a disadvantage when facing curses.

Due to her witchy blood, her scent is strong and incredibly attractive towards curses. Swallowing her whole was a constant on a curses mind the second they would catch a whiff of her scent. Her blood was something that every curse craved.

Her green eyes widened and she lifted her hands to prepare to throw a purple blow at the creature. However, her limbs were failing on her. A loud gasp passes her lips as she collapses to her knees again out of exhaustion.

Yuuji, seeing what was going to happen, went back onto the attack- hoping to buy y/n sometime so she could build some strength and exorcise the curse.

But Yuuji was always sent flying backwards. y/n groaned, snapping her head up with gritted teeth as the creature stalked towards her- teeth baring as it licked its lips.

With shaky hands, she lifts them- purple aura dancing between her fingers. However, the creature quickly snatched her up in its claws- the magic instantly disappearing.

A gasp leaves her lips- teeth clenching together as she struggles against its grip. She felt utterly pathetic. Was this seriously how she was going to die? all because she was too tired to fight back?

She didn't have much more time to chastise herself before the creature suddenly let out a large yell of...pain? Her eyebrows pull together as she is suddenly tossed to the ground.

Landing on the palms of her hands, she watches as the creature falls forward- collapsing at her feet. And behind the creature stood Yuuji. Except it wasn't Yuuji.

It was Ryomen Sukuna.

She wasn't sure how she knew, she just did. The creature sprang right back to its feet- suddenly not caring about y/n and only on the pink-haired youth.

"Still standing?"A voice mocked. Now she knew it wasn't Yuuji. She flinched at the gravelly voice, scurrying back until her back hit the wall.

And she watched Sukuna completely destroy the curse. He practically tore the thing inside out. y/n flinched as some of the curse's blood splashed back onto her.

The body collapses. And in the end it's just y/n and Sukuna. Megumi and Nobara were still knocked out from previously being thrown into a wall and Yuuji had no control over his own body at this particular moment.

She pants through gritted teeth lifting her hands to cast some form of defensive curse in such case that Sukuna attacked her. But he didn't. She thought he was going to when he walked closer to her.

But he didn't.

He simply kneeled in front of her. Her heart thudded in her chest as their eyes met. It was Yuuji's body but she felt incredibly uneasy under his gaze. She swallows- still attempting to perform some form of spell on the king of curses.

However, he quickly clamps a hand over her wrist causing her to hiss- the spell instantly stopping. He never took his gaze away from hers, never looked away from her fearful eyes.

With one hand on her wrist- he lifts the other to rest against her cheek causing her to flinch back. She was close to hyperventilating but she refused to do so. Not in front of the king of curses.

"Nothing will ever touch you as long as I'm here."He spoke in a distant voice. Almost as though he forgot he was even talking to her and not just talking in his mind.

His hand caressed her cheek as a softness takes over his features and then in an instant he was gone. The pink-haired boy blinked rapidly and she suddenly knew that it was Yuuji looking at her and not Sukuna.

His eyebrows furrow when noticing where his hands where- his cheeks instantly going red as he scurried back.

"heh- sorry."He mumbled. He then took notice of the very dead curse a few feet away from them.

"What happened?"

Present time...

y/n sighed, turning her head to face Gojo again. --"It was probably just a one-time thing..."She mumbled. The white-haired sorcerer only snorted in response.

"One-time thing or not- we may have found Sukuna's weakness."He spoke, nodding towards her. Her green eyes roll to the side at his words.

"You're being a bit dramatic now."She mumbled, finally sitting up. her back meeting the headboard. Gojo grins and shrugs his shoulders.

"I try."

She hums softly in response and glances to the side. --"Do you think Sukuna would speak to you?"He asked her and she instantly shook her head.

"Even if he would. I don't want to."She told him. Her voice incredibly stern. Gojo is silent for a moment but nodded his head eventually.

He wasn't going to push her on this. Not yet at least.

A few tense seconds pass before he stands to his feet, fitting his hands into his pockets. --"Hey squirt?"He spoke as he walked towards her door again.

She hated the nickname but still glanced over at him.

"You know you can come to me if something's bothering you."He mumbled and she nodded her head with a faint smile on her face.

"I know, 'toru."She told him.

He cleared his throat and nodded, walking back towards her door- pulling it open swiftly- but before he could quickly disappear- she calls out his name.

He glances back over towards her.

"Love you."She simply said. Gojo seemed to pause for a moment before nodding his head. --"Love you too."

And then he was gone.

She relaxes the second her door shuts. She slides down onto her mattress fully, sighing deeply. She hadn't slept properly since yesterday. She kept replaying the events over and over again.

Why had he protected her? Wouldn't it make things easier on Sukuna if she was dead? that's one half of his problems gone, right? she's practically on par with Gojo in terms of power so surely having two of them alive wouldn't be beneficial to him.

So why had he protected her? Not just that though, what did he mean by 'nothing will ever touch you as long as I'm here'? Why had he touched her face with such care?

Her mind was swarming with questions and before she even knew it- her eyelids had fallen shut and she was in a deep sleep.

However, it felt as though the second her eyes were shut they were open again.

It appeared as though she was no longer in her bedroom. Her eyebrows pull together as she sits up. Big green eyes dart around the space.

All she could see was red. She squints and staggers to her feet. And that was when she noticed that she was standing in some form of liquid. Glancing down she staggers back in fear.

Is this....blood?

"Gojo if this is you it isn't funny..."She mumbles to herself as she glances around. But all she could see for miles was red. With a shaky breath she glances around again- hoping to see any signs of another human being.

"Gojo?"She calls out his name in hopes of a laugh in return. Gojo pulled pranks on her all of the time...though she wasn't sure if even he would go this far for a prank.

"Not quite."

She flinched back in surprise at the deep voice that seemed to echo in her brain. With wide eyes, she spins around- looking for the source of the voice.

But she never questioned who the voice belonged to. She would never forget his voice.

"Sukuna..."She whispered out in horror.

A low chuckle echoes around the room sending a shiver down her spine. His voice could be heard but she still couldn't see him. Though she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"my wife..."His voice echoes again and she flinches back, pupils small as she darts her eyes everywhere- searching for the form of Sukuna.

She needed to see him.

And then, as she took a fearful step back- she bumped into something or rather...someone. Her eyes go wide and an arm wraps around her waist from behind.

She is pushed back into what she assumes is his chest. Fingers press to her jaw as her head is forced to the side so she could look up at him.

Her heart stopped when their gazes met. An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach Yuuji's form stared at her- yet it was Sukuna's hungry eyes that were taking her in.

Her breath stuttered as his fingertips danced from her jaw up to the side of her head- tucking a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear.

And then he leaned in close- her head fully tipped back as their noses brushed. He grinned maniacally.

"We're finally together again..."He whispers before crashing his lips onto hers with a lust-filled fury.

She wasn't sure if she had anticipated this or not but either way she didn't react in the way she thought she would. She didn't push him away like her brain was begging her to. No, something about this felt oddly right.

It felt oddly familiar.

His hand moved to caress her jaw fully whilst his other arm stayed wrapped around the back of her waist- her back pressed tightly against his chest. He didn't plan on letting her go anytime soon.

Heart thudding, she felt herself lift a hand to hesitantly rest on his jaw- though it wasn't a full embrace. Instead, it was just the tips of her fingers resting on his jaw.

Why am I kissing him back? And why does it feel so right? Her brain was yet again on overload with tons of questions. His wife? Together again?

And of course, Sukuna knew that the girl would be filled with questions but he couldn't bring himself to care at this moment and time. So instead he continued to kiss her.

Eventually, his hands moved to her hips so he could twist her around in his arms- their chests now pressed together. Her hands had lifted to fully press against his jaw whilst his had slid to grip her waist tightly.

He held onto her like she would disappear if he didn't. His grip was so firm on her waist that she was certain he would leave bruises on her pale skin. A noise of surprise left her when she felt his sharp nails dig into her waist.

His nails dug into her waist- tearing through the thin pyjama top and breaking the skin almost immediately. But though his nails broke her skin- he never harmed her. If anything the grip was more possessive than anything.

She was sure now that he would leave marks on her. The grip on her waist had her fingers reaching for his hair- gripping onto it tightly like a safety net.

But it felt like the kiss was over much sooner than it started. Sukuna was the first to pull back. Her eyes stayed shut as their lips detached. She was petrified to open her eyes and face the reality that she had just made out with the king of curses, the villain that the sorcerers were trying to prevent from gaining a body.

She had made out with the enemy.

Still, she knew she would have to look at him at some point.

Swallowing thickly, she snapped open her eyes. But she isn't greeted by the face of Sukuna. Instead, she is greeted by her bedroom roof.

Her eyebrows pull together and she instantly lifts herself up into a sitting position- glancing around her dark bedroom as her chest heaved. With anxiety or lust? she wasn't sure.

Had that all been a dream? Surely not. Why would her brain jump to such mad conclusions? but then how could that have happened? it's impossible.

A sharp pain in her side is what breaks her from her thoughts. She hisses and stands to her feet, walking over to her bedroom door to switch on her light.

Gritting her teeth, she lifts her shirt up. She goes pale when catching sight of the dark marks that litter her sides. There were five separate fresh puncture marks on either side of her waist- like someone had been gripping it.

She swallowed uneasily and lifted a hand to brush her fingers over her lips. Guess it wasn't a dream then...

notes: if Sukuna seemed out of character I'm so sorry- uhhh part 2?

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dilxcc · 1 month

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chapter eight

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, this chapter contained some suggestive stuff, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

a/n sorry if this chapter is short 😭 i promise the next chapter will have fluff (they might made up) ALSO I MADE A PLAYLIST FOR THIS BOOK FJKHASJHDHA

previous chapter

the old satoru wouldn't believe it. he wouldn't believe the fact that he had kissed you and pulled away almost immediately, saying that it was a mistake.

he left you heartbroken despite you finally giving in to him. your hand was quick to catch his hand. "what do you mean this was a mistake?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. "it was a mistake. you don't have to worry. it's not your fault," satoru explained quickly, not once turning around to meet your eyes.

the grip you had on his wrist loosened and he took it as a sign to leave. "yuuji is alive," was the last thing you heard from him.

you thought that after what he had said, he would act the way he had always act with you. but you were wrong. the thing that you're most afraid of had happened again. it had repeated it's history.

you could only push aside your personal feelings even when the two of you walked passed the hallway and act like a stranger. you were sure that fushiguro and kugisaki were confused as to why the satoru gojo hadn't been clinging onto you for the whole day just yet.

"miss, did you have a fight with gojo-sensei?" the girl asked. "you kids just focus on getting strong. this is nothing you have to worry yourselves about," you quickly brushed away her question.

you can't believe how in love you are to the point that you would cry every night before bed despite saying that you were fine to shoko. and if you're given a chance, you would like to at least slap his face once. just to let him know your pain.

satoru felt his heart clench at the sight of you. how it sped up every time you walked past him. how did you ever get more beautiful than before? or was it that you've always been this beautiful but it was just him who didn't realize it?

he regretted kissing you that day. it wasn't that he didn't enjoy it. hell, he wished he could kiss you forever. but he was afraid. the satoru gojo was afraid that he would be too greedy and only want you to himself. he was afraid that you might change your mind and that resulted in his heart breaking. was it really wrong that he was trying to protect his heart despite how badly his decisions hurt him?

the face you made when he said the kiss was a mistake - he didn't even have to look to know how much it had hurt you too. so why was he still running away? why was he so afraid of the love that you would gladly give him if he let you?

he snapped out of his train of thought, hands still shoved in his pocket as he walked into the pastry shop. every time he sets his eyes on a pastry, he thought to himself, would you like it if he bought you this?

satoru started walking mindlessly, going into multiple shops and coming out empty-handed. though at one particular shop, he went inside and stopped for once. it was the shop where the two of you used to hang out with suguru and shoko during high school. he smiled to himself, remembering how you, him and suguru would get in trouble for skipping school while shoko didn't join you because she for one, doesn't need any more trouble in her life.

his smile dropped once again and he left the store, walking mindlessly down the street again. his eyes landed on a flower shop and smiled slightly at how you reminded him of roses. how beautiful you are yet dangerous when not held carefully.

if he were to be born again after he died, he wished to not hurt you - to not make you cry and make you happy instead. he hoped that it wasn't too much of him to ask - that it wasn't selfish of him to ask for that.

"satoru, do you ever think of love?" you asked randomly, your eyes focused on the book you were reading. the white-haired male pretended to have pondered on your question. it was obvious to himself that he thinks of it every day, every hours, every minutes and every seconds. it was getting embarrassingly pathetic at how much he was thinking of you.

he had thought that you were a form of love in his eyes. "yeah. why do you ask?"

"well, i wondered if we're ever going to get married since we're..." you trailed off. "we're bound to die early," you smiled. "die early?" satoru scoffed. "you're not going to die early. i'm here," he said. it was short and simple. but his words put your heart at ease. "and i will be seeing you get married," he smirked.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "no way. you'll ruin my wedding," you said playfully, nudging his side. "i'll let you ruin mine," he smiled softly. "what's this? the satoru gojo is thinking about marriage?" you said in a teasing tone, your eyebrows slightly raised at the revelation. he shrugged his shoulder, brushing away your teasings. "everyone thought about it at one point, i'm sure,"

"then if you ever have any kids, i will make sure to tell them how uncool you actually are," you stuck out your tongue at him mischievously.

a single tear managed to slip down his cheek. he was surprised. he hadn't shed a single tear ever since the death of his dear best friend. it spoke volumes at how much you meant to him.

he quickly wipes away his tears, clearing his throat before letting his feet wander on their own.

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voxofthevoid · 2 months

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Time for Shibuya Swap Wednesday #5!

Good news: Part 1 is finished. Bad news: That alone was 44k.

Sure, Parts 2 to 4 won't be as long, but at this point, I have no clue how big the fic will be. Last week, I tentatively predicted it would probably end with less than 10 chapters. That's, uh, not gonna be the case. I give up.

Onto Part 2, featuring alt!Satoru/canon!Yuuji!

Yuuji’s foot slams into the tracks—

I’ll save you, Gojou-sensei.

—and goes right through, the ground under him vanishing.

He plunges into darkness, the whole world blinking out. There’s a dizzying rush of sensation, sight and smell and sound all merging into a single, screaming mass, and then Yuuji’s prone on a hardwood floor, unharmed but stunned.

His body refuses to move, but his mind’s running a mile a minute, trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. He was at the station, leaving Mei Mei and her little brother to fight so he could let the others know what had happened to Gojou, and then—

It wasn’t unfamiliar, the way the world twisted into nonsense around him. Yuuji felt that a lot in the last few months, especially in those days his teacher was his only company. Gojou liked to warp Yuuji to places without warning him, and Yuuji got used to it, learning to land on his feet without needing Gojou to support him, but that first shock of vertigo never really went away, made bearable only by the familiar, prickling cursed energy ballooning out from Gojou’s touch to envelop his whole body. It kinda felt like a hug, lingering on Yuuji’s skin for several seconds after the landing.

But what just happened is different. The sense of violent displacement is the same, but there’s no foreign cursed energy cloaking him, and there was something…unsettling about the way he was moved. It didn’t feel like he was teleporting somewhere, but like he fell through the fabric of the world.

That’s stupid, right?

Yuuji’s trying to make his body cooperate when he hears it—a high, insistent noise, close but muffled. And Yuuji’s seen enough movies to recognize the sound of someone trying to yell through a gag.

There’s someone here, someone hurt.

That gives him the spark needed to force his leaden limbs to move. Palms flat on the floor, one leg bent. His joints take his weight without protesting. Nothing hurts, but there’s a strange numbness everywhere. The more Yuuji moves, the more it retreats, like his body’s coming alive piece by piece.

He pushes himself up on all fours, looking in the direction of the voice—

“Gojou…sensei?”

That guy—Mechamaru—said Gojou’s been sealed.

Yuuji was imagining…well, he didn’t really get time to imagine much, but he realizes now that he had an image of something eerie and ancient, like that dimly lit, seal-papered room he woke up in after he swallowing the first finger. Something like a movie except distressingly real, like most things in this world are.

This isn’t that. This is—

Gojou’s gagged, sure, but it’s a bright red ball secured to his face with black straps. He’s on a bed. A large, plush bed with gleaming black sheets that seem to make Gojou’s pale skin glow.

And there’s a lot of skin showing. All of it. Gojou’s naked.

He’s lying in a really weird position, arms stretched behind him and his chin propped on the mattress, but Yuuji can still see his bare shoulders and back. He can see the bare ass sticking up in the air. Gojou’s very, very naked.

On a bed, gagged and bound. Not sealed in a station.

Yuuji blinks, hard enough that his vision’s blurred when he opens his eyes.

Nothing’s changed.

“Gojou-sensei?” Yuuji calls weakly.

There’s a sudden, loud silence, and Yuuji abruptly realizes that Gojou was making muffled noises this entire time, his jaw working uselessly around that thick gag. The dark straps seem to be digging into his skin, stretching from the corners of his mouth to the back of his neck. It doesn’t look comfortable. The way Gojou’s lying, his chin and shoulders supporting the bulk of his weight, doesn’t seem comfortable either.

And the bright blue eyes boring into Yuuji are even louder than the noises Gojou was making.

Right. Yuuji needs to—

He staggers to his feet. The numbness is all gone now, but Yuuji still stumbles when he walks, a whole other kind of shock weakening his limbs. He still makes it to the bed in a matter of seconds, scanning the rest of his surroundings in that short time. It’s half deliberate, training and habit kicking in, but it’s half desperate too; Yuuji can’t bring himself to look at Gojou and his exposed…everything.

It’s not good, right? A person trapped like this, kept like this. It’s not good.

Yuuji just can’t reconcile that logic to the fact that this is Gojou.

But he can’t keep looking away once he’s near the bed.

Gojou’s still in the same position, now looking up at Yuuji. His face looks sharper like this, cuttingly angular. His eyes are somehow brighter, seeming to glow under snow-pale lashes. For a moment, Yuuji just stares, his vision filling up with the blue of those eyes and the white of those lashes.

Gojou makes another noise, snapping Yuuji out of it. He jolts in place, dropping to his knees so he’s at level with Gojou’s face.

“I’ll help you, sensei,” Yuuji tells him, surprised and relieved when his voice comes out even. “Let me just…”

He has to touch Gojou, no way around it, and Yuuji’s done that plenty, but not in a situation like this. But he steels himself and reaches out, wincing at how his arms tremble. He tries not to touch Gojou’s skin as he fumbles with the gag’s buckle. It’s nothing complicated, just like a belt buckle, but Yuuji keeps fumbling, and it’s not until he delicately extracts the prong, still careful not to let the insides of his arms brush Gojou’s face, that he realizes he could’ve just snapped the thing.

And then the gag’s loose, the straps falling away from the sides of Gojou’s face.

Gojou spits the gag out.

“What,” he rasps, “the fuck happened to you?”

The swearing catches Yuuji off guard. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard Gojou swear; he even chided Yuuji a few times for it, except it always sounded like a joke, as if Gojou was just playing the part of the teacher.

Then everything else hits—the voice, the face.

Gojou looks eerily young with his face bared. Yuuji knows that. He even said it once, mouth moving before his mind could catch up with it, but Gojou just preened like a peacock, tossing his hair and crowing something about not even needing a skincare routine.

He looks young, but young the way some adults do.

This guy looks like he’s Yuuji’s age.

It’s a good thing he’s already on his knees or he’d have collapsed.

“What happened to you?” Yuuji echoes in pure confusion. “Sensei, you’ve…shrunk.”

“Did you hit your head or something?” Gojou retorts. “Sensei, you’ve shrunk.”

“Eh?”

Gojou grunts, straightening up in a heaving motion. There’s a ripple of muscle.

Yuuji doesn’t look away in time.

There aren’t any more straps on Gojou, though Yuuji got a clear look at his arms earlier and saw they were bound at his back with a pair of black handcuffs—not the steel kind the police use but comfortable-looking things, sleek and padded. His chest is bare, just a little flushed. It’s also smaller.

Yuuji’s seen Gojou shirtless a few times in the aftermath of sparring matches. He didn’t need to strip off torn, bloody clothes the way Yuuji often did after a spar or a mission, but he’d work up a sweat sometimes, engaging Yuuji until he was an exhausted puddle on the ground. Even then, Gojou wouldn’t have more than a thin sheen of sweat on him, and all the times he even bothered stripping, it was to take a dip in the large river that ran beside one of their usual sparring spots.

Yuuji stopped finding everything about Gojou unfair after the first week, but he still couldn’t help staring when Gojou stripped. There was just so much of him, more than his uniform showed. A broad chest with swollen pecs, biceps nearly the size of Yuuji’s head, a tapered waist taut with muscle, hipbones you could cut yourself on—just a lot.

This Gojou doesn’t have that bulk. He’s still muscled, complete with a six-pack, but there’s so much less of him all over.

But that isn’t what’s fucking with Yuuji. Gojou’s naked. His thighs are fully exposed—the space between them too. And instead of a cock, there’s a steel contraption that makes Yuuji’s balls shrivel to look at.

Rings, Yuuji registers after a long moment of mindless staring. Those are metal rings around Gojou’s soft cock, with thin bars caging even the head. A larger circle is wound around it and his balls both.

There’s a lock.

Yuuji stares at that for a long moment, caught off guard by how innocuous it looks. He’s seen locks like that a hundred times, on suitcases and even that one diary his grandfather kept, the key lost but the lock left untouched in Yuuji’s room at the dorms. It feels strange to see it flush to a plump pink cock. But he can’t not look at the rest of the spectacle, squirming in place as he takes in the metal circles one by one.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” he blurts out.

“Yeah,” Gojou says, and Yuuji thinks it’s an answer to his question until he adds, “you’re definitely not my Yuuji. But you’re still a goddamn pervert, so I guess you are Yuuji.”

#goyuu #jjk snippets #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #wip wednesday #my fic #fic: how the story changes #divider credit: saradika-graphics

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sanjithesimp · 1 year

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♡ secrets ft. itadori yuuji ♡

a/n: idk where this idea came from but i might do a second part hehe.

w.c: 889 words

warnings*: nsfw (minors DNI).(all characters are aged up). cheating. unprotected sex. masturbation. fingering. alcohol mention.*

summary: you were taking a hot shower after a long day of exorcizing curses, you felt your muscles relax and you let your mind drift. some flashbacks came to your mind, from a few months ago. when megumi was on a mission, when it all started…

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you were taking a hot shower after a long day of exorcizing curses, you felt your muscles relax and you let your mind drift. some flashbacks came to your mind, from a few months ago. when megumi was on a mission, when it all started…

yuuji and you were a few of the students that stayed behind. you both were alone and you were missing megumi more than ever. you knew it shouldn’t have happened but it did.

it was a cold night, after a mission you decided to go and get a few drinks, and even though you could handle alcohol, this time it was a bit more than the usual. yuuji was drunk too so you decided to go back together to your rooms.

if only you hadn’t had the last couple of shots…you walked and tripped until you finally were back at the school. you prayed that sensei yaga or someone saw you both in that state.

“stay” you whispered, as yuuji was helping you inside your room.

“it’s late, you should get some sleep” he said, as tucked you in your bed but you tugged his arm.

“please..stay” you insisted, even though you would probably regret it later.

you knew yuuji had a thing for you since the day they went to harajuku’s station to pick you up. you would never admit it out loud but you also liked him since you saw him that day. but once you really got to know megumi, you fell in love with him and after a few months you started dating. your feelings for yuuji faded away.

but right now, in the state you were, those feelings came back. and you couldn’t hide them anymore.

as yuuji laid beside you, you turned to face him and without hesitation you started kissing him. his arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, he dreamed about this so many times but it was so wrong, in so many ways. you were his best friend’s girlfriend, and you were making out in megumi’s room, but he couldn’t deny how much he wanted this to happen.

you started taking off each others clothes, until there was no fabric in between you. he admired your body for a moment, taking it all in and memorizing every inch of your skin, taking in your warmth.

“what are you waiting for?” you asked him as his eyes were wide open, you giggled as he kept on looking at you. you were still very drunk and needy, so you couldn’t wait any longer.

and within seconds, yuuji had changed positions by him being on top of you. “are you sure you want to do this?” he asked you as you both knew what it implied, but at this point you didn’t care. you just needed him to fuck you and make you forget all about megumi being far away.

his kisses were soft, as his hands roamed through your body, taking a handful of your ass while the other one pinched your nipple. cute moans and whimpers escaped your mouth, making yuuji impossibly harder than he already was, you could feel his cock pressing against your cunt.

“aren’t you going to stick it in?” yuuji smirked at how bold you were, never hiding how horny you were. he wanted to fuck you, but not just yet, he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could.

“not just yet…you aren’t ready for it” then you took a peak at his cock, it was indeed bigger than you expected, making you audibly gasp just by the thought of being filled with it.

his fingers slipped inside of you, you were already wet, he groaned at how tight your walls were around his thick fingers. he pumped them in and out of you, the squelching sounds as well as your moans were music to yuuji’s ears.

your slick was running down your thighs all the way to the messy sheets, you were almost too close to your orgasm and he hadn’t even slipped his cock inside you. it was heaven, it was even better that what you had imagined.

“yu- fuck me..right now” you whispered in his ear, your nails clawing at his back. once he heard those words there was no turning back, it was as if something had switched inside him.

“spit on it” he said, and you did so. he then pumped his cock a few times before slipping it inside you, until every inch of him filled you up completely. his tip pressing your g-spot every time he thrusted in and out of you…

he made you cum so many times that you had lost count, and your legs gave out. all those times you sneaked into his room after classes, all those nights you fucked on the beach and swore this would be your little secret.

you heard some steps approaching to the shower, you had caught yuuji a few times watching you as you took a shower so you started to touch yourself.

“are you going to just stand there and do nothing, or come fuck me right now…” you say as you continued rubbing your sensitive clit, your back arching as you slipped your fingers deeper inside you. you moaned softly.

“babe, i’m back” you jumped, hearing megumi’s voice.

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thiccweebtrash · 2 years

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The King and You Being Sick

((A/n: I meant to post this sooner however my little man is getting his molars in, so any parents reading this you can already imagine my week. If you aren't a parent, imagine having a constant non stop screaming angry yuuji clinging to your leg all day 🤣🤣))

"Yep, you definitely have a fever, (y/n)." Gojo said while examining the thermometer. "Pretty high too." He turned it toward you, and it read 101.4. You let out a few coughs and groaned. You had tried to ignore it for the past few days you were sick, but due to your stubbornness you were now bed ridden and barley had a voice left from all the coughing fits you had. Your body was sore and when you would breath your lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Why didn't you say anything earlier?" You're sensei asked, tilting his head to the side. You shrugged, "I didn't wanna inconvenience anyone." You whispered out, being that was the highest your voice would go. From behind Gojo you heard a loud tsk and watched Sukuna lean back in your desk chair. "That's dumb. Now look, your even more of an inconvenience, pathetic."

"You aren't helping, so you should just leave." Gojo smiled at the curse, in return, Sukuna matched his smile, "Oh, is that an order?" His four eyes were dripping with venom, "I don't take orders." The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and you gulped, which threw you into another coughing fit, once more your lungs were burning.

"Did you forget how to breath woman!" Sukuna scoffed, you felt a hand rub at your back until your fit was over. You took in slow and shallow breaths causing you to feel dizzy.

"I'll leave this here, take it when you've calmed down, but you'll be benched until your better." Gojo said, placing a glass of water and medicine on your night stand. "You should get some rest. I'll be sure to tell the others your okay and to leave you be for today." He patted your head and walked toward the door, looking back at Sukuna, "you should probably leave too, wouldn't want the King getting sick." Gojo smiled and left the room, shutting the door behind him, you saw him roll his eyes and cross one set of arms. He muttered something under his breath but you couldn't hear him.

"Why are you here anyway?" You choked out. An annoyed sigh left him, "Don't bother speaking human, I can barely hear you. Its annoying."

You simply nodded.

"And what's it matter, I can do as I please." He answered, standing from the chair and walking over to you. He picked up the bottle of medicine Gojo had left and opened it, spilling a pill onto his hand. You watched him with curious eyes and in a instant you felt the medicine pressed to your lips. Now you were confused, was he... helping you?

"Open." He ordered, you did as told, opening your mouth and taking the medicine into it he then pressed the glass of water to your lips and tilted it so you could take a sip and swallow. You looked up at him and smiled your thanks as he placed the water back on your stand. For a moment you would have sworn you saw a light red shade his ears, but you chalked it up to your imagination being you were sick and tired. He crossed his two sets of arms. "You should feel honored, being taken care of by me. Normally I'd just kill the weak." He huffed and pulled your chair toward him, taking a seat beside you. "Now lay down and sleep."

He watched as you did as he said, your small and weak figure cuddling up under the blankets and closing your eyes. He reached a hand out, lightly placing it on your side, his thumb rubbing small circles, causing you to sink into a more relaxed sleep. "Get better soon, little one." He whispered.

Even long after the sun had set, he still remained in your dorm, watching over you his hand was now clutched by your smaller ones and pressed to your forhead, his cool skin acting as a rag to help with your fever. There was a soft look on his face that if anyone were to walk in and see you two, he would instsntly cut then in half so there was no witness that the King of Curses, Sukuna himself, did in fact have a soft spot for you.

#sukuna x reader #soft sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #fanficion #jjk fluff #fluff #jujutsu sukuna #sukuna

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deaddovedecadence · 11 months

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It’s all for you

Summery:

I wanted to ask the two of you if you’d be willing to date me,” Everything seems to flash before your eyes, every interaction, everything you’ve done with the man, and you wonder if this was inevitable when you agreed to date Yuuji.

Or you are dating Itadori Yuuji and everything’s great, only there’s something wrong with Itadori’s best friend, Fushiguro

Warning(s): general yandere shit, manipulative megumi to the max, pg-13

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“I love you,” he says and the world implodes into color. You’ve been in love with Itadori Yuuji for heaven knows how long now and suddenly, he’s standing in front of you with a brilliant smile on his face, confessing that he loves you too. Your heart beats a rapid pattern in your chest, a too fast thump of joy.

There are a million reasons, countless reasons that you’re in love with Itadori Yuuji but the main ones are simple. He’s so kind, so warm to everyone even the curse that lives in his head, and it warms your heart to see it. He also makes you laugh, not a polite laugh but a real genuine bursting out of your stomach laugh. However, the main reason that you’re so attracted to him is the simple fact that he is good, good in a way that this society does not like and yet he has not been crushed, in fact everything that he has been through seems to make him stronger, better, more kind. You have been in love with Itadori Yuuji since your first day at jujitsu tech, and the very ideas of him loving you back is magical, and makes you so very fucking happy.

“Do you not like me back?” He says softly, all anxiety and nerves., brilliant smile leaving his face only to be replaced by something somber and scared. You smile at him, so very softly because that isn’t it at all, you just got stuck in your own thoughts as you’re so prone to do. “Of course I like you Yuuji, I just was thinking,” it’s not a lie not you don’t really want to explain that you were thinking about all of the reasons that you like him. He smiles, big and wide and you remember another reason that you became so infatuated with that man so easily, his amazing smile and his incredible muscles. You are in love with Itadori Yuuji and you've been for a long time, “Would you like to go out with me?” You murmur softly, looking anywhere but him. He rushes you, easily picking you up and joyfully kissing you all over. “I would love that,” he says and your lips come together under the moonlight

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You’ve been dating Yuuji for about two weeks now and it’s getting better everyday. He’s always cooking for the both of you, making sure that you eat before training, or missions or even if you’re just going out on the town with Nobara. He gives you kisses in the morning and before bed even though it makes Nobara fake hurl in the background, and sends you cat videos whenever you’re working with Ieiri-sensei. You could not have gotten a better boyfriend if you’d designed one yourself. Only, there’s one tiny problem, and it’s name is Fushiguro Megumi. You can’t exactly put a finger on what’s wrong with Megumi, it’s just that he makes you uncomfortable in the same way that Gojou does, maybe because of the fact that they seem almost immune to your ability to sing anything to sleep, or maybe it’s because they both have cruel piercing eyes that seem to follow your boyfriend everywhere. You’ve tried bringing it up to Yuuji before but he dismissed it easily, telling you that Megumi and Sensei are just scared of losing people and they look at everyone that way. you’ve been shaking off your worries ever since but sometimes like today they rear their ugly heads.

It’s movie night and all of the first years (plus Sukuna) are gathering to watch movies and just enjoy the time that you have with each other. This world does not let anyone live very long after all and you want to enjoy the time that you have while you have it. You walk into the living room, holding treats or all sorts, a greeting on your lips when you take in the room. Nobara in her fashionable loungewear sits in front of the couch, head cast back so that Fushiguro can pet it. This wouldn’t be any problem except for the fact that your boyfriend is literally sitting on Fushiguro’s lap smiling softly as the other works through his hair with the most gentle smile you’ve ever seen on the ten shadow’s user.

“Hey guys,” you say cheerfully, electing to ignore it for now, even if you are weirded out. “Hi babes,” Nobara says lazily, obviously enjoying her head scratches as well. “Hi lo- ugh right there please gumi” Yuuji i say ts, literally tossing his head back into Fushiguro’s hand. “Hey,” Fushiguro greets politely, “I’d offer to work through your hair too but I only have so many hands.”

Before you can tell him that it’s okay and that you would like to have your boyfriend back Nobara pipes up, “You can make shadow clones right gumi?” Without waiting for his answer, Nobara continues on, “you should make one so babes doesn’t get jealous.” You stammer that it doesn’t matter and you’re content just cuddling with your boyfriend but Fushiguro smiles at you, all teeth and says, “I’m happy to help out my favorite hellion.

Before you know it, there’s an exact clone of Megumi leading you to the couch and working its fingers through your hair. You mean to protest but the clone scratches a certain spot and suddenly you’ve gone boneless in the clone’s arms and still his smile, so cruel, stays with you even as you go boneless under the clone’s hands. He is a predator and you are his favorite prey.

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It’s been a few weeks since You’ve been nervous since the incident with Fushiguro and his clones, the way that he just continued on unwavering even as you told him that you didn’t need it, even though you said you were fine with your boyfriend. Although, a nasty little voice in your head reminds you, you never told him no, never said that he couldn’t so isn’t it your fault. You shake the voice away, and do your best to smile in the mirror.

You and Yuuji have a date tonight and that’s a good thing, you’re okay, it’s okay. You start working through your hair and a phantom hand gently scratches your head. You shiver and pull up music on your phone, determined to ignore this. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself, it was only one time. Besides, you have a date tonight and Nobara’s due to come over and help you pick out an outfit. “Hey babes,” she calls almost on cue, “unlock this door on I’m going to kick it open,”

You don’t doubt her and fearing for the safety of your door you immediately run to it, throwing the door wide open. Nobara envelops you in a hug and tugs you over the toe closet, humming at the different options. The first several outfits she pulls out are far too risqué and you aren’t even sure where she got them from but the one after the outfit with a neckline so far down you can see your fucking bellybutton is perfect. Nobara helps you into it and the two of you head to the kitchen to wait for Yuuji.

Yuuji shows up after about five minutes with Fushiguro in tow, the two talking animatedly about something or other. It doesn’t really matter because somehow seeing Yuuji’s face is enough to stop your worries about Fushiguro.

“Are we ready?” He says cheerfully, and you smile and are prepared to nod when yuuji’s words really hit you. ‘We’ He said, like someone other than the two of you are going. “Yuuji I thought we were going on a date.”

Yuuji frowns looking so very sad, “I was hoping that Megumi could come with us. He mentioned wanting to try out the ramen place that we’re going to and he knows the city better than either of us after all.” You feel very small, very scared all of the sudden and you make eye contact with Fushiguro. He looks calm, smug and you remember your earlier thoughts about him. He is a predator and you are his favorite prey.

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“Hey Nobara, I’ve got a question for you.” It’s after training, a quiet moment with you and your best friend. You’re half hanging off of her bed, hair ever so slightly tickling your face and she’s just laying on her bed, her legs over yours. She only has a low lamp on, bathing the room in warm orange light. It’s peaceful, comforting and you hate to ruin the peace but you have a question and you need it answered.

“Yeah babes, what’s up?” She responds, not even bothering to move from her spot on top of you. You shrug as much as you can sitting upside down on her bed.

“Are Yuuji and Fushiguro weird to you, like at all?” Nobara makes a noise of confusion that sounds like it could turn into a noise of fury really quickly so you hurry to elaborate, “I mean, do they ever overstep with you, either of them?” Nobara sucks in her teeth, obviously pretty confused. “I don’t get the question babes, did my boys do something to you?” You pull yourself up, staring right at her, your expression calm in comparison to her concerned one. It shouldn’t matter when she calls Yuuji one of her boys but somehow it still weirds you out a little bit.

“No never, it’s just that sometimes I don’t feel heard around them,” Nobara’s face goes from confused to cold in an instant, like she thinks you’ve somehow done something. “I don’t get the fucking problem. The boys and I have done everything to include you, Megumi included in that. Are we not good enough for you?” She emphasizes Fushiguro’s name as a reminder that he’s asked you to use his first name several times.

Immediately you’re taking her hands, trying to explain that she has it all wrong. “You and the boys have done nothing but welcome me. I’m just being ridiculous.” Nobara gives you a soft, smug smile. “Okay then, now tell me about Yuuji’s dick name, is he any good?”

“Nobara!”

“I’m just asking!”

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It’s been a few days since your ill attempted date with Yuuji and you don’t really know how you’re feeling about it. See on one end of the spectrum, you’re frustrated, angry and all you want to do is scream at your boyfriend until he sees why you’re so upset. He’s been asking you for days why you’re so upset and you don’t even have the words to explain it.

On the other end, you know that your boyfriend is a good soul, and far kinder than you are. Hell, the entire reason that you fell in love with Yuuji is because he’s so kind, so warm to everyone even the curse that lives in his head, and sometimes you know that he’s going to accidentally fuck up. Even though you know that it isn’t your boyfriend’s fault you want to scream, want to yell. Maybe, you think, your boyfriend's lovely arms entering the chat, you should go find him and tell him that you aren’t upset.

You end up finding Yuuji in his bedroom, lying down in such a position that his glorious abs are on display. Immediately you’re pouncing, jumping on him before he has the chance to notice that you’re at the door. He laughs, grabbing you by the waist and kissing you soundly on the lips.

“What’s got you in such a good mood, huh pretty baby?” He asks against your lips, “Do you wanna fool around?” You murmur into his mouth instead of answering the question. He grins at you, easily picking you up and moving you around so that you’re exposed to him completely. Half way through a thorough fingering that has you seeing fucking stars, you ask him where he got so good at this. He actually laughs, the hand not in your coming up to rub at his neck. “Megumi taught me actually.” You startle but that makes his fingers hit your good spot and you moan, again. “What do you mean, oh, Megumi?” You manage to ask in between moans.

“When I told him that I was in love with you he offered to teach me how to fuck correctly. He taught me by fingering and fucking me until I was sobbing and begging him to stop.” The worst part is that you can imagine it. Fushiguro with his long lovely hands making your boyfriend beg for his mercy, and you know that Fushiguro has never had any to give, not even for your lovely boyfriend. You want to see it and at the same time feel uncomfortable with the fact that it was Fushiguro teaching your boyfriend all of these things and not the two of you working together to learn.

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“Ieiri-sensei, I think my boyfriend is in love with Fushiguro,” Your mentor startles so badly that her cigarette drops right out of her mouth, hitting the ground with a sharp sizzle. She just stares at you like you’ve both somehow gone to another dimension or something before sighing heavily, the same sound she makes when she has to deal with Gojou for too long. “Kid,” She starts, lighting up another cigarette and immediately beginning to smoke again,” I literally just had to convince your boy not to sing you a love ballad. I’m pretty fucking sure that he’s in love with you.”

You stare at her, eyes wide open and sad, trying to figure out how to tell her everything that’s happened in the month since you’ve begun dating your boyfriend. “Um, while we were doing less than pg things he told me that he did less than pg things with Fushiguro so he could learn how to do that with me.” Ieiri sensei stares at you for a second, her dead eyed gaze unwavering and suddenly, everything is spilling out of you, “Sometimes it feels like Fushiguro is hunting me and he made a shadow clone to pet my hair before I even had the chance to tell him no and Yuuji keeps inviting him on our dates and Nobara doesn’t even take me serious when I try to tell her. I even told her that I don’t feel heard around them and she just asked me if I didn’t appreciate their friendship.” You pant, completely out of breath from your little panic session even if you do feel better.

“I don’t even know what to say for most of that but I can tell you that there was something similar when I was in school. Gojou and Getou, my best friends, were both in love with Utahime-san so they devised a plan. Getou and her began to date but Gojou invaded almost everything they did. She came to me once but at the time I was so annoyed that she was hurting what I saw as mine that I just dismissed her fears.” You take this in and apply it to your own situation, think about everything that Nobara, Yuuji and Fushiguro have been through together and understand. It’s not that Nobara doesn’t care about you, it’s just that those are the two people that she’s been through everything with and she won’t lose them even for you. “Ieiri-Sensei, if you had to do it all over again, would you make the same choices?” She shrugs, “Probably, now tell me what’s wrong with this corpse.”

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Fresh from your talk with Ieiri-Sensei, you head back to your dorms, only to be intercepted by a very excitable Yuuji, “Come on baby, Megumi has something to tell us.” You’re genuinely curious, not excited at all but definitely curious as to what Fushiguro has to say that makes your boyfriend so excited. The two of you head up together and Yuuji practically shoves you into his bedroom. Fushiguro’s already in there, sitting elegantly on the edge of the bed like he belongs there. “Yuuji, hellion,” he greats, calling you by the nickname that he’s been calling you since he found bashing a curse’s head in with a cursed energy marked baseball back. He recalls the story with a fond tone in his voice but you remember being terrified, feeling weak, feeling like prey for the first time in your life. Sometimes you wonder if he goes it on purpose if it is his nature to be a predator, just like it is Gojou’s. “Do you know why my boyfriend’s acting like a weirdo?” You ask him, trying to act as normally as possible. He nods, gesturing to the bed as if he owns it. Yuuji bounces towards it, literally jumping into Fushiguro’s lap like he belongs there. Your own approach is slowly, more tentative but you sit down all the same.

“I wanted to ask the two of you if you’d be willing to date me,” Everything seems to flash before your eyes, every interaction, everything you’ve done with the man, and you wonder if this was inevitable when you agreed to date Yuuji. You think about, time literally slowing down to you ask you try to decide if it’s worth it to attempt to protest. You knwo that it’s futile know that Yuuji will choose Fushiguro, know that Fushiguro will always get what he wants, ko what you don’t have a choice. Everything narrows down to ‘yes’ and ‘no’, and you know that there is only one real answer.

“If Yuuji’s okay with it, then I accept.” Your boyfriend beams at you, leaning over to gently kiss you, whispering thank you in between every kiss.

This was inevitable but unlike Utahime, at least you were allowed to make the final choice.

#yandere #romantic yandere #jjk #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro #fushiguro x you #itadori x megumi #itadori yuuji #itadori #itafushi #idatori x you #yandere fushiguro megumi #yandere jjk #ieiri shoko #x reader

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reliquiicis-a · 3 months

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ZzZzz [ for fushiguro ? also hiii ]

meme.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Megumi had been dragged away by Gojo early in the morning. Why? He wasn't sure, he didn't bother asking those sorts of questions about Gojo considering he'd never get an actual answer out of the other. In the end though, he did tell him that he wanted him to spend time with Itadori, train with him, and - if he was kind enough - to pick up a few things for his "favorite sensei" while he was out.

Why? Why him? Why all of a sudden? He wasn't sure, but he just wanted to finish what was asked of him as quickly as possible. All he wanted was to enjoy his day off, but it seemed even then, there was still something he had to do first.

Making his way to Yuuji's room, he stopped just outside his door and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer. Weird, but let's try one more time.

When he figured he wouldn't get an answer, he gave up and finally just walked inside finding the other still asleep in his bed. "Itadori." He said, lifting his leg up to kick at the other's side. "Wake up, Itadori. We got things to do."

( @wormb0i - hello, thank you for reaching out, time to eat love on your itadori. )

#wormb0i #.answered #; msg. ( megumi fushiguro )#( sorry for the long wait )

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sukirichi · 3 years

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“your hair is really soft” – jjk ver!

ft. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, ryoumen sukuna, & inumaki toge

ITADORI YUUJI – you’re in the room with Yuuji, who is busy watching the movies gojo-sensei had given him. He holds the cursed corpse in his other side, careful not to let him hit you, while your head lies on his shoulder, eyes drooping close from your long day. Yuuji turns the volume down and brings you closer to him until you’re practically sitting on his lap, his lips making brief contact at the crown of your head while he mumbles sweet nothings, too engrossed in the movie.

You smile at his sweet gesture, gently fisting the front of his jacket while you return the affection, kissing the edges of his jaw softly to not distract him too much. Yuuji’s lips tilt at the soft press of your lips on his warm skin. Soon, your hands rake up to his hair where your nails rake his scalp. Immediately, Yuuji deflates like a balloon as he purrs at the movement, making you chuckle in your sleepy daze.

“Your hair is really soft,” you note, and his eyes practically sparkle. Yuuji was a huge fan of hair gels and hair products, that his desk was filled with different brands all so he could keep his hair perfectly styled – in that somewhat natural, messy appeal. You love it on him and he melts at the fact you’ve noticed his efforts into taking care of himself. Most of all, the feeling of the smooth tendrils running past your fingertips like caressing a field of flowers lulls both you and him to a serene state.

GOJO SATORU – Like Yuuji, Gojo takes his time in styling his hair. You brush your teeth beside Gojo, who scowls as he struggles to keep his hair up the way he likes before he puts on his blindfold. The lanky man groans and adds more product, flattening the strands of his hair between his palms before swooping it up. When it falls down, Gojo whines, leaning forward on the sink counter.

You chuckle to yourself; he could be so dramatic sometimes. Bumping your hip with his, you gesture at him to move, and the big baby pouts before placing his chin on your shoulder as he watches you gargle. “Babe,” he sniffles, arms wrapping around your middle before his nose nuzzles into your skin. You giggle and push him away; the little bastard knew you were ticklish there. “My hair won’t stick up the way I want it to. Now I don’t look so cool anymore. What would my students say? That Gojo-Sensei stopped being attractive?”

That earns him an eye roll and a playful smack to his shoulder. “Ow!” Gojo rubs his shoulder with another pout, although both of you know nothing ever really hurts the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. “You’re mean.”

“And you’re just fishing for compliments.”

When Gojo hides his smirk behind his palm, you know you’ve hit the nail right on the head. Gojo was probably the most self-assured and overconfident man you’ve ever met – the day he thought lowly of himself and worried about anything concerning him that would ruin his “image” would be the day pigs could fly. Nevertheless, you give in with a sigh, extending your palm towards him.

“Give me the gel. I’ll fix your hair for you.”

“You’re a lifesaver, babe!” Obediently, Gojo crouches down so you could reach his hair, but not before muttering “shorty” under his breath. You tug at his hair harshly than you intended as payback, and Gojo only lets out a loud, fake moan before doubling over.

Your laughter and his bubble and echo through the cramped room, but both of you don’t mind. It’s moments like these you cherish with your whole heart even though it’s not extremely sweet or anything over the top. Dating a jujutsu sorcerer, the strongest one at that, wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns. You worry for him all the time and stay up awake all night, only ever finding peace in your sleep when he comes home safely – which he always does.

Still, you don’t stop worrying for him. It’s only natural, after all, and the way Gojo’s eyes soften as you slightly massage his scalp and style his hair for him lets you know he loves small moments like this too when both of you are completely alone in your own worlds, just enjoying each other’s presence and not having to think about anything else.

“Your hair is really soft,” you muse, unaware of the way Gojo’s closed his eyes as he lets your hand do the magic. When the familiar scent of vanilla and flowers wafts into your senses, you lean down closer to him to sniff his hair, stopping in your movements. “That’s odd. You smell like shampoo, but I haven’t bought that scent in a week.”

“Well, I may or not be the one who emptied it the last time,” he sheepishly chuckles.

“Gojo! That shampoo was really expensive!”

“Yeah, but I wanted to smell like you,” he coos, gently peeling your arms off him so he could hug you. Because of the height difference, you face plant into his bare chest where his skin is still warm from the shower. You keep feigning your irritation, but really, you squish your cheek above his heart, and Gojo’s chest rumbles as he laughs – he knows you can’t resist him. “Sorry about it babe, let’s go grocery shopping tonight when I come home, yeah?”

“You better buy your own shampoo,” you grumble, but Gojo only laughs.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI – Megumi is hunched over his desk, eyebrows pinched together while his hands move at an extreme speed. He’s studying while you scroll through memes on your phone, not wanting to disturb your boyfriend. Megumi is studious as ever, and it’s not that you aren’t, but you’re definitely a lot more relaxed than he is.

You often tease him that you’ve got amazing memory by tapping your forehead whenever he tells you to study with him, which only makes him huff, but in reality, you refuse to study with him because he’s so distracting.

The way he bites his lip when he’s concentrated on something has your stomach erupting with butterflies, and it doesn’t help when his dark blue eyes pierce through the pages like the poor textbook committed a crime he couldn’t forgive.

All in all, Megumi’s beauty tripled tenfold when he was dedicated to something, and it was this fact that had you keeping your distance from him while he studies, because the last thing he needs is to have you jump him when he’s got an exam to prepare for. Unbeknownst to him, you’re angling your phone upwards until his beautiful side profile comes to view – and it’s so unfair his lashes are longer and thicker than yours – and you take a silent snap.

You take a few more pictures with a silent giggle, making sure to set it as your lock screen later. Nothing better than waking up to Megumi’s face every time your alarm went off, but your daydreaming is halted when Megumi drops his pen with a loud sigh.

“I know you’re taking pictures of me,” he side-eyes you with a glare. You squeak before hiding your phone behind you, knowing that it’s not out of the picture for Megumi to steal them and delete his precious photos. It didn’t help he knows your password either (duh, it’s his birthdate) so you take the extra mile by offering him a sickeningly sweet smile, an apology ready to leave your lips when – “If you wanted my attention that badly, you could’ve just said so. I don’t mind taking a break or something.”

Although he sounds annoyed, the way he avoids your gaze to hide his reddened cheeks and ears say otherwise. Megumi’s back faces you as you wait patiently on his bed. You don’t want to bother him – you really don’t – so you stay put, and Megumi sighs for the hundredth time that night before spinning on his chair, arms stretched out wide open. “Come. Want hugs.”

He keeps his gaze on his lap to swallow the embarrassment of using baby-like words, which was a huge contrast from his quiet and cold persona. You don’t mind though. Deep down, Megumi is like everyone else who wants constant affection, so you leap out of his bed and jump into his arms. Megumi relaxes with your weight on top of him before he squishes his cheeks against your boobs – one of his quirks that you found endearing – a sign that he just wanted to relax for a little while.

Megumi isn’t really that huge on touch, so moments like this where he allows himself to be physically intimate with you has you floating on cloud nine. You hear him sigh between you, and you hide your grin by pushing his hair back to reveal those pretty eyes of his, beckoning him to look you in the eye.

As expected, his cheeks flush a beet red at the intensity of your gaze, but what really catches your attention is how his eyes just brighten even though they’re lined with dark circles.

This precious boy means everything to you, and you cup his face until your noses are rubbing. “Love you, Gumi,” you whisper, the boy’s breath hitching when your eyelashes flutter against his skin. Megumi tsks, a faux scowl on his face because both of you are painfully aware that he just melts around you.

“Stop teasing me. You know I don’t like that.”

“I’m not teasing you,” you lie, brushing his hair back in a soothing manner to help him relieve the headache he gets when he studies too much. “You know, your hair is really soft. Can I keep doing this?”

Megumi hates it when people touch his hair, so you expect him to say no – and you’ll gladly respect it – but instead, he pushes you closer and murmurs, “Don’t stop doing that.”

You smile so wide you fear your face would break.

NANAMI KENTO – You’ve always been fascinated with your co-worker. You don’t know what it is about the sharp-faced and stoic Nanami Kento that somehow makes him stand out from the rest. It’s not like he was smarter or better than anyone, although you do admit Nanami overworks most of the time.

It’s kind of pathetic you’ve been crushing on him ever since your first day of work. Maybe it’s because he worked with virtue and wishes to actually be honest instead of just sucking the money out of others. Maybe it’s because seeing him visit a bakery every after work makes him seem softer and a lot more human than his seemingly unapproachable nature. Whatever it was, you can’t explain why you’re so enamoured with the blond, or why you have the audacity to suddenly card your fingers through his hair at his desk that time.

You were told by your boss to give him this folder – quick, easy, and simple. But Nanami has this effect on you that he makes your brain go brr every time you go closer to him. You blame it on the fact both of you are alone at the office right now for OT, but when Nanami freezes under your touch, you realize the grave consequences of your actions.

As if you’ve touched something boiling hot – and he kind of is – you retract your arm and bow so deep you feel a vertebrae popping air. “I’m so sorry!” you begin to blabber, bowing repeatedly to the point your hair has become a mess. You can’t even look him in the eye – what were you thinking?! “I didn’t mean to, it’s just your hair looked really nice and soft and I couldn’t help myself! If you want to tell the higher-ups about this harassment and get me fired, I promise I won’t mind. In fact, I’ll take this to my grave and even offer my firstborn child as an apology—”

“Y/N.”

“because I’ve done something so horrendous and oh my gosh, I was just eating donuts and I probably got crumbs in your pretty hair—”

“Y/N,”

“And that’s really so low of me. Uh, actually, I may or may not have spent last month’s salary to buy my niece a huge ass dollhouse, but I’d gladly schedule a hair appointment for you—” you stop your words when you feel huge, calloused hands squishing your cheeks together until your lips are puckered out like a fish. Nanami stands before you, looking as handsome as ever, and that thought only has you panicking more and withdrawing. “I’m so sorry.”

Nanami sighs, pulling away to give you some space. You try to fight back the whine because not only did you look ridiculous under him, but also because you actually missed his touch.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind,” he takes the folder from you, pauses, then tilts his head to the side. “You think my hair is soft?”

“Uhm,” you blink rapidly, “Y-yes. Your hair is really pretty too. In fact, everything about you is pretty, like your hands when you type in paperwork but – I’m talking too much aren’t I?” you laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head. “I’m sorry. I tend to ramble when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” Nanami doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“Yeah,” you confess, switching your weight from one foot to another. At this point, you’ve given up on asking him out for coffee this weekend because you’re sure he’s labelled you as an idiot now. Not that it’s surprising though; not only does Nanami keep to himself out of social aversion, but you’re also pretty loud and awkward, a huge contrast to someone as well-put as him. “Anyways, uh,” you clear your throat, gesturing to your cubicle. “Now that you’ve got the file, I’m gonna go do my part. See you later, I guess. Or not. You can go home first you want. I’ve got quite a lot on my plate.”

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Sorry?”

Nanami organizes his desk one last time before following you to your desk. “I’m done with my part and it’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk home alone,” he glances at his watch, “I’ll wait for you until you’re done and walk you back home. That way, I don’t have to worry about your safety tonight,” he plops down on the empty seat next to yours, crossing his arms on his broad chest. “Take all the time you need. Just wake me up when you’re done.”

Just like that, Nanami dozes off, exhausted from a long day of hard work. You, on the other hand, are more energized than ever as you suddenly find a strong wave of motivation you’ve never had before.

Maybe you don’t mess up everything, after all.

RYOUMEN SUKUNA – He groans when you giggle at him, using your small, dainty hands to brush it through his hair. Sukuna liked to sleep in and it was only seven in the morning, meaning he’s supposed to be still lost in dreamland with thoughts about you and your cute little face. But because you’re an annoying brat who’s an early bird and way too cheerful as a morning person, you’re wide awake when the sun shone through the windows, and you’re gently coaxing him awake by rotating your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair is really soft.”

“Stop that,” he complains, but doesn’t really do anything to push you away. “It’s too early. Go back to bed.”

“But I’m already awake,” you tease, proving your point by taking off his covers and patting his chest. “Come on, let me make you breakfast. Maybe we can go out today and go see a movie, what do you think? It’s my day off so we better make use of it!”

“Exactly, it’s a day off,” he growls the last part, surprising you when his strong hands grip your thigh and drag you beside him. Soon enough, Sukuna has you trapped in his muscular arms until you can’t move anymore. “Let’s just stay the whole day in bed. Plus, I’m the one making breakfast. There’s no way you’re still cooking for me on your day off.”

“But I love cooking for you.”

“I know, but it’s my turn now,” he huffs through your hair. Sukuna’s grip loosens around you a bit to give you room to breathe, but he’s taken aback when you only snuggle closer to him to the point your legs and tangled and your body is warm from his heat. You don’t have to say it out loud to tell him you’ve conceded to his wishes.

As always, Sukuna is right. It feels much better to just let go of time and enjoy this moment. And he smells so good, feels so warm, that you’re unable to stop yourself from burrowing closer onto his body until you’re sure you’re about to start smelling like him later.

Of course, Sukuna likes the thought of that, so he sweeps one arm behind to tug the covers back over your bodies. He kisses your temple, and with a low, husky voice, grumbles, “Let’s go back to sleep, then we’ll do everything you want later, okay? I just want to stay in bed with you a little longer.”

For a guy who was considered heartless and barbaric, he sure turned into putty in your hands.

INUMAKI TOGE – The platinum haired boy lays on your lap, the wire of headphones dangling beside you both. You’re thankful Inumaki has his eyes closed, because the last thing you want him to see is how embarrassed and giddy you are at that moment.

You and Inumaki have been friends for years, meaning you’ve been hiding your crush on him for a painfully long time. He’s recently made a Spotify playlist with an innocent text of, “I made you a playlist of all the songs that reminds me of you,” which leads you both to your current predicament. It’s a rather lazy weekend and Gojo-sensei isn’t around to bother any of you, so you’re in Inumaki’s room, careful not to bounce your legs out of habit to not give the poor boy a headache.

You snap back to life when Inumaki squeezes your thigh, and you’re met with azure eyes looking back up at you. “Mustard leaf?” he points to your face, which has been previously constricted and heated from his close proximity. It isn’t the first time you and Toge have cuddled, but it’s been too long and you’re standing at the edge of a dangerous cliff with the desire to tell him you like him.

Inumaki must’ve thought you’re uncomfortable with his weight on you because he begins to sit up. “Oh, no, no!” you coax him back down despite his questioning eyes, a wide grin replacing your flustered state to conceal it. “Its’s fine, really. I was just vibing with the songs.”

He hums, not completely believing it, but he doesn’t want to push either. Soon, he settles into your lap again and makes you lose your mind when his breath starts to tickle your kneepads now that he’s facing behind you.

Your heart just about combusts, and before you know it, Inumaki has fallen asleep while the theme of Howl’s Moving Castle plays. Once his breathing regulated into a steady rhythm, you reach out to brush his hair back and lightly add some pressure for better sleep. You know Inumaki lies that, and you smile to yourself when he leans into your touch even in his slumber.

“Your hair is so soft,” you say mostly to yourself, leaning down to kiss his the crown of his head, making Inumaki sigh contentedly. Gosh, you love him so much.

Now isn’t the time but...hopefully, one day you could tell him how you feel. Even if he rejects you, you hope you could still be friends even after that awkward encounter –

You freeze as the next song comes on. I.F.L.Y by Bazzi comes on, and just as you cover your mouth to silence your gasps, you hear the faintest snickers coming from Inumaki before he goes back to “snoring.”

“Toge! Were you awake the whole time?!”

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chuuyrr · 2 years

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I wonder if baby fushiguro! meet Toman again but this time because something weird is happening inside TR universe, a special great curse escape from JJK universe because they are scared of baby fushiguro! since they almost accidentally being killed by baby fushiguro! power when the curse wanted to get revenge (not sure) but actually triggered a teleport and baby fushiguro! was still asleep. Didn't know that she was already teleported back to TR universe with the curse. I hope this makes sense.

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader returns to toman because of a curse

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen and tokyo revengers, and mentions of scarlet witch's powers

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! toman x child! reader, dad! gojo satoru x child! reader, platonic! first-year & second-year students x child! reader

thank you so much for requesting and for being patient anon! no worries it makes sense! leave it to me. enjoy reading <3

if it's one thing that gojo and his first-year students will never forget was how you almost singlehandedly killed or exorcised a special grade curse when you accidentally exhibited your powers while you were at jujutsu tech.

the special grade curse just happened to be there, probably plotting to harm the students and wreak havoc as it somehow got through the barrier, when your red psionics attacked and almost tore it apart. unfortunately, you weren't able to fully get rid of it as it managed to retreat quickly, but you dealt it a lot of damage. it reminded them of the time gojo satoru made use of hollow purple when the school was infiltrated.

"[name]'s power really outmatches gojo-sensei." itadori commented, eyes still wide from shock.

"it really shows that [name] can take on high leveled curses." nobara said with a proud smile on her face.

you were now asleep in gojo's arms, somehow the accident made you tired. the limitless sorcerer chuckled softly at your sleeping figure that was holding onto him ever so cutely. gojo brushed your face, smiling.

"maybe if kikufuku was more experienced, she could have exorcised it without letting it get away." gojo added, "but that is none of our concern right now. i need to report to the elders and make sure they didn't wet their pants, they've probably sensed [name] doing the deed."

"we can look after [name]." megumi, your older brother, reached his arms out for you.

"i'll be back before you know it." gojo claimed before handing your sleeping figure to your older brother, who handled you with care as he cradled your form in his arms, kissing your forehead and teleporting away.

the three of them brought you to your brother's dorm wherein you were tucked in bed so you could sleep more comfortably. megumi, nobara and yuuji were thinking of what food to get so they could feed when suddenly they sensed the special grade curse's pure cursed energy within the room. their instincts immediately kicked in, but as they bolted to get to you, your sleeping figure was no longer tucked in bed and missing as the special grade curse's energy dissipated.

"[name]? [name]?!" megumi was sent into a panic as nobara flung the covers of the bed up to see you missing.

"the curse's energy is gone too." itadori swallowed thickly. "[name] wasn't taken, was she?"

just as megumi was about to answer itadori, the door of his dorm was slammed open and the next thing he and everyone knew, gojo had burst inside without warning.

"are you guys okay? where's [name]?!"

"[name]-chan? [name]-chan!"

you fluttered your eyes open and let out a yawn as a pair of honey eyes staring at you. your eyes widened, suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline in your veins as you recognized who the person was. you sat upright to find yourself lying on the ground, right at the front of mikey's house.

"emma-nee." you blinked profusely. it was mikey's sister. a person you significantly recognized as mikey once introduced you to her.

"what are you doing out here? why are you sleeping on the ground? are you okay?" emma picked you up, immediately inspecting you for injuries. "goodness, how long have you been waiting out here? you're here for mikey, aren't you?"

just as emma was giving you a slight scolding and bringing you inside the sano residence, the dreadful presence of cursed energy wafted into the atmosphere, causing you to violently flinch. if it's one thing you knew about mikey's universe, there weren't any cursed energies or spirits here, and for another, the pure cursed energy it was radiating was familiar. you recognized it as the one you failed to exorcise when it attempted to wreak havoc back at jujutsu tech. it must have triggered your teleportation powers in your sleep, and now you've brought in their world by accident.

"[name]?"

emma gasped softly as she watched your figure vanish from her arms and reappear on the ground. looks like mikey has some explaining to do about your powers when you and him come back.

before she could even take hold of you, you dashed off. "[name]-chan! come back! where are you going?!"

"to mikey-nii and toman!" you exclaimed before using your chaos magic to disappear into a red mist.

you couldn't help but notice how cursed energies were dispersed everywhere as you followed mikey's presence.

what's even more odd was that the people you passed by seemed to be acting strangely. iy was as if their emotions were amplified in a way. then it dawned on you; the cursed spirit could have been feeding on their life forces.

you stumbled into an abandoned parking lot, and as soon as you stepped foot in the place, you were taken inside an innate domain. you watched the place morph into something else instead of a parking lot. everything was in shambles and distorted. it almost made you dizzy.

you gasped softly at the number of presences you could sense from the domain. it wasn't just toman that was in here, but other people too, which you assumed were from another gang. the innate domain was dark and enermous. you raised your index finger, using a wisp of red psionics as a source of light. this is the first time you wound up in such a place.

it was a good thing your dad, gojo Satoru, was able to teach you a thing or two about cursed spirits and domain expansions in the most basic manner to help you understand.

gojo taught you how cursed spirits have different grades and how your powers are suited for exorcising even the highest levels of curses; special grades to be exact. you continued walking through the domain, occasionally breaking down parts such as the walls to pass through places you couldn't get to until the place started moving on its own.

terrified, you let out a scream and ran. It was dark enough already and you could barely see a thing in here. it was like a labyrinth; there were so many paths, twists, and dead-ends.

"mikey-nii!" you cried out, running off to who knows where. "everyone, i'm here!"

closing your eyes, you subconsciously tapped into your mind-reading abilities. with your hearing enhanced, you hear everything. from the droplets of water and the wind, but then you heard a familiar thought.

'that was [name]'s voice..!'

it was mikey's, and soon enough, you heard everyone's—meaning, you were close. they were faint, but all that matters is you heard them all. they were okay. hopefully.

your foot got caught in some rubble, and the next thing you knew, you ended up toppling over, but it didn't stop there. the ground beneath you broke down from the impact of your fall. your eyes shrunk from fear as water came into view.

as your tiny body plunged into the water, your chaos magic engulfed you and hoisted you up. when you got hold of a view of the tall cursed spirit towering right where mikey and his friends were, you watched in horror as they writhed from the life forces being gradually drained by the spirit.

"stay away from them!"

your scream caused the domain to tremble from its intensity. with your emotions amplifying your powers, black-streaked red psionics lacerated the curse's torso and arm, but it wasn't enough. the cursed spirit regenerated.

"silly little human."

it's voice was eerie. it sounded like a human, but at the same time, it did not.

you felt a horrible shiver run down your spine, which felt like cold droplets of water that were enough to make you flinch.

"you don't scare me anymore."

your lips quivered as your fists trembled. fear starts to get the best of you. tou still aren't that good with your powers and you haven't exorcised a curse yet on your own. most of the manifestation of your chaos magic relies on your emotions and instincts.

you let out a shriek as pure cursed energy sent you flying away, but you immediately reacted used your psionics to hold you back in place as you shielded your arms over you.

what would gojo do in this situation?

everyone's being affected by this curse, not just toman. you brought this curse with you here; the responsibility was on your shoulders. if you don't do something, everyone will die, and it will only get stronger and stronger from the life force and emotions it absorbed here.

"and you don't belong here!" you mustered up the courage to speak, shaking off the doubts running through your head.

"you were the one who brought me here with you in the first place. i wouldn't have gotten stronger if it weren't for you." it cackled rather maniacally.

"which is why i'm exorcising you!" you closed your eyes shut to focus your powers and bring them into fruition. "and you're going to be scared of me again."

you've seen gojo fight before. you've seen how he used a ball of purple to annihilate everything in its path before. if your dad can manipulate infinity, well, you can manipulate reality. reality can be whatever you want, and what you want right now is to defeat that ugly thing that dared to hurt toman and everyone in this world.

mimicking your dad's movement, you extended your right hand out with your left hand near your mouth.

"copying that jujutsu sorcerer, huh?"

he knows your dad.

a ball of red morphed into your open right hand, sharing a similar appearance to your dad's cursed technique. instead of infinity, it was made out of pure psionics and chaos magic. as the special cursed grade spirit lunged towards you, you flung the ball of red towards it as your eyes glowed a menacing red color. upon contact, the ball of red expanded, and the next thing you and everyone knew, it had been reduced to nothing as your magic burned and tore it apart.

once the deed had been done, the innate domain dissipated since the cursed spirit was no more. as much as you wanted to smile at this, your eyes began to droop and your knees became weaker. never thought using your magic this much could take a toll on you like this.

"[name]!!"

before you could fall and topple over, mikey ran and caught you, scooping you in his embrace, and it didn't take long for the entirety of toman to circle around you in concern. it looked like he and everyone had regained their strength back.

"you saved us.. thank you, [name]." mikey exclaimed, muffling his face onto the back of your head as he held you.

"we are in-debt, firecracker." baji smiled at you, ruffling your hair.

"i'm glad you guys are safe, and i'm sorry i accidentally brought that thing with me." you muttered, your face faltering into a shameful look. "i really didn't mean for you guys to get hurt. i came here as fast as i can."

"you were badass, you know!" takemichi praised you, eyes lighting up. "you saved us all on your own, [name]-chan."

draken commented, grinning. "you really are a member of toman."

"i'd like to stay here for a bit longer but i'm starting to feel really tired. i might not be able to go back home." you gripping the fabric of mikey's jacket hanging over his shoulders. you were almost out of magic. "i need to go back to daddy. they must be looking for me."

"right, but promise you'll come back to us, okay? make sure you go home right away too!" mikey told you, frowning.

"yeah, we don't have magic to make sure you do." mitsuya nodded in agreement.

"take care, kiddo. you have our thanks." pah was the one who ruffled your hair last as mikey carried you in his arms.

"make sure you come back to us once you're healthy and rested up, alright?" mikey pressed his forehead against yours before nuzzling his nose with yours, causing you to giggle.

"i will everyone, goodbye! i love you all!"

just like that, you disappeared into a red mist and allowed your chaos magic to return you to your world. upon arriving, you ended up being transported back to jujutsu tech, particularly in the grounds. fortunately, gojo and the first-year students were there with the second-years. you were right, they had been looking everywhere for you.

"daddy! gumi-nii! everyone!" you called out for them with your remaining strength.

as soon as they spotted you, everyone came running towards you. you were instantly picked up by gojo and got coddled in his warm embrace, something you had missed as you hooked your tiny arms around his neck.

"kikufuku! where did you go? are you okay? why are you damp all over?!" gojo panicked as they noticed how your clothes were drenched and cold, causing megumi to remove the jacket of his uniform to wrap you up.

"i fought the curse. we ended up going to mikey-nii's. it tried to hurt them, but i copied your cursed technique." you explained to your dad, causing him and the students to look you in astonishment.

"copied your technique?" megumi's eyes widened.

"the purple one, but red. i exorcised it with that." you answered in response before giving into the darkness and passing out in the arms of your father.

"[name]-chan exorcised a special grade curse." nobara found herself blinking profusely.

"heh, that kid is really something." maki chuckled softly as she glanced down at your now sleeping figure.

"and she did it on her own too, poor [name]-chan. she must have been really exhausted." itadori reached a hand to your head and ruffled your damp [color] hair.

"that's my kikufuku." gojo found himself smiling proudly at you before kissing your forehead.

"looks like my sugarplum really takes after me."

bonus scene:

"ow! emma you punch like a semi-truck!"

"that's for putting [name]-chan in danger! i was so worried for her, you know! i found her sleeping at the front of the house and then she suddenly disappeared."

mikey was being lectured by his sister, emma, while drake simply lounged on the side. the two of them were trying to explain to her how you ended up saving toman from that curse earlier, but emma was misinterpreting it as you having to deal with a gang all by yourself and putting your life in danger.

apart from that, she had been worried sick about where you ran off to earlier. she ended up chasing after you to find you, but she couldn't find you.

"i swear, i'm telling the truth! she's not from here, she's okay!" mikey protested, shielding his with his arms to prevent emma from giving him another smack. "[name]'s a baby witch."

"[name]-chan didn't face a gang. it was a cursed spirit. something that comes from her world." draken explained to emma.

just as emma was about to argue, a flash of red emerged inside the room they were all in. emma let out a frightened shriek as mikey and draken immediately shielded her, but to their surprise, it was you. except you look kind of different. there was a faint red glow surrounding your body.

"[name]-chan?! is that you?!" emma sputtered out, pointing at you.

"emma-nee!" you squealed, running up to her.

strangely, you felt cold to the touch as you embraced her waist with your tiny arms. not only did you look like a ghost right now, but you felt like one too.

"[name]-chan! how are you here?" mikey asked, his and draken's mouth hung in agape from surprise.

"i'm astral projecting. my body's asleep because i'm tired from earlier, but my spirit is awake! so, i'm kind of like a ghost right now." you answered in a very nonchalant and casual manner, and sounded as if it wasn't a huge deal at all. "i wanted to see you guys, especially emma-nee after making her worried when i ran off to save you guys."

you watched emma become pale.

"astral projecting? ghost?!"

"emma-nee? are you okay?"

"i think i need some fresh air right now. this is a lot to process, [name]-chan..."

"emma's brain is buffering."

your poor emma-nee can't get over the fact that the little [name]-chan who hangs out with her brother and his gang turned out to be more than just a regular kid in her life. mikey should have really told emma from the start who and what you were instead of surprising her like this.

oh well, it isn't your fault anyway, but what made her even more pale was what you told her and the boys next.

"emma-nee! mikey-nii! ken-nii! did you know my daddy and everyone freaked out when i came back? i gave them a scare when i fainted and told them i exorcised that mean curse all by myself!"

"...that's nice [name]-chan."

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silversatoru · 3 years

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I just thought of this and can NOT get it out of my head so I thought I’d make a request 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 Could you write something where you and Megumi are going at it and you’re trying to keep quiet because poor Yuuji is next door and he may or may not have a tiny crush on you? (gotta love having their rooms next to each other) 🤐

jealousy

a/n: this is so good but so sad and this may have gotten darker than u wanted so i’m sorry,, but they definitely had a threesome in an alternate universe somewhere

fushiguro megumi x reader x itadori yuuji

synopsis: yuuji succumbs to his shameful desires while you and your boyfriend megumi are having sex next-door.

tags/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, auralism, male masturbation, you tell megumi to be quiet and he doesn’t rlly listen idk what that qualifies as

w/c: 870

megumi thrusted his hips against yours with an extreme lack of control. up until this point he’d kept a slow, quiet pace, but it was getting harder to maintain. the bed was beginning to emit quiet creaks and your gasps for air were getting more violent.

“slow down! yuuji is right next door,” you hissed at the dark-haired boy, your nails making small indents in his biceps.

the jujutsu tech dorms were relatively empty due to the lack of students, so normally noise wouldn’t be a problem; but of course gojo sensei had placed yuuji in the dorm just adjacent to megumi’s a few months ago. it had made your nights together a little more frustrating and a little less enjoyable as you tried to keep the noise levels to a minimum.

“i don’t care, i just- fuck, you feel so good,” he buried his face into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy, wet kiss to the sensitive skin.

his hot breath and sticky tongue working magic on your neck coaxed a few breathy moans from you lips. his thrusts were growing, elevating in intensity and striking against your cervix with every blow. a strangled whimper choked out of your throat, and you immediately threw a hand over your mouth in attempt to hold it in.

“megumi! he’s gonna hear us!” you angrily muttered at him, one of your hands clawing into his hair and pulling back his head so you could see his face.

“im sure he’s a asleep,” his eyes were completely clouded over with lust, not a single care weighing on his shoulders. he was concerned with one thing and one thing only — the way the puffy walls of your soaking cunt were gripping perfectly around his cock.

megumi typically held a stoic personality, demonstrating utter poise and control over his emotions — but when it came to you? when it came to your body being tangled with his in a heated knot under the covers? there wasn’t a single thing that could slow him down.

your head fell back onto the pillows, soft sighs and sensitive whines leaking from between your lips. god, you hoped yuuji was asleep, you really did. you saw the way he looked at you — the way he gazed at you like you covered the earth in trees and dotted the sky with stars. you could only imagine how hurt he’d be having to sit there and listen to your pleasured moans.

yuuji wasn’t asleep.

he was wide awake with his hand creeping into his pajama pants while he listened to your shaky breaths and pretty noises through the paper thin walls. his heart ached with jealousy but his dick couldn’t decipher the fact that the moans weren’t for him.

he pulled the waistband of his boxers down, letting his swollen cock flop up against his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling, throbs of arousal coursing through his member while throbs of envy pumped through his heart.

yuuji respected megumi, liked him a lot actually — but he was horribly envious of the fact that you were with him. fuck, the things he would do to be the one railing himself inside of you and making you emit such beautiful sounds.

he shamefully stroked his large hand over the tender tip of his length, shivers running under his skin as he thought about your hands being the ones to touch him. this was so fucked up, him thinking about you in this context while his best friend fucked you one room over. it was disgusting and shameful but he couldn’t stop his hands from groping himself — utterly desperate to ease his carnal desire.

one hand harshly pumped his cock while the other reached lower, pulling ever-so-tenderly on his aching balls. he could hear megumi’s bed shaking louder now, the annoying creaks making it increasingly difficult to hear your lovely moans. he strained his head, shifting himself closer to the wall so he could hear you better.

you were whimpering megumi like a mantra, delicate whines and high-pitched mewls between each breath of his name. yuuji rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes and increasing his pace as he fantasized about it being his name instead.

ah- yuuji! feels so good

make me come yuuji! p- please! need to come!

he’d made you feel so good, and his name would sound delightfully pleasant rolling off your lips. he bucked his hips into his hands at thought of it, fucking into himself hard as he quickly became undone.

ropes of his sticky white seed ejected all over the floor, some catching onto the edge of his pants and some smearing onto his twitching hands. as he fell down from his euphoric high, the realization of the fact that he’d just jerked himself to the sound of you getting fucked by his best friend sunk in.

it was selfish and vulgar that he felt this way, and guilt and disgust were weighing heavy on his shoulders.

but he knew that when the two of you did this again tomorrow night, he’d tuck himself right back against the wall with his pants around his ankles.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #fushiguro megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi smut #megumi fushiguro smut #fushiguro smut #yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #itadori smut #itadori yuuji smut #smut

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sukunarii · 3 years

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May I offer shizen: Poltergeist🙂

Poltergeist

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader

Theme: Modern | Humour

A/N: ummmmm so im like so sorry cuz ik i told you i was gonna write this a long time ago and i did....but for some reason my dumbass left it in the draft. Anyways, here it is like a year late? idk how long it has been T_T, but hope you're doing well bb

also fyi im not really back to writing but i just found this in the draft so i thought might as well publish it

Sukuna sighed and a mouth formed on top of Yuuji's cheek, "That's it, what do you want?", the King of Curses grumbled.

Startled by Sukuna's sudden appearance, Yuuji jumped up from his bed, his book being discarded to the side quickly, "Whoa, you scared me, I didn't say anything...." Yuuji answered, then frowned remembering he was talking to Sukuna, "I don't want anything from you!"

Sukuna rolled his singular eye, "No not you, stupid brat, I'm talking to the other one in the room."

"...huh?", Yuuji looked around his dorm room. It was empty, just him.

"....But there is no one else here..." Yuuji told him.

Not that Yuuji did anything wrong really, but if Sukuna had any means to choke Yuuji, he would have done so already. This brat was not only dumb but also annoying to no end.

"Brat. Do you not see that the books in your bookshelf has all been thrown to the ground?", Sukuna asked.

"Yes...I'm pretty sure it was Fushiguro, I told him he could read some of my books."

"How about the hole in the wall that clearly has an imprint of a fist?"

"I think it was Nobara....I did take her lip gloss thinking it was lip balm the other day and used it."

Sukuna was ready to facepalm himself.

"And all of your candy that was eaten and the wrappers obnoxiously sprinkled on the floor?"

"Well Gojo-sensei—"

"How much dumber can you get, brat? There is a spirit in your room."

"A....spirit?" Yuuji asked, his eyes widening.

"Yes. A Spirit."

"Where is the spirit, are they still here?" Yuuji asked while scanning left and right of his room.

Immediately, the book that Yuuji put down was flung across the room, effectively knocking Yuuji's backpack off the desk to the floor

"Hey that was my book and my backpack!" Yuuji shouted immediately, offended.

But he quickly regained his composure and lightheartedly made a joke, "Well at least now I know you're there."

"Of course she is," Sukuna muttered, "She's always there."

"Wait what do you mean always—"

"(Name)

Yuuji seems to perk up with curiosity at his statement, "Do you...know her?"

"Yes. (Name) was...let's just say we have history."

Immediately after Sukuna said that, another book was chucked across the room, this time towards Yuuji. Yuuji's quick reflexes effectively allowed him to dodge the book. The poor kid has no idea what's up with him and encounters with spirits or curses.

Yuuji hesitantly raises his hands in the air, "Look i don't know what you want lady ghost but I can't be your vessel too."

"Stupid brat, that's clearly not what she wants," Sukuna spits out.

"Then what am I supposed to do? I can't just sit here and let her make my room a mess!", Yuuji exclaimed.

"I will handle it," Sukuna replied coldly.

"What do you mean? No you won't—"

However before Yuuji can finish, he felt Sukuna overpowering him. Using Yuuji's arm, Sukuna lifted up another book up from his right arm and throw it towards the doorway rather violently, "Hey stop that Sukuna. Not you too, I need that textbook for class—"

However, the book stopped midair. From the edges of the textbook, a faint apparition of fingers and slowly going up to arms, shoulders, torso, and finally a beautiful face with distinctive (eye colour) eyes appeared in front of Yuuji and Sukuna.

"Hello Sukuna," she said calmly before throwing the book textbook back at lightning speed.

It seemed that Sukuna has only thought about throwing the book at her but decided that he was not responsible for defending Yuuji from her as the textbook hits Yuuji square in the face causing his head to jolt back and sharp pain erupts on his face.

'Oh boy, another troublesome spirit showed up' was the only thing on Yuuji's mind.

#sukuna #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna

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nostaren · 3 years

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Mr. Lonely

TOJI FUSHIGURO X READER

part 15 | series masterlist | next

Spending time with your underclassmen had proved to be really refreshing, as hesitant to the idea as you had been at first. The time was as such that you ideally should’ve been asleep by now, especially considering you had places to be tomorrow, but you didn’t feel tired in the slightest.

At exactly 3 am, you, Yuuji and Nobara were venturing the school premises, walking animatedly and acting very much like drunken fools without actually having had anything to drink. It was odd how much energy the three of you had, what with having not slept since the previous night.

“I’m telling you, he must be putting wax in his hair to have it stand up like that.”

“I don’t know, Itadori… Fushiguro doesn’t seem like the person to do anything with his hair other than brush it.”

You thought about it, Megumi standing in front of a mirror and maneuvering his hands to style each strand. You snorted at the mental image. “Definitely not.”

Itadori’s hands moved to run through his pink locks. “And I do?”

“Yes,” both you and Nobara said in unison.

His response was gleeful. “So out of the two of us, I actually take care of myself!”

You and Nobara shared a glance, immediately breaking into a fit of giggles. While not particularly regimen-conscious, Megumi definitely took better care of his hygiene, the lack of smelling of sweat nearly as frequently as Yuuji being evidence to that.

“Why are you laughing? Oh! By the way, Kugisaki, we needed to read some pages in some book until tomorrow—no, later today? I just… don’t remember which book… or which pages.”

“What!? Why the hell are you telling me now?”

“You were away with Fushiguro and Panda all day! Oh no, I forgot to tell him too—ow! Stop hitting me!”

You zoned out the rest of the conversation, not really a part of it, instead becoming lost in your thoughts while trudging along to their pace.

The original plan had been to bring Megumi with you, too, but when Yuuji had incessantly knocked on his door, his response after a few minutes was to open it, call you lot morons for waking him up over something so ridiculous, then promptly sliding it shut. Hence Megumi being the subject of discussion for a good bit of your walk when the male wasn’t there to hear any of it. Nothing too horrible was brought up, just stuff that would surely make him sneeze a couple of times.

Before Yuuji had joined in, it was Nobara that dragged you out of bed, angrily going out about how men weren’t shit and how you shouldn’t spend even one second of your precious time mulling over him. Hearing her exclaim all of that without even knowing the full story pulled at your heartstrings. Nobara proved time after time how much of an unconditional friend she was, having your back even when you didn’t ask for it.

You hadn’t really been left to sort your thoughts the whole day, having been accompanied by at least one person at all times if you didn’t count the small window between when Gojo had escorted you to your room to when Nobara had come to get you. And while it would have been comforting to spill everything to Nobara—heck, even Gojo—you held back because you couldn’t help but feel it was an irrational sadness.

Because yes, you did feel a little sad.

The feeling creeped up on you as a few minutes passed of blankly watching shadows shifting across trees and listening to the bickering of your friends, sometimes adding to it, but otherwise just tagging along.

It was from being attentive of your surroundings that allowed you to notice a fourth person. A lone figure leaned on the railing of the approaching bridge, slightly hunched over and lazily typing away at his phone.

It was by no means odd to see a person out at this hour, but within these particular school grounds? That was odd. You were outside despite it being past curfew, and you couldn’t recognize the silhouette in the distance to be one of the students. There weren't even as many students as there were fingers on your two hands, so you'd recognize any of them.

Hopefully he wasn't a teacher that you just didn't recognize, like Nanami.

Or, if he was a teacher, you hoped he was one that was as lenient about rules as Gojo.

Either way, you'd likely just pass him by and throw a casual ‘hello’ at him. No need to work yourself up over it.

But in the day's second douse of horrendous luck, your eyes, even in the dark, happened to catch sight of the particular way black strands of hair fell over his face. Your lips puckered as you took in his quite tall frame and the outline of his legs. After a moment of contemplation, you, brows furrowing, craned your neck to get a better look at him.

Was that—?

No. Fucking. Way.

“Guys let’s go that way,” you attempted to whisper over their exhilarated yelling from a heated argument, heart hammering loudly in your ears and adding to the stress of a situation you did not want to be in. When that didn’t work, you pulled at the back of Nobara’s shirt.

“Hey, that’s going to wrinkle!”

Her exclamation fell short when seeing your form shrunken on itself in an attempt at hiding.

“…you okay?”

“It’s—“ you threw a pointed glance towards the figure up front. “It’s him.”

She turned to look.

“Not so obvious,” you hissed, inwardly groaning at how there was no way a certain someone wouldn’t realize you were now talking about him if he so much as glanced up.

Yuuji meanwhile observed your exchange, oblivious to what exactly was happening but still managing to draw some (very faulty) conclusions of his own.

“Eh? Do you know him?” Yuuji squinted his eyes as if that would make him see better in the dark. To your horror, his arm moved up in a wave. “HEEEEEY!! OVER HE—mmph!”

You tackled him to the ground with a hand pressed to his mouth, tumbling into a nearby brush just as the figure ahead looked up from his phone. That left Nobara standing there awkwardly, staring at Fushiguro looking at her as if she’d grown two heads.

Your hands moved to loosely enclose around Yuuji’s throat in a mock-choking manner, whispering, “You’re a moron, you know that?”

“I know,” he whispered back. “But what did I do wrong this time?”

Your mouth opened to take your words back because now you felt a little bad, but Nobara’s “psst” interrupted you.

You looked up from Yuuji. “What do I do!?” Nobara hissed through gritted teeth.

A few seconds of deafening silence passed whereas you tried to think of something, but you apparently thought for too long because she finally decided on very obviously ducking into the bush with the rest of the crew.

Great. Real inconspicuous, Nobara. No way he could’ve seen that.

The three of you sat looking at each other with wide eyes, not knowing what to do next.

“What’s he even doing here?” you broke the silence, being mindful of keeping your voice low.

“He can’t enter without permission, so he must be here for Gojo-sensei or principal Yaga… Right?” came Nobara’s answer.

She was right. He couldn’t have gone through the barriers put up by Tengen if not invited. So had Gojo somehow found out that it was Fushiguro that was involved? Or…

You couldn’t feel even a slither of cursed energy reeking from his person, no matter how hard you concentrated, meaning he must be a civilian. Gojo had a knack for doing things inappropriately, but to invite a civilian into Jujutsu High? Surely, he didn’t…

But then again, you knew nothing of their relationship.

Either way, you just wished to remain hidden until he was done with whatever business he had here so you could make your way to the dorms and sleep the accumulated stress away.

Some shuffling from the left broke your thoughts. Yuuji was crouching down, peering through the leaves. “He’s gone.”

A collective sigh of relief was heard.

It didn’t last long.

“This peeping tom a friend of yours?”

“Uwaah!”

The three of you scrambled away from the source of the sudden voice.

While the question undoubtedly was directed at you, Fushiguro didn’t seem to know who you were.

The three of you shared a knowing glace, each expression some form of shock, feeling a little disturbed over how he had managed to sneak behind all of you, civilian or not.

His eyes skimmed over your forms, back and forth and then further to the sides as if looking for someone else. Not finding it, his eyes zoned in on you and Nobara. “So, which one of you is it?”

Nobara, immediately realizing what he meant, angrily exclaimed, “Do I look that old to you!?” and pointed an accusatory finger at you, as if you were the one to cause her offense. You wanted to tell her that three years wasn’t much, and that it wasn’t really enough to tell that much of a difference, but your mouth remained clamped shut.

Green eyes met yours. “Leave us.”

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Yuuji moving to stand. “You expect us to just leave Y/n-senpai alone with you!?”

Sweet, sweet Yuuji.

Nobara moved to stand as well, grabbing Yuuji by the arm. “We’ll be on our way now. You two take your time.”

Horrible, horrible Nobara.

You thought she’d want you to—had even told you to—move past him, not to figure things out. Admittedly, you’d rather do the former than the latter because at least then you wouldn’t need to talk about feelings yuck and you hadn’t had any time to really think whether or not to forgive him, should he apologize.

Yuuji sputtered in disagreement and you could do nothing but break eye-contact with the looming man above you to watch as Nobara dragged a flailing Yuuji behind her, wishing it was you in his stead.

“You have alllll night,” she winked.

And then you were alone with Fushiguro.

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