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five thirty am chapter one

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Gojo Satoru watched (Name) silently as she marked his first year students test papers and reading a report after.

The five o’clock golden sunlight complimenting the interior of her office, the books collecting dust on her shelf, plants on every corner that it pretty much looked a small garden and a radio which he brought for her randomly because he loves to buy souvenirs for his wife is playing an 80’s song on her desk.

He doesn’t say it out loud but he likes to hang out here everyday at four thirty o’clock where students would go to their respective dorms and leave their teachers alone to their own business.

Lately, the tall white haired teacher was starting to notice that he’s been hovering around her lately, to missions, training their students, meetings— Gojo also made sure to drag her along to a fancy restaurant and he swears it feels his breath is knocked out of him everytime (Name) dolls herself up for the occasion, making heads turns to their direction because of his woman beside him, a cocky smirk would make his way to his lips when (Name) grabs his arm, flashing the diamond ring on her finger to let other know she’s already taken. (politically, sadly. But still.)

If someone told Gojo that he’s disturbing his wife, he would give a nonchalant shrug, he doesn’t really care if he was disrupting his wife’s schedule and it seems (Name) didn’t mind his company, though at time, she complains he has his own office or he could do whatever he wants with his free time than spending it with her in silence to which he only responds; “It’s boring without you.” Making the wife give in and let the husband tinker around her office, occasionally scolding him not to touch the vase Utahime gifted them on their wedding day.

The husband likes her brown couch the most that faced her desk, it’s comfortable and he could lay down there and relax, looking at her do her things, listening to her pen scribbling in the papers and the soft music playing in the background until he’s drifting off to sleep, one of the places where he would trust to turn off his infinity.

“You would definitely love my mother.” He started, watching how the edge of her lips tugged upwards, the dimple appearing on her cheeks that he finds it adorable as she stopped looking at the reports and lock eyes with him with a raise of a brow.

“This is the first I heard you mentioning her.” He doesn’t know why he brought this up, he wasn’t really close with his mother or why his heartbeat oddly picked up when the soft golden light hits her face, making her look more attractive when her eyes lightened up. He continued, returning back a cheeky smile and shamefully man spread in his seat, resting his arm behind the couch while playing with his white bandages with his free hand.

“She passed a long time ago, I didn’t really know much about her or thought about her but you two have so much in common, like keeping trinkets,” he points at the bookshelf where the small figurings scattered around, finding it endearing when he finds out his wife keeps his little gifts in display. “Or the unusual love of plants, she’s got her own little garden back home. No one’s taking care of it ever since, so it’s all dried up and the place looks dead.” (Name) looked at him, her cheek squishing when she rest it on the palm of her hand as he fumbled around his makeshift blindfold, waiting for him to continue. “That was adorable.” He thought, unknown to him, he lets out the biggest smile as he watch (Name) giving him all her attention.

There were times he found himself opening up to her accidentally that he regretted he slipped out of character, but when her eyes looked at him without a hint of judgment and she listened intently to what he has to say, Gojo didn’t mind spilling all his feelings if it was her that stayed.

Seven years in marriage but it feels like they were still in their teenage years. Gojo Satoru liked that.

He likes how (name) listened to what he has to say when anyone thinks he was playing around, he likes how she takes him seriously when they’re discussing a topic that needed to be addressed, he likes how she responds to him with an open mind and his favorite thing that he likes her the most is her genuine laugh whenever he says something that she finds humorous.

It made Gojo forget he’s the strongest for a moment and it’s an internal conflict inside him because he doesn’t know if that was a good thing.

Looking at his favorite woman in front of him, he noticed how her skin has a healthy glow, a gentle look adorned on her features, and her eyes piqued with curiosity but patient to wait for him to continue, it’s almost crazy how much she changed during the years that a swell of pride bloomed on his chest because he’s the reason why she looks so healthy, he takes pride that he’s the one who took care of her even from afar.

Gojo reminded himself that this is the same (Name) who likes to plays around when they were in highschool, a woman version of himself because she likes to have fun around and poke her nose to a business that doesn’t have anything to do with her, always ending the day Yaga scolding (Name) and her not listening. This woman who claimed that she loves him only as a friend, thanking him silently everyday for saving her life by marrying him.

That wasn’t supposed to hurt him, but it did and he had no idea why, Gojo made sure he felt the same way towards her. Right?

“But,” he shrugged, putting his hands behind his head, suddenly feeling weird how he starts to notice every little things about her despite being married for seven years, “I don’t know, maybe you won’t-“ she cuts him off with a scoff.

“Are you kidding me? She sounds cool! Of course we’ll get along.” She reassured, giving him a grin before returning to read the reports. “You can tell me more, I like hearing your stories.” She said, quietly flipping through the pages.

He wants to. He wants to spend more time with her. But his phone vibrated in the table and his lockscreen was soon flooded with notifications of Megumi angrily asking where they were and that his adviser is looking for them because he stirred up another trouble with his schoolmates. “(Name), it’s five twenty pm.”

(Name) immediately look up at the clock, confirming he’s telling the truth and she gave him a tired look when he innocently smiled at her. “‘Toru we were supposed to pick him up by five! You know what happens if we forget him even for five minutes— I don’t want to face another screaming parent at me of how Megumi beat up their son’s ass.” Too bad, Megumi did actually beat someone’s son’s ass, that’s why the teacher told them that they should pick their son up everyday (making (Name) spluttered that they’re just guardians but she does absolutely love the fact they thought Megumi is their son. )to prevent more trouble from happening.

He can already picture (Name) scolding both of them in the car because he loves encouraging Megumi to stir more trouble, Gojo claims that “we used to cause trouble in highschool, what’s so different now?” To which his wife would pinch his arm and answer; “yes, we do, but we were in highschool!”

Putting his blindfold on, he placed his hand on his chest, feigning surprise. “You were distracted by my handsome voice and now you’re blaming me? Besides, you look cute when you got your nose buried in that report, it’s almost convincing how you act you understand it.” Gojo teased, laughing mockingly to annoy the wife when she threw the pencil at him, only for it to stop halfway because of his infinity.

(Name) huffed at him, grabbing her phone inside her bag to send a message to their “adopted kid.” That they’re running late, promising him that Gojo would treat them dinner later night.

“Unlike you, I have a sense of responsibility, you white haired crack.” She lifted the brown folder, throwing the phone inside her bag, “And this report I got my nose buried to concerns us— or you.” With that, she opened the folder to show him the papers inside, a picture of a highschooler looking tired in his highschool ID and disturbing pictures of injured men stuffed inside a locker.

“A sixteen years old boy is going to get executed in total isolation, apparently this guy injured his classmates severely with his curse, that’s you’re good at, saving young sorcerers, go do your thing tomorrow.” Gojo whistled at the sound of that, shoving his hands on the pockets of his pants, watching (Name) as she throw anything work related on her bag. “What’s his name?”

“He is your distant relative, Okkutsu Yuuta.”

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five thirty am prologue

author’s note.

warnings : mention of death, mention of killings

chapter one

“This is the only way I’ll be sure to protect you without them targeting your back: Marry me.”

“Don’t shackle yourself like this, ‘Toru.”

FIVE THIRTY AM

Gojo (Name) will always wake up earlier before her husband, Gojo Satoru, and find herself in the same exact intimate position every morning ever since the chaotic duo got married for the past seven years, where Satoru’s arms are wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his embrace, head buried in the crook of her neck, letting his soft snore muffled under her embrace.

(Name) would always reciprocate his touches because it brought her so much comfort and security in his arms she craves so much.

After a minute trying to wake herself up, she let her chin rest on the top of his head with her arms wrapped around his neck, stroking the soft white hair between her fingers because she loves how it feels to hold him like this, making Satoru snuggled up to her more, craving warmth every second that has passed.

Maybe this is one thing that’s uncharacteristic of him she likes him about the most, that only (Name) could see— he’s touch starved that he practically melts under his wife’s touch, seeking them every chance he gets when they’re alone.

(Name) naturally understand her other half of course, this man besides her always has his infinity on everytime the two step outside and the only way Gojo Satoru, the strongest, gets to rest is when they are behind closed doors. Humming to herself lightly at the thought, the woman could almost find it endearing and almost fooled herself to think he’s in love with her.

They could say they’re in love, but not in the way people think of their definition of love is just because they were married.

Gojo Satoru and (Name) love each other where they fool themselves they’re still in their highschool, acting as if they’re still young and joking around, pranking and such, never growing up from that phase. Refusing to grow up in the part of their lives love the most.

But to say they’re in love with each other so much where they share their mind, heart and soul? (Name) thinks it’s cute if he would do that for her, his wife, but she knows he wouldn’t and not one bit did (name) mind, it’s not very much like him if he would do that for his close friend who only married her because she’s only a blink away from death.

(Name) stopped caressing his hair and stared at the clock by their bedside, it says five thirty five am.

Right.

(Name) was supposed to be executed. She’s supposed to be dead— because she was framed of aiding Geto Suguru for killing one hundred and twelve people in his hometown, she could almost laugh in disbelief because she didn’t knew anything about her junior’s crimes yet.

She vividly remembered the night where she invited him inside her apartment to have some tea because he looked so tired. (Name) was so oblivious that she didn’t want to acknowledge his sudden change of demeanor and the off beat energy that surrounds him and she wished she had asked, almost every day the woman blames herself for letting him go down to a path he can’t come back.

“But what would change? I know him like the lines of my hand, he wouldn’t stop once he’s set onto something, I can’t even convince him to stop because we both knew. We both knew what he did was unforgivable and cannot be looked past.” She told herself, chest burns where she can still the stinging betrayal.

Pressing her lips against Gojo’s head and taking a long deep breath after that haunting memory, she continued to caress his white hair again that eased her nerves, the night came flashing in her mind of how exactly she’s alive right now.

One faithful day in March 2010, fresh out of graduation, (Name) was placed in Tokyo Jujustu High to become a teacher for the second years sorcerers, where she had her own office and everything looked so perfect, she was beyond happy to finally help young students because it’s been a dream of hers to change the future of the Jujutsu society but what goes through her mind was as she looked in the four corner room with tears threatening to spill is; “what a waste, and here I was excited to be a teacher.”

(Name) is going to get executed in the next 48 hours— now only have less than 30 hours. Sinking in her couch, she looked up in the ceiling, obviously defeated and spent that she couldn’t do anything about it, even her mentor, the man who took care of her she was a child, Yaga, accepted in defeat and she couldn’t exactly blame him, no matter how painful it is. (Name) is merely waiting to greet death as if they were old friends.

“I haven’t even gone to disneyland with Gojo yet.” Murmuring to herself, recalling the moment that she wants to go to Disneyland with him because of a stupid joke they had back in college. She stretched her limbs, hearing the joints make a soft crack before closing her eyes to relax one last time.

Three minutes in her slumber, a familiar presence chilled the woman’s body but she didn’t have to open her eyes to see who it was when they sat on the couch opposite of her, it’s funny how (name) memorized Gojo’s action naturally as breathing.

He didn’t say anthing but that piqued her interest more. “Hmm?” Cracking one eye open, she took note on how different Gojo is, his eyes looked tired just like that day and he’s frowning deeply, looking at her quietly, watching her every moves like a hawk.

“You just got dumped again, huh, ‘Toru?” She murmured, letting a small teasingly smile onto his way but he didn’t bother to smile back and this is how the woman knows he’s serious that she dropped her smile, (she mentally notes that you don’t fuck around Gojo Satoru if he’s dead serious about something and vice versa.)

He says her name quietly and she immediately straightened up in her seat, concerned when she heard how tired he sounds right now, eyes looking at his blue ones (she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses today.) “I know you didn’t helped him, you wouldn’t hurt non-sorcerers, and I won’t let you die because they failed to kill him.” He explained slowly, his words processing through her brain before nodding to let him continue.

“I won’t forgive myse—“ his breath hitched in his throat, eyes suddenly looking at the floor like it was an interesting thing before shaking his head, “you were just caught up in some trouble that doesn’t have anything to do with you in the first place and i’m not letting those old geezers have their way.”

Inhaling deeply, this was the first time (Name) saw him nervous, he reached something in his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, straight to the point, he wasted no time to let her know his intentions.

She stiffened and hold her breath at the sight before her, (name) knows what’s about to happen as Gojo flipped open the box, revealing a diamond ring between the soft black cushion, “since when did Gojo had that ring? That’s unlikely of him.” She thought, humoring herself as she thought of him looking at jewelry shop for diamond rings as if he was buying groceries in one Sunday afternoom.

“This is the only way I’ll be sure to protect you without them targeting your back: Marry me.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a demand.

(Name) couldn't hold her laugh, it brings no humor, only disbelief because she knew Gojo will do something about her situation but she didn't expect this. For forcing himself to settle down when they both knew he can not commit to a relationship, let alone marriage. This is like sending a huge middle finger to the higher ups and to his family.

Gojo? Marriage? For her? A grade 1 sorcerer who likes to cause trouble for others? (name) covered her face with her hand, a pained smile evident on her lips, tears forming in the corner of her eyes because she wasn’t prepared for the sudden help she’s receiving from the Gojo Satoru himself and with this sudden proposal. (Name) finds herself to humor that she wanted a proper proposal, like under the moonligt candlelit dinner and not on some lonely office before her execution, though it could make a great story to tell to the kids under Gojo’s wing; Megumi and Tsumiki. Seeing Tsumiki smile and Megumi uninterested look would make her day.

Stopping herself from her stupid thoughts when the man in front of her was serious, the guilt was starting to grow dreadful in her chest and she couldn’t help but allow her tears fall freely down to her cheeks, not minding one bit acting helpless in front of her junior.

It’s a pretty good plan, (Name) admits. If the two of them gets married, no one— not even the higher ups will dare mess with the strongest and the person he got married to because if they did, Gojo Satoru wouldn’t waste his time being a pacifist, he will destroy them if it’s needed, he’s just finding a reason not to obliterate them to dust and that reason is (Name). The woman he wants to protect. Yes, it’s a good plan but something ugly reared on her head that she forced to swallow a sob and let out a shaky breath.

“I know rebound is your thing, ‘Toru, but at least invite me to dinner first.” She jokingly said, but her voice wavered, chest tightening that she would almost forgot how to breath and somehow, it hurts really bad.

(Name) loves Gojo Satoru really, she loves him as a friend that you would ride and die for, go to jail with, the white haired man has done so much for her that she’s ashamed to show her face around him because she hasn’t repaid all the help he gave her, and now he’s doing such lengths again for her as if he’s not aware he’s going down with her.

When Gojo says her name again, her heart dropped to her stomach and that’s the second time she saw him vulnerable because this time he was desperate, he doesn’t need to say anything when his eyes on her could tell her everything she needed to know.

“Please,” she whispers softly, moving her hand to look at him, her eyes meeting his blue ones to show she’s okay, that she can put up with a brave façade and refusing to act weak around him because she knows he despised the weak, ‘at least let me go looking strong one last time for you.’ She wants to say but (Name) couldn’t find herself to lie to his face, not when they’re vulnerable to eachother’s presence for the second time.

“Don’t shackle yourself like this, ‘Toru.”

“Just this once,” he says, (name) could only let out a bitter frown when his voice goes quiet, his playful personality wasn’t present in this room, another lone tear streamed down her cheek when she looked at him because she’s scared for herself and what will Gojo do if they finally killed her off.

“He lost so much, what will finally push him to the edge?” She asked herself, the thought of him losing another love one was unbearable to think about it, she still remembers how broken he was when Geto Suguru betrays them. Is this his way of redeeming himself because he couldn’t help his one and only straying down the path he cannot pull himself off?

“Yes, maybe.” she thinks. It’s painstakingly clear as light of the day. Geto Suguru and (Full Name) were his closest friends, the ones who understand him when no one can and everyone will be damned if they took (Name) away, she knows that Gojo can’t imagine without her in this lifetime because whether they like it or not, (Name) had placed herself in his life.

The ring is now between his index finger and thumb, his other hand reaching out for her. “Let me protect you, I can’t lose you, anyone but you.”

This was surprisingly uncharacteristic of him but at the same time it’s so much like him to do this that she smiled, it didn’t reached her eyes but she smiled. (Name) reached out, her hand was shaking so bad because she knows what she wants and knowing the ugly consequences of it but is it so bad to be selfish of wanting to live and make more memories with her love ones? She wants to be save, he knew that and he will.

Her hand grabbed his delicately, his thumb caressing her knuckles attempting to calm her down because she was shaking so much, whispering words of encouragement, telling her that it’s alright, he’s right here, let him handle this. Gojo slipped the diamond ring on her finger and (Name) admires it and was genuinely surprised it fits her perfectly.

“You’re so cruel, ‘Toru.” (Name) meant differently when she uttered those words but for now, she’ll let her fate be at the palm of his hands and maybe soon, she’ll explain what those meant.

six a.m when the alarm ruined her thoughts.

Gojo groaned distastefully at the annoying blare of the alarm, eyebrows furrowing and forcing to pull away from her embrace to turn it off before snuggling up to her again.

They may not love eachother as a married couple but they do love to act intimate with eachother. As of lately, (Name) noticed he’s been clingy (not in a bad way, of course.) ever since he brought out the idea of spending time with eachother few months ago.

“We’ve been married for like— seven years? And we didn’t get to spend time together because of our job— hey! Stop giving me that look, I know! I know we don’t like eachother that way but I think it’ll be nice.” (Name) recalls how Gojo acted one night, a smile appearing on her lips at the sudden memory, the thought of Gojo genuinely helping her made her feel like the luckiest woman alive.

Ever since Fushiguro Tsumiki got comatosed around in April, (Name) starts to blame herself for not protecting Megumi’s older sister and would distance herself from her social cirle that her husband starts to appear on her side almost everyday that he brings her along to a mission or meeting that didn’t really require her presence— but Gojo doesn’t want to let his wife to be alone in a thought when she feels like she’s useless and he helped her get back on her feet. He really means it when he said he wants to protect her and that made her feel safe, something she longed for the longest time.

This physical touch of intimacy and his words of affection helped her, slowly building up her confidence and she couldn’t help but seek to him more and more.

Gojo started to run his thumb across her back as if comforting her, something he likes to do everytime they’re together and this made (Name) let out a small hum, her nails going down on his back, drawing circles and such. “Good morning to you too.” She murmured and tried to sit up, but he groaned playfully, he tightened his arms around her to keep her in place.

“Five more minutes.” Gojo grumbled and (name) lets out a hearty laugh, she pats his back softly, he really does love to act like a clingy husband, she loves it but if (Name) admitted that out loud, she wouldn’t hear the end of it that she can already picture Gojo with a shit eating grin and teasing her in front of their students.

“You can stay five more minutes in the bed, because i’m not, I have to cook for our breakfast and i’m starving! I went grocery yesterday because i’m tired of you taking me out almost everyday on a restaurant.” She complains, prying away from his arms and he still didn’t budge.

“Eh, we’ll try the new restaurant down the street.” He murmurs but that didn’t convinced her.

“New restaurant?” She teased, looking at Gojo who’s looking at her expectantly, a lazy smiled adorned his lips. He looks so ethereal, his white hair is all messed up but still manage to look pretty, he looks like he wants to get back to sleep from the way he struggles to open his eyes but she can see how it lits up when she gave a teasing smile. Pressing her forehead against his, she playfully poke his nose with her finger. “You just want to eat something sweet, so no, eat vegetables ‘Toru.”

The two of them noticed their innocent intimate act is natural between the two of them, as if they’re doing this for years, from the way he holds her hand, a rare soft smile plastered on his lips when she pinched his cheeks playfully. “Eh…” he pouted that earned another laugh out of her.

“You’ll live, ya big baby.” (Name) finally pried off his arms around her and stood up from their shared bed, making her way to the kitchen and ignoring Gojo’s soft whining about her needing to give him affection or else he would die.

What a drama queen, she thought. But that drama queen is her husband that she finds herself falling in love with but refuse to see it.

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