✩ content ノsatoru gojo was not only your childhood best friend, he was your first love and you were his. however, a tragic accident happened to him when you were only twelve years old and he’d fallen into a coma. he woke up with no memory of the world—nor you ⟢ 1.5k
series m.list ◞ prologue ◞ one
c.w. childhood memories ◞ angst ◞ loss of memory ◞ etc
satoru gojo had been your best friend since the moment you were born—literally.
your mothers had been best friends first, the kind that planned everything together, right down to the due dates that somehow landed only four days apart. so while the other kids met their first friends in kindergarten, you and satoru were already close friends. you had the same play dates, birthday parties and the shared baths.
by the time you both were ten years old—satoru was the boy you loved more than anything in the world and fortunately for you..it was the same for him. neither of you understood it but that didn't matter. nothing mattered whenever you two had each other.
that afternoon was no different. you were twelve, the two of you playing at your usual spot in the park. you'd been playing around with the ball, kicking it around as satoru drew in that book he took everywhere with him. his hair was a mess due to the wind, white strands sticking up in every direction. he kept pushing it out of the way with his hand, grinning whenever his eyes met yours.
everything was perfect as usual until you kicked the ball a bit too far. it sailed pass him, rolling straight onto the road. you barely had any time to react as satoru sprang to his knees. "hey wait!"
"i've got it it's okay," satoru didn't hesitate—he never did. he was always there like a savior for you.
you rushed after him without thinking but you were too late. neither of you saw it—the car speeding down the lane.
honestly you didn't remember much afterwards..at least not visually. perhaps you've pushed it all the way to the back of your head but the sudden screeching sound of tires, his parents face and the sight of your best friend being lifted in a stretcher, completely still in a way he'd never been before never left your mind.
that was only the beginning however. the hospital practically became your second home. you weren't supposed to be there as much as you were but somehow you managed to be there almost everyday. you sat in the chair near his bed for hours, knees pulled up to your chest, watching the rise and fall of his chest. days soon turned into weeks, which turned into months and satoru made no progress.
the doctors kept saying: "we just have to wait."
according to them, the severe trauma and swelling gave him very slim chances of waking up. and of course, you blamed yourself—if you hadn't kicked the ball, if you had stopped him in time, if only it was you instead.
some nights you'd cry by his side, mumbling apologies and begging him to wake up. "i'm sorry..i'm so sorry satoru," you cried, voice cracking on his name.
"i didn't mean for this to happen, i should have been the one to get it..im so sorry."
other times you'd tell him random stuff about your day. "y'know..i saw that drawing you were doing before this happened to you. i can't believe you tried drawing me."
you smiled sadly, blinking away tears. your fingers threaded through his hair gently. "you're my best friend satoru..come back to me please. you promised, remember?"
unfortunately, satoru never answered or made progress. your birthday came quicker than expected, so did his and he wasn't there to celebrate. until however, another afternoon you sat there, half asleep, your hand holding his when the beeping sound of the machine shifted.
confused, you quickly called the doctors and nurses. his parents stood there beside you, frozen in fear—praying it wasn't bad news.
then, after what felt like forever, satoru shifted, his eyes fluttering open. your heart stopped, then slammed against your ribs so hard you could hardly breathe. you froze in surprise, tears of relief streaming down your face. his parents rushed forward first as you stepped back to give them space, after all you were only his best friend.
his eyes scanned the room, his expression blank. he looked at you, then his parents, then the doctors before frowning. confusion written all over his face. "...who are you?"
your heart sank at his words. was that a joke?
god you wished—you prayed it was a joke. but the doctors began to explain that this was normal, something about amnesia. you didn't understand their clinical terms but there's one thing you understood without a doubt—your best friend wasn't the same anymore.
regardless, you stood there with a smile, tears streaming down your face. it would be okay—you'd teach him everything about you again. everything would be okay. everything would be how it was before that accident.
it was almost humorous how the events turned out. nothing was the way it was before. his parents made the decision so quickly, no one told you. apparently it was for the better—for recovery, a new environment that wouldn't remind him of his trauma. you found out the morning they were leaving.
you stood there, held back by your mom as you cried, screaming satoru's name, repeating the promise over and over. "i promise you (name), we'll be together forever. i'll never leave you."
satoru sat there in the car, looking out the window without an ounce of recognition—without knowing the world he'd be leaving behind..who he left behind.
that was the last time you saw him. years passed by, the memory of him in the back of your head, a hollow space inside of you where your best friend used to fill.
eventually, you began to live without his presence there. but you never stopped blaming yourself for everything although it was pointless. there's no chance you'd ever see him again.
<3
"(name)? hello? are you there?"
you blinked, snapping out of your daze as you looked up to see your best friend—shoko, staring at you with a concerned look on her face.
"oh i'm sorry..what were you saying?"
shoko raised an eyebrow, leaning her elbow on the counter beside the register. her white coat was unbuttoned, stethoscope still hanging around her neck even though she had finished her shift at the clinic an hour ago. shoko always stopped by after work, claiming the coffee here was the best—in reality she just wanted to check up on you.
"...i was asking if you wanna grab dinner after you finish your shift," she says, looking at you with narrowed eyes. "you've been spacing out more than usual lately. are you okay?"
you forced a smile, giving her a nod. "i'm okay. i'm just tired, we've been swamped all week."
shoko doesn't look convinced by your words but she doesn't comment any further, glancing around at the quiet cafe. the late afternoon rushed had finally died down a bit, leaving her and a few others.
"hmm..well, are you coming or not? it's my treat. plus you've been living off coffee for days now (name), that's not healthy."
"i know sho..." you sighed. "i'll text you when i'm done okay?"
shoko stared at you for a moment longer before nodding. "okay."
the second she left, a breath you hadn't realize you've been holding slipped out. you focused your attention to the counter, wiping it down—although it was already clean, it kept your hands busy and limited your train of thoughts.
it's been years since that accident happened, so why would you think about that now..? why choose to pop up now?
truthfully, you had been different ever since. you'd catch yourself staring out of space, replaying memories you can't seem to ever forget. you shook your head, forcing the thoughts down once more.
satoru gojo was gone. he had a new life—so did you. you've made peace with that, or rather tried to.
suddenly, the bell above the door chimed. footsteps approached the counter, with a soft sigh, you smoothed your apron, lifting your head with the automatic customer service smile already forming. "hello! welcome to our cafe. what can i get you—?"
the words died in your throat, everything stopped. satoru gojo stood on the other side of the counter—your satoru. he was taller than you remembered, his snow white hair still the same, only a little longer. his bright blue eyes found yours, a polite smile on his face. he looked at the menu board, one hand loosely in his pocket, completely at ease.
your heart slammed so hard against your ribs you were certain he could hear it. your fingers went cold around the edge of the counter. for a second, your entire world seemed to tilt, the music playing in the background seemed distant. you couldn't breathe or move, all you could do was stare.
after so long, he was standing in front of you—having no idea who you were. "i'll take the black coffee," he said, his voice deeper than you remembered.
he titled his head when you gave no response. "i'm sorry, is there something on my face?"
his eyes found yours once more with a nervous smile.
: In which you show Inumaki how charming he actually is.
Toge Inumaki x gn!reader
| A Sorcery AU Drabble
♬: Good Looking - Suki Waterhouse
wc: 805
tags: fluff!!!, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, shoujo inspired, typical Inumaki awesomeness, no use of y/n & gendered words
a/n: Yes bcs I love Men I Trust. Me and the 7 other Inumaki fans cheered. Also, this is my first time writing an x reader so help i so nervous…
Inumaki never showed interest in dating or anything related to romance.
To others, loving someone is a blissful experience.
To him, loving someone would mean that he’d allow himself to become vulnerable.
And why is that?
His cursed technique wasn’t just an approach to exorcise curses. It’s a burden. Funny enough, it cursed him too.
He would never be able to express himself as normal people do, his words limited to mere rice ball ingredients. A simple joke could be detrimental to the course of a person’s entire life. Even the smallest, simplest things can alter someone’s fate and put them in danger—including himself.
That was until he met you.
You were something else, you did things no one ever thought of.
For example,
You often made sure not to leave him out of conversations.
After your paired missions, you’d sweetly offer him his favorite throat spray (that you bought on your own) for when he forgets his, showing that you actually worried about his health more than anything.
If you weren’t able to text him, you’d make sure to carry a notepad with you to make communication easier on his side.
You even tried learning sign language with him just so he wouldn’t continue to struggle with expressing his thoughts and feelings anymore.
He believed you were just being friendly, yes- that’s probably it. He just can’t handle the fact that someone’s actually willing to do those things for him.
However, if you were being honest to yourself, you may or may not have some ulterior motives…
You indeed did those things in a genuine, friendly way, it’s just right for someone to treat him nicely. He only deserves the very best!
But you also hoped that your actions would at least mean something to him. You wanted him to know that you cared, that you’re there for him no matter what.
So, to cut things short, you thought it was time to settle things once and for all. You’ll confess properly at the right time, in a respectful, confident, and orderly manner.
-
“U-uhmm… Hey? I- uhhh..” God, you were a stuttering mess.
“Kelp.” (Hello.) What were you doing in front of his door at this godly hour?
You took a deep breath as you pulled yourself together.
“Inumaki, I’m dead serious. I like you, and- I tried to make it obvious, y’know? Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t nice to you just because I liked you. Even if I didn’t have feelings for you, I’d still be kind. I like you a lot, Inumaki, and it’s totally okay if you don’t like me back. I understand…I mean- I literally just showed up at your dorm in the middle of the night, this must’ve been so sudden to you. You don’t have to answer me back. I’m sorry…”
“B-bonito flakes.” (No.) No way you just called him by his first name. And why are you apologizing?
It’s times like this where Inumaki just wishes he could talk normally. He wants to tell you so much, but he can’t. He thinks so big yet talks so little. So he does something unexpected to make up for it.
On a whim, he gently holds your hand to stop you from rambling.
With his other hand, he pulls out his cellphone and starts typing.
“Why? I can’t even talk to you properly.”
That’s just ridiculous! Like that’ll stop you from liking him.
“Wh-what do you mean why? I like you, okay! You’re sweet, kind, and- and funny. You notice things most people don’t. You’re hardworking and cute… I like the way your eyes look, the way your voice sounds. I also like how pretty your hair is- what I’m trying to say is, I’ve liked you for a long time now. If you think that your cursed speech is a burden to me, then think again!” You hold his hand tighter.
After a moment, he starts typing again. This time it’s much quicker. And his ears are pink…?
“I don’t want to lie anymore. I like you too. I just convinced myself so hard that you were simply being friendly and kind as you usually are.”
“W-what?! You do???”
“Salmon.” (Yes.)
“Then you should’ve told me! I suck at this...”
“Salmon.” (You’re right.)
“Uhh, you were supposed to say ‘Bonito flakes’? ”
“Bonito flakes.” (Nope.)
“Not like that- Whatever!”
You slightly pull the zipper of his jacket down to reveal his face.
Fuck he’s so pretty. He’s blushing so hard now.
You made contact with his markings by kissing them so lightly.
“Pretty boy. Hmm, can’t say ‘Bonito Flakes’ now huh?”
dividers: @designlikenonsense
a/n: I need more juice, bruh he’s js so cute ;( gege js forgot abt my boy!
a/n: I kinda dk how to write good fluff…lazy day today sorry;((
“...I can get used to this.”
Twenty-one minutes after getting sealed inside the prison realm, Satoru had figured out that it was going to take a while before he got out.
So he did what every normal person would do.
He settled in and reminisced.
“Yo! Satoru! Long time no see.”
God, it makes him so fucking sick.
He had 2 theories:
One, he was still the same Suguru that he knew, his best friend who turned into a genocidal curse user. He just grew more deranged and mad over time, causing him to no longer recognize his cursed energy.
Second, some disgusting ancient curse got a hold of his body and decided to use him as a vessel—a weapon.
He was leaning towards the latter.
He should’ve hidden his body better. He should’ve tried harder.
Did his mercy lead him to his own demise?
To be honest, he was a coward for not making sure that his corpse was properly disposed of.
But then again, none of this would have happened at all if he just paid attention to Suguru’s condition after Amanai’s death.
He should’ve cared more.
“Pff, all shoulda-woulda-coulda’s.”
But that was the point, was it not?
He had nothing to do but think—think about all of the regrets and fucked up things they’d gone through in this world full of bullshit.
He should’ve noticed that Suguru didn’t just lose weight; he should’ve known that the growing shadow under his heavy-lidded eyes wasn’t just from sleep deprivation.
Was he even a best friend to him at all?
What was the point of being the strongest together if he didn’t completely understand his other half?
Satoru was going to spend a long time inside the realm.
“I better not lose my fucking mind.”
Because someone already lost his.
dividers: @/enchanthings
a/n: Yeah cuz, Suguru lost his mind right? And his brain after… hehe
| A Sorcery AU Drabble ?
♬: You're Still The One - Shania Twain
wc: 810
tags: everybody’s an adult so ye they can drink legally, fluff, some crack, toji doesn’t exist in this universe so yeah no one’s clinically depressed, more on quality time with the gang so yay!!!
a/n: This idea came from uhh…a classmate of mine… shhh I just answered her request.
“Y-you… All of you! Out. Now! You’re banned here for the rest of your lives!” He yelled, seething in anger.
No freaking way they just got kicked out in the freezing cold…
“Dude… I wohnder if he~”
“SHUT UP SATORU!!!” They all shout in unison.
Just what could he they have possibly done to make the owner himself kick them out?
-
Approximately 11 minutes ago:
At 12:45 PM, the warm atmosphere of the izakaya booth they reserved for the night had already been transformed into a total disaster.
“Agh- I’m telling you shuguru~ it just makes senshe! Ijichi’s a virgin ‘cause he’s-” Satoru insisted, his voice much too loud—words slurred at the corners as he looped an arm over the poor man’s shoulder.
“Satoru, that’s the worst theory I’ve heard so far.” Suguru said, a lopsided, easy grin spread across that cunning face of his as he swirled the ice cubes in his glass.
Nanami just shook his flushing head. “Both of you, so childish...”
“Kento, quit acting like the booze isn’t hitting ‘ya!” Haibara butted in.
“Ah-ah, quit talking, ‘Bara. Hand me another beer.”
“Yesh ma’am!” He easily complied.
“Hngh.. I- just.. I love you guys!!! With the- hck- sole exception of Satoru Gojo, of course.”
“Shut up, wimp!” He screamed, in uh… an embarrassingly high-pitched way. How intimidating for the strongest sorcerer alive.
“You shut up! I’m not a wimp you- you blue-eyed demon! Your lightweight ass can’t even handle 3 shots, who’s the strongest now, huh?”
“Whoaaaaa look who’s talking, the wimp who only drank 1 can, and now she’s as sloppy as ever!”
“...Both of you are lightweights. End of discussion.” Nanami attempts to resolve them again.
“Kento, sometimes it’s best not to interfere. You know these two already, they never stop bickering.” Shoko reasoned.
“I second the motion.” Says a close-eyed Suguru.
“I…third?” Gosh Haibara, is that even a thing?
“Sloppy? You’re calling me sloppy now??? C’mere you-”
It’s almost ridiculous how Utahime can switch from being a sad, appreciative drunk to “I’m-gonna-bash-your-head-into-this-wall-if-you-don’t-stop-talking” drunk just because of Gojo.
Oh shit, Utahime just threw a fucking glass bottle right on top of his head!
“Y-you bitch!”
“Yeah! I-bitch. That’s what you get, you jerk. Hah.”
What’s that thing they say? Mess with drunks and you get…
Oh.
Satoru throwing the entire mahogany table at Utahime with unbelievable strength earned collective gasps from everyone.
And I mean everyone.
The other customers shockingly looked at them, the staff gave them tired, heavy sighs, and the owner, the owner…oh boy.
-
So yeah, that’s exactly how the six of them got kicked out of one of the most well-known izakayas in Tokyo.
So much for having a relaxing night out with friends.
Good thing Utahime still had her head intact.
“That’s bananas.” Haibara muttered. How is he smiling?
“I’ll uh… pay- the dhude…”
“You better fucking do. Dude, c’mon we just got banned! I’ll go with you, I can’t trust you being alone and drunk. Who knows if you’ll blast someone red for simply looking.”
“Suguru’s right. We should go too, Haibara. Goodnight, everyone.”
“Not really a goodnight, Ken, y’know- considering what just fucking happened,” Shoko claimed, still cringing at the memory of literal grown adults getting kicked out.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Goodnight guys! See you sober tomorrow.”
“Bye Hai-hai…” Utahime whispered.
They all said their goodbyes as they split apart.
Meanwhile, Utahime still wasn’t done with her shenanigans.
“Ha…hehehe..hihi~” Wait, why is she laughing? …Oh great. She’s a laughing drunk now.
“Mmmyeah, no, ‘Hime. I don’t get how you’re laughing at this.”
“Carry me.”
“Huh?”
“Carryyyy meee, Shooo!”
“...I thought you said you could walk?”
“That wash a long time ago.”
“Girl, that was 2 minutes ago.”
“Shuddup. Carry me.”
“Alright, alright.”
“And cover me. Ish cold.”
Shoko takes her coat off and covers Utahime’s frame with it. Next, she takes off her awfully painful high heels and loops her arm around her neck to carry her bridal-style.
“Haa… I gotcha.”
“...hihi”
“Quit giggling around.”
“Mmm. No, I like thish.” She nuzzles her head on Shoko’s neck, inhaling her sweet, comforting scent.
“You do?”
“Yesh…”
A few moments later…
“Sho, I think I love you.”
“Everybody loves me.”
“No, like, acshual, romantic lohve.”
“I- You’re drunk.” And yet, she couldn’t particularly hide the growing pink on her ears.
“Yeah, I am, But ish true! I’ve liked you for a long chime now, since we were young… but I hide it becaush I don’t know if you’ll feel the same.”
She doesn’t stop there.
“I tried meeting and- liking other people but… you’re shtill the one, Sho.”
“Hime, can you… can you try telling me this tomorrow? When you’re sober. I’m-”
“Mmkay… I will, hihehie~”
“Just- promise me you won’t forget, alright?”
“Promishe.”
“And ‘Hime?”
“Hmm?”
“For the record, I’ve been loving you too. It’s been a while now.”
: In which Kasumi Miwa dreams about what could’ve been.
Kokichi Muta (Mechamaru) x Kasumi Miwa
| A Sorcery AU Drabble ?
♬: My Kind of Woman - Mac DeMarco
wc: 871
tags: Angst, hurt/no comfort, unestablished relationship, mechamiwa doom, possible ooc+errors
a/n: The trend “I’m slowly forgetting your face” but Miwa never even saw his LOL
“What kind of person is your type?”
If you simply asked Kokichi this question, he would probably say:
“...Someone kind, hard-working, and sincere.”
But if you really asked him, he’d say:
“Someone like Miwa. She’s soft-hearted, humble, and diligent. She acts with genuine normalcy despite being in a complicated environment. She’s the most compassionate person I know, and…
I only want to be with her.”
-
The meadow awoke beneath a gentle veil of mist, every blossom glittering with fresh dew. As the morning sun crested the land, golden light pierced through the early fog, igniting the petals into a dazzling sight of colors. A soft breeze swept through the tall grass, making the field ripple as a tapestry stretched across the earth.
It wasn’t a robot that she was chasing. It was a man she couldn’t thoroughly picture.
Strangely enough, she knew him.
“Mechamaru! Wait- hah… slow down! I can’t catch you- EEK”
She falls face-flat into the ground. The sight of her struggling to keep up made him slightly giggle.
“Oh- are you alright?”
Still facing the ground, she raises her left arm and points a thumbs-up.
“Here-” He offered a hand to pull her up.
“Agh- pleh, ‘Maru, why the heck do you run so fast!”
“Well, it is a good day for running you know?”
His gaze traveled all across the field until something so peculiar caught his eye.
“Miwa, come take a look at this.” He called her over, walking towards it.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“…A gifu-cho, it’s a swallowtail butterfly that breeds only in the early spring woodlands. Sadly, it’s endangered now.”
“How pretty…”
“Mhm.”
“But it kinda makes me sad—not just the endangered part- I heard butterflies don’t live for long, they become so pretty for a couple of weeks, and then they just… die.”
“Ah, you’re right, but that’s the beauty of it.”
“Hm?”
“Good things don’t usually last long.” He states, not quite looking at her. That’s odd.
“How so?”
“Come to think of it, we jujutsu sorcerers are alike. We spend the early years of our life trying to perfect our techniques, some pass away in the process, some reach their maximum—but from that moment on, they’re to be met with even greater threats.”
“...It’s a good thing I’m weak then, is that selfish to say?”
“No, not at all.”
“But ‘Maru, you’re strong. I don’t want you to go yet, just stay as you are.”
He sighs with content. “...Miwa, I don’t think I tell you how beautiful you are enough.”
“H-huh? What?!”
“You’re one of a kind. You have all the good traits someone could ever ask for in a person. If I didn’t have my heavenly restriction, I would have really liked seeing you every day.”
“I- then what if… what if I just go and see you myself?” She argued.
“I wouldn’t allow you to do that, it’s too dangerous for the both of us.”
“But I wanna see you!”
“And I want to be with you, but I can’t. If I did, I won’t last.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“To bypass my heavenly restriction, the least I can do is to make a binding vow with someone who can transfigure my soul—most likely a special-grade curse. It is impossible. I shall be executed once I commit treason.”
His voice started to distort, figure melting away—losing definition. She tried to reach out to him…
“Hold my hand!”
But her fingers only closed around a sickening cold, empty, air. His already unrecognizable face vanished into a smear of light. The once-vivid world they lived in collapsed into mere shadows sucked into a void, only leaving behind the lingering ghost of the person she couldn’t have.
“Please don’t say goodbye!”
No.
No, no, not this again.
Shit.
Her consciousness returned not all at once, but in heavy, fractured pieces. Her eyes burned with tears as she stared at the dark ceiling, unable to tell if she were truly awake or still trapped in the horror.
The sound of her own frantic breathing was the only thing grounding her feet to reality.
It was the same, every. single. night.
It would start dreamy—something straight out of a romance film. Them running across the sunset beach, enjoying hot yakisoba date nights, sharing ice pops, eating soft ice creams at the waving heat of summer, and then, without a warning, the world would start collapsing into an endless void, pulling the life out of everything—ending in a nightmare.
He was beautiful, albeit lacking a face. She could always feel the calmness that he brought. His voice soothing her worries, assuring her in every way he could.
Now, as she sits up—sweaty and jittery, all she could ask for is the comfort that only he could bring.
I’m sorry, ‘Maru. I can’t fulfill your wish. She hugs her knees drawn up to her chest as she tucks her face down.
How could she be happy if her only true wish was to be with him?
dividers: @viviansturns
a/n: I just remembered the line "In another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you." from EEAAO. And yea I know it’s not really “reverie” I just thought that it would be a cool title forgive me
I don't know why but is it just me who's having troubles about only being able to write JJK fics? I actually hate myself for it because despite having consumed all these beautiful pieces of media, my brain decides that I could only write for JJK. Like i've watched tons of shows and movies with wonderful characters BUT WHYYYY CAN'T I WRITE ABOUT THEMMMM
it's probably because I fixated on JJK so much since I was 11
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