content tags: fluff, fluff, s’more fluff, cheek mooshing, cheek smooching, very in love w/ u gojo, helpmeidkhowtotag, thisismyfirsttimewriting
note: guys this is legitimately my first time writing pls bear with me TᴖT
inspired by Burning Rubber by: @junos-chronicles ☆
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The paddock is loud engines roaring, crew members shouting but right before every race, Gojo Satoru always seems… off.
Not nervous.
Just… low battery.
He’s leaning against the garage wall, eyes half-lidded, looking like the world personally drained him.
“Five minutes!” someone calls. suguru? he doesn’t know and doesn’t really care at the moment.
No reaction.
“Gojo, you’re up!”
Still nothing.
You hesitate, then step closer, tilting your head a little. “…you okay?”
His eyes slowly shift to you.
Pause.
And then..
“Oh.”
Like a switch flipping.
He pushes himself off the wall and walks over, not even pretending to hide it. Straight to you. Purposeful.
“Satoru? wh—”
His hand comes up, gently cupping your cheek.
And before you can process it
He presses a soft kiss against it.
Warm. Quick. Casual.
Your brain goes completely blank.
“???”
But he doesn’t pull away fully.
Instead, his cheek rests against yours, arms slipping around you in a loose, clingy hug. He exhales, like he’s been holding that in all day.
If there were a tiny battery above his head
it’d be blinking.
Charging.
“…what are you doing?” you mumble.
“Mm, recharging...” he hums, completely unashamed, nuzzling just a little closer. “Just a sec.”
You can feel it— the way he relaxes, the way his grip steadies, like something in him is actually refilling.
“…almost full,” he adds quietly.
You huff, but your hands come up anyway, resting against him.
“…you good now?”
A small pause.
Then he lifts his head.
Eyes bright again. Alive. That familiar, cocky spark back where it belongs.
“Ye :3”
You stare at him, completely Unamused.
“Did you actually just—”
“I’m recharged,” he says simply, like that explains everything.
From somewhere behind him “GOJO!”
He sighs dramatically, but he’s already stepping back, energy fully restored. Before leaving, he gives you one last quick squeeze like he’s topping off the last 1%.
“Stay right here,” he adds, grabbing his helmet. “I’ll go win.”
You roll your eyes, still flustered. “You better.”
This artwork is mine. Do not repost it somewhere, or claim it as your own. Reblogs are appreciated!
Maybe I’ll turn it into a series. It has become an obsession. Yes, I’ve probably watched too much Vikings and Vinland Saga for my own good.
[The Old Norse religion practiced something called Blót. It’s like a sacrificial festival held in honor of gods such as Odin, Thor, and Freyr.
Animals were usually offered, and their b!ood (hlaut) played a central role in the ritual. It was collected and ritually sprinkled over altars or the participants themselves.
Much of what we know about these ceremonies comes from medieval sources like the Heimskringla, written by Snorri Sturluson in the 13th century.
As for Choso, I feel like he’d be deeply obsessed with these kinds of b!ood rituals.]
immortal!Gojo who thought he was just aging really well at first, brushing it off when years passed, and nothing about him changed
immortal!Gojo who only started paying attention when the people he loved didn't look the same anymore, when familiar faces started wearing time in ways he couldn't, hands that grew rough and wrinkles that deepened
immortal!Gojo who laughed when it finally clicked, welcoming the idea of endlessness with open arms, because what could possibly be better than life without limits?
immortal!Gojo who moved through life however he wanted, wherever he wanted, because nothing could really touch him anymore, who stopped worrying about consequences and endings and anything else that didn't matter in the long run
immortal!Gojo who never stayed in one place for too long, letting cities and faces blend together in a blur, who picked up new things and dropped them just as easily, watching the world reshape itself over and over again
immortal!Gojo who accumulated wealth, made investments on a whim that turned into fortunes decades later, multiplied properties until money became so abundant it lost all meaning
immortal!Gojo who filled his nights with indulgence – expensive wine that burned pleasantly down his throat, silk sheets tangled beneath him, eager warm bodies that never stuck around long enough to complicate anything
immortal!Gojo who never cared whether those bodies belonged to women or men, only that they were there, only that they filled the space for a little while
immortal!Gojo who never asked for names and never gave his real one either, who figured out early on that attachment only ever went one way for him, who decided early on that love was something reserved for people with an ending, because attachment was a weakness that could only lead to something ugly and inevitable
immortal!Gojo who learned what grief truly felt like the first few times he overstayed his welcome, standing beside the graves of friends, watching them all fade into nothing more than a hazy memory
immortal!Gojo who realized that outliving people wasn't just painful, it was exhausting, who stopped letting anyone get close after that
immortal!Gojo who convinced himself that it was better that way, that if he never loved, he'd never have to mourn again, and for a long time, it worked
...until he met you
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immortal!Gojo who immediately noticed you without meaning to, in a place he shouldn't have stayed long enough to care about
immortal!Gojo who couldn't figure out why you didn't react to him the same way everyone else did, not used to being ignored like that
immortal!Gojo who came back the next day just to check if it was a fluke, who kept coming back after that, night after night, telling himself it was a coincidence, that he simply liked the atmosphere, the warmth, the way the place felt alive
immortal!Gojo who found himself memorizing the sound of your voice, the curve of your lips when you laughed, the way it all lingered in his mind long after the night ended, things he had no reason to care about
immortal!Gojo who stayed longer than he ever had anywhere else, who stopped thinking about leaving and started looking for you the moment he walked in, who noticed when you seemed tired, the way the candlelight sparkled in your eyes, when your hands lingered a little too long passing him a drink
immortal!Gojo who knew he was absolutely, irrevocably fucked
immortal!Gojo who fell in love without realizing it, somewhere in the quiet pauses between your conversations, in the way you never expected anything from him except his time, until it was already too late to undo
immortal!Gojo who let himself pretend, just for a little while, that he was something ordinary, who let you stay with him at night curled under the sheets, becoming too used to the feeling of you in his arms
immortal!Gojo who hated this curse for the first time in his life
immortal!Gojo who thought about ending it more than once, choosing his own fate, because living without you once more didn't feel like something he wanted to learn how to do
immortal!Gojo who stayed anyway because you asked him to
immortal!Gojo who sat with you through every stage of your life, watching you grow tired and fragile in ways he couldn't fix, holding your hands when they started to shake and wrinkle
immortal!Gojo who listened when you told him to keep living, even when he didn't want to hear it, who promised you he would, even though it felt like tearing himself apart
immortal!Gojo who held you in his arms as you died
immortal!Gojo who couldn't understand how the world could keep moving after that
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immortal!Gojo who left everything behind and disappeared somewhere no one would come looking for him, who built a life somewhere quiet, far away from people and noise and anything that might remind him of what he lost
immortal!Gojo who filled that empty space with the only thing he had left of you
immortal!Gojo who painted your face over and over again, covering every wall, every surface, every canvas he could get his hands on, thinking that if he kept going, he would never forget
immortal!Gojo who realized one day that it wasn't working
immortal!Gojo who couldn't remember your beauty and soul the way he used to, who kept painting anyway, breaking himself trying to get it right
immortal!Gojo who swore he'd never love again, even as decades passed painfully slow
immortal!Gojo who worked alone in his studio most days, dragging the soft brush across the canvas, who almost didn't notice the soft chime of the bell above the door
immortal!Gojo who stilled when he heard that familiar voice, a sound he hadn't heard in so long he almost thought he imagined it
immortal!Gojo who forgot how to breathe when he finally turned and saw your face again, watching you smile at him like he was just another stranger
immortal!Gojo who realized you didn't know him, and maybe, he didn't know you either
a/n: I've been feeling incredibly angsty after a bunch of my shit disappeared from google docs forever, so you guys can just sit here and suffer with me.
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