putting pink bows in JJK mens hair 🎀
characters: Gojo, Choso, Sakuna, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Yuji and Megumi
Gojo lives for the drama. The moment you hold up a pink bow, he gasps like you proposed.
He sits in front of you, vibrating with excitement, kicking his feet like a schoolgirl as you clip bows into his hair. When you’re done, he snatches your phone and takes 87 selfies, spamming the group chat.
Gojo: "Feeling cute, might obliterate a city later idk."
He shows up to work the next day with the bows still in his hair, strutting through Jujutsu High like he’s on a runway. Nanami pretends he doesn’t know him.
Choso blinks slowly when you ask, like he’s buffering. “You... want to put what in my hair?”
He lets you do it, though. Sits completely still, eyes locked on you the whole time like you’re performing brain surgery. When you show him the mirror, he just tilts his head.
He doesn’t take the bows out. Not during training, not during meals — not even during fights. Yuji watches in horror as Choso beats a curse into the dirt with pastel bows flopping around.
You must have a death wish. The SECOND you approach Sukuna with a bow, he’s sneering.
“Touch me with that, and I’ll rip your arms off.”
You pout. “I thought you were supposed to be a king. Aren’t kings supposed to wear crowns?”
His eye twitches. Ten minutes later, he’s sitting on his throne with four bows in his hair, arms crossed, murder in his gaze. “If you tell anyone, I’ll level a city,” he growls.
Geto smiles when you ask, leaning down so you can reach his hair. “Whatever makes you happy, love.”
He watches you with soft eyes, completely unfazed as you turn him into a pink, fluffy masterpiece. When you finish, he glances in the mirror and hums.
“I look like a villain with a hobby.”
He casually strolls into a meeting with his cult followers, giving a serious speech about their next attack — with ribbons bouncing around as he talks.
Toji stood, stiff as a board, as you placed the pink bow in his hair.
He stared at his reflection, then at you. "This a joke?"
You smiled sweetly. "You look adorable."
Toji scowled, fingers twitching like he wanted to yank it out. "I’m not some kind of toy."
But when he noticed you waiting, he sighed, rolling his eyes. "You owe me for this," he muttered, but didn’t take it off.
He’d never admit it, but... maybe it wasn’t that bad.
Nanami immediately says no. Absolutely not. He is a grown man.
Cut to five minutes later, and he’s sitting stiffly in a chair, jaw clenched, letting you clip bows into his hair while staring at the wall like he’s in a hostage situation.
Gojo FaceTimes him the second he finds out. Nanami hangs up. Gojo calls back. Nanami hangs up again. By the fifth call, he answers, deadpan.
“Do you ever think about the mistakes you’ve made in life?”
Gojo screams with laughter.
Yuji is ecstatic. He practically jumps into your lap.
He wiggles like an excited puppy as you clip bows into his hair, grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. When you’re done, he FaceTimes Megumi, vibrating with excitement.
Megumi hangs up immediately. Yuji calls back. “Don’t ignore me!!!”
He shows up to training covered in bows, cheerfully drop-kicking a curse into oblivion while pink ribbons bounce around like confetti.
You pout. He sighs. “No.”
You pull out the ultimate weapon: big, watery eyes. Megumi stares at you, visibly sweating, fists clenching and unclenching.
He slumps in front of you, soul leaving his body as you pin bows in his messy hair. He refuses to look in the mirror. Refuses to acknowledge what’s happening. Gojo, however, appears out of thin air with a camera.