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The life we were never given

Summary: When Suguru Geto leaves Jujutsu High behind and disappears without a word, you are left alone with a secret he never got to know: you are carrying his child. Months later, surrounded by friends, students, and one impossibly devoted white-haired sorcerer, you find yourself raising your daughter in a place that slowly begins to feel like home. On a sunny afternoon spent watching a baseball game, you can’t help but notice the way Satoru Gojo looks after both of you—as if you were already his family.

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (T)

Content Warnings: Angst, Single Mother Reader, Implied Romantic Feelings, Unrequited Love, Gojo Satoru in Love, Geto Suguru Mention, Canon-Typical Heartbreak, Found Family, Parenthood Themes, Baby Character, Bittersweet Feelings, Comfort Without Romance, Emotional Healing, Gojo Satoru Being Soft, Alternate Canon, Reader Insert (Female Reader), Slow Burn Undertones, Domestic Fluff

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The early afternoon sun bathed the Jujutsu High School field in light, making the grass glow a deep green. The students’ shouts filled the air as the baseball game unfolded in utter chaos.

And, as always, Satoru Gojo wasn’t helping one bit.

“FOUL! HE’S OUT!”

“GOJO-SENSEI, HE’S NOT OUT!”

“HOW CAN IT NOT BE? I SAID IT’S OUT!”

“THOSE AREN’T THE RULES!”

Sitting in the shade of a large tree, on the bench not far from the field, you couldn’t help but laugh.

You held your daughter in your arms, shielded from the sun under a light pink blanket. Just three months. Three months since she had come into the world.

Three months since you’d realized that Suguru would never get to know her.

Your smile faded for a moment.

You missed him.

You missed him every day.

You missed him when the baby opened her eyes in the morning.

You missed him when she squeezed your finger with her tiny little hand.

You missed her when she smiled in her sleep.

Because every time, you wondered if that smile was hers.

If those eyes would become hers.

If she would have the same laugh as hers.

But he wasn’t there.

And he probably never would be.

That’s why you were infinitely grateful to those who had chosen to stay.

“I declare this game completely rigged.”

Gojo’s voice made you look up.

He was leaning on the baseball bat as if it were a walking stick.

His thin sunglasses reflected the clear sky.

His light blue shirt, left open at the collar, moved slightly in the warm breeze.

His dark pants fit him perfectly, highlighting his tall, slender figure.

He was ridiculously handsome.

And he didn’t seem to realize it.

Or maybe he did.

Knowing Satoru, he definitely did.

“Sensei! He’s cheating!”

“I’m not cheating.”

“He’s literally making up the rules!”

“It’s called creativity.”

You burst out laughing.

Gojo turned toward you immediately.

As if the sound of your laughter was the only thing that could truly capture his attention.

And there it was.

That smile.

The one that only appeared when he looked at you.

For a moment, the noise of the field seemed to disappear.

Then he approached the bench.

“How are my girls doing?”

“Your girls?”

“Of course.”

He crouched down in front of you.

“This one here is clearly my adopted daughter.”

He pointed at the little girl.

“She’s got all my good looks.”

“Fortunately not.”

“How mean.”

With surprising tenderness, Satoru brushed the little girl’s cheek with a finger.

The little girl’s eyes widened.

She stared at him.

Then she waved her little arms.

“See? She recognizes me.”

“She’s three months old.”

“Exactly. Already has excellent taste.”

You rolled your eyes.

But you were smiling.

Always.

It was hard not to smile around him.

Gojo immediately noticed that the baby was alert and calm.

“May I?”

You nodded.

You’d been watching him do this for months now.

And yet, it surprised you every time.

Satoru slipped an arm behind the little girl’s back and lifted her with a naturalness no one would have expected from him.

He cradled her against his chest.

Between those broad shoulders.

Those huge arms.

So big they made your daughter look even smaller.

He rocked her gently as he turned his attention back to the game.

“Yuta! Hit that ball or I’ll fail you.”

“YOU CAN’T FAIL ANYONE!”

“Just a detail.”

The little girl let out a little cry.

Gojo immediately looked down.

“Oh? Do you have something to say?”

He always spoke to her as if she were an adult.

As if they were having an important conversation.

“I see.”

The little girl waved a hand.

“You’re absolutely right.”

Another little sound.

“I agree. Panda is playing terribly.”

“PANDA ISN’T PLAYING!”

“EXACTLY.”

Your laughter joined the protests coming from the field.

And for a few moments, you forgot everything else.

The pain.

The longing.

The absence.

Gojo continued to rock the little girl as he watched the students.

With one hand, he held her against his chest.

With the other, he absentmindedly adjusted the little pink bow on her head.

A simple gesture.

Natural.

Affectionate.

As if he’d been doing it forever.

As if he’d been born to protect her.

As if he were born to protect both of you.

And it was at that moment that your heart tightened.

Because you knew.

You had always known.

Satoru had feelings for you.

You had realized it years ago.

From the way he looked at you.

From the way he worried.

From the way he had always stayed by your side.

Even when you hadn’t given him anything in return.

Even when your heart belonged completely to Suguru.

And perhaps it still belonged to him.

In a part that would never truly heal.

Gojo had never asked you for anything.

Never.

He had never crossed the line.

He had never tried to replace him.

He had simply chosen to stay.

To be there.

For you.

For her.

Always.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The little girl yawned.

Satoru smiled immediately.

“Someone’s sleepy.”

With infinite tenderness, he held her just a little tighter.

The little girl snuggled up against him.

And you felt your eyes sting.

Because it was a scene you’d wanted to see with Suguru.

A scene you’d imagined hundreds of times.

But fate had decided otherwise.

And as you watched Gojo under the summer sun, with your daughter in his arms and that gentle smile on his lips, you realized something.

Maybe the pain would never go away.

Maybe you would keep missing Suguru for the rest of your life.

But you weren’t alone.

And neither was your daughter.

Because Satoru Gojo was there.

And every day, he chose to be there.

Again.

And again.

And for that, deep in your heart, you would be forever grateful to him.

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Amid the ruins of Raccoon City, you find yourself taking a break with Leon, pretending that the world has stopped for a moment right then and there.

You look at him once, twice, three times, and those powerful arms, that chest, and those massive shoulders—you want to feel them as your own, wrapped around your body as if there were no tomorrow.

He lets out a deep sigh, sitting down on a step of some ruin, running a hand through his hair; you, with quick steps, walk toward him, take his hand out of his hair, look him in the eyes, sit astride his right leg, and start riding him.

Leon, looking at you questioningly, asked what had come over you at that moment, but he already understood everything and held you by the hips so you wouldn’t fall backward; in fact, he held you tight so your thrusts would continue.

You moaned so loudly, your pvssy kept rubbing against his pants, now covered in dust, as you brought your hands to his chest and then clenched your biceps.

You looked up at him and came on his pants, wetting them a little.

He grunted, holding you tighter, coming with you.

And when you realized that your panties were now completely soaked and so was his knee, you apologized, but he smiled at you, stroking your chin.

Finally, between your heavy breaths, you said to him, “I’m sorry, Leon, the thing is, with you I feel like a real slut. You’d make me do things I wouldn’t be able to do with anyone else.”

He smiled again, lowering his head, took you by the nape of your neck, and brought you close to his face, just a few centimeters away, and said softly, almost whispering: “You’re my slut, it’s different.”