ᥫ᭡. how the jjk men would express their love for you .ᐟ .ᐟ written with fem!reader in mind.
gojo satoru ✿ gift giving — spoiling you with material items
satoru is a man that appreciates the finer things in life, and that sentiment extends to you when you’re someone he loves dearly. expensive luxury clothing, high end jewelry, fine dining, even silly souvenirs that he buys when traveling. anything he sees that he believes you would like, or even that just makes him think of you, is yours without a second thought. this also rings true if you happen to be out together and something captures your eye for a fraction of a second, it’s yours without you having to utter a word about it.
this is something he derives genuine joy from doing, because he’s sharing something he personally loves with you. if you didn’t like it or told him to stop all together he would listen, but a part of him would surely be crushed. he only wants you to have the best things that life has to offer, it’s what makes him feel the most content; knowing that as long as you’re with him you’ll never have to “want” for anything.
geto suguru ✿ words of affirmation — verbal expressions of love and complimenting you regularly
unlike his best friend, suguru is someone who believes the ultimate expression of love is just…telling you so, often. speaking from the heart and reassuring you of his unwavering feelings comes as naturally to him as breathing. he’s a man who is very emotionally intelligent and demonstrates such by easily knowing how to communicate how he feels. even in moments where you’re doing the most mundane thing, he’ll gaze at you quietly while you do it and the words just slip out as if he were cast under a spell.
it doesn’t just stop with him telling you how much he loves you, he tells you how beautiful you are just about everyday. whether he’s complimenting your skin, your hair, your clothes, aesthetic effects you put on, you hear it frequently. you also know without a sliver of doubt that he means every word, and that he never grows tired of letting you know.
nanami kento ✿ acts of service — making your life as practical and easy as possible
kento is a very reliable individual, as well as a seemingly natural problem solver. if you’re feeling stressed and disorganized about your finances? tell him so he can create a spreadsheet for you. something in the house has stopped working? he’s a handy man, he’ll fix it himself. need to vent? he’s all ears and will even give you advice if you want it. a second opinion? he’ll readily give it, even though he knows you’ll follow your first mind anyway.
if you’re feeling overwhelmed in your work life, he’ll try to make your home life as cushy as he can manage. he’ll pick up more of the house upkeep to ease your load, or even do it himself all together. even though he’s just as busy as you if not more so, it’s worth it if it helps you relax. kento will even convince you to take time off so he can plan a getaway for you both, anything to make you feel happy and at ease.
higurama hiromi ✿ quality time — making space for you when his schedule allows
working as a lawyer was a demanding job, one that took hours and hours of his life away from you most days of the week. so, whenever hiromi had downtime outside of his work he was quick to spend it with you. it didn’t matter what exactly you did, you could both rot in bed all day and it would still be the highlight of his whole week. he valued his time in general, you didn’t get it back once it was lost. he especially valued his time with you and held on to every second that ticked by. even if all you were doing was streaming a series he didn’t particularly keep up with beyond his days off with you.
when you weren’t lounging at home he planned dinner dates wherever you both could fit them. at home you normally ate dinner separately due to your schedules, so these moments were always a good opportunity to talk about your week and spend that intimate time together. it usually led to you both turning in to bed at the same time later to sleep, another infrequent thing that he never took for granted.
kamo choso ✿ physical touch — clinginess but not overbearing
choso always has to have his hands on you, whether its holding your hand, keeping an arm around you, cuddling, or slipping his arms around you to hug you from the back. he’s always touching you in one way or another, he can’t help himself and he always hopes he isn’t being a nuisance when he does it. he loves the calming effect it gives him, to feel the texture of your skin against his or pick up your scent when he nuzzles into your neck. it’s almost cathartic, and he doesn’t know what he would do without it.
in general he likes to be in your presence, even without touching you directly. Standing so close that you brush arms or hands, sitting so close you brush legs. sometimes he’ll even make smaller gestures, like casually linking his pinger finger with yours. his personal favorite is when you nod off and end up resting your head against his shoulder or on his lap, when that happens he doesn’t want it to end.
fushiguro toji ✿ quality time — comfortable silence shared between each other often
often times, toji is a man of few words and that didn’t change where it concerned you. however, where usually his selective communication came from not wanting to waste his breath, with you it was a more silent comfort. he was the type of man who expressed care not through compliments or loving words (though you still got those as well), but through physical proximity in the absence of casual conversation. even knowing what you need without having to ask.
he was also the type to remember small, physical details about you that you yourself probably didn’t think of often. like the types of food, drink, or snack you didn’t like. your favorite fragrance, the type of makeup you like if you wear it. he’s observant when it comes to you, and he always likes to catch you by surprise by offering these small things you think he wouldn’t know about.
sukuna ryomen ✿ words of affirmation — knowing just the right words to express his feelings in the smallest ways
ryomen spoke with an archaic elegance naturally, one that gave the quality of a time long passed. any words he spoke to you had the air of a poet in love and it never failed to fluster you, much to his amusement. even in regular conversation, anything you said that struck that cord would cause the words to flow out of his mouth like second nature. it was never too much, never a shakespearian monologue of how he felt, but always a passing comment that made clear where you stood with him.
sometimes he enjoys writing out his feelings in the form of notes, to leave by your bedside anytime he woke before you and had to leave. they were always the perfect way to start your morning, something to energize you for the day. you find them incredibly sweet and you keep them, but he swears if you show anybody he’ll stop writing them for you. you know that isn’t actually true, he loves writing the notes more than you do reading them. you still humor ryomen and tell him its your secret anyway.
animated divider created by @/chrisssiren. I tried to make these even in length, which one was your favorite? :)
summary: The day your son is born, Jujutsu Society shifts in a way that hadn’t been felt since December 7, 1989. This unfounded phenomenon shakes the higher-ups in such a way as to consider the unthinkable, and they receive a visit from your furious husband who intends to set the record straight.
contains ♡.°୭ - zenin!reader, fem!reader, angst, comfort, new dad!gojo, short-lived bliss as new parents, higher-ups being paranoid/unreasonable, talks of killing a newborn, threat of governing body’s demise, wc of 3.2k
December 1, 2008
You lied on a futon, hair damp and sweat slick against your forehead. Sunset hadn’t yet reached the horizon beyond the walls of the Gojo estate, so the morning sun glistened in through sheer curtained windows and illuminated the white walls in an almost holy light. An ambiance that matched the occasion almost intentionally, as it was paired with a clear sky and crisp winter air. You’d been in labor for what felt like a full day, but in reality only several hours. With Satoru by your side and a final big, strenuous push you heard the wails of your newborn son bless your ears as he entered the world; but immediately felt something not quite as explainable with words.
You felt what you could only describe as a shift, something altering in the air as soon as your son drew his first breath. The fine hairs on your body stood on end, your heart skipped a beat, and it felt as though a flame lit in the pit of your stomach. It was over almost as soon as it started, your son’s cries slowly fading as he was thoroughly cleaned and swaddled by your midwife. You and Satoru eyed one another curiously as your son was eventually, gently, placed into your awaiting arms. His tiny, curled fists rested against his rosy cheeks, and there was a gentle rise and fall of his chest as he stirred in your hold.
“Am I crazy, or did it feel like my fight or flight kicked in for a second?” you asked your husband, puzzled.
“If you’re crazy then so am I,” was how he responded, because he had in fact felt it as well. “Something feels different,”
“What do you think it could be? Something outside?” There was a barrier surrounding the entire compound, and another surrounding the very wing of the estate that you were currently in. If something or someone were trying to enter here you both—or at the very least the clan members stationing the boarders of the property—would’ve known for certain.
Satoru shook his head, wiggling one of his fingers through your cooing son’s clenched fist. “I don’t think so, that didn’t feel like a presence.” At least, not in the typical sense. It felt like something similar, familiar even, but not quite the same thing. “But in a strange way I recognized it, like I’ve felt it before.”
You stared down at your son and took in the tuffs of hair on his head, matching in color to yours, as you stroked one of his soft cheeks with the back of your finger lovingly. You took in the innocence of new life in your arms, a small smile tugging at your lips, before you answered Satoru. “Where would you have felt it?”
“Not sure,” he said with a shrug, a smile absentmindedly curling onto his own cheeks as he finally felt a grip on his finger. “But I know I have, it felt familiar.” He still felt his body buzzing from it even.
“My apologies, Lord Satoru.” your midwife (who you’d yet to dismiss) said, bowing her head lightly. “I do not mean to interject but…this feeling you mention has in fact happened once before in our time, when you were born.”
“When I was born?” Satoru parroted, then shook his head. “No, that can’t be, that would mean…” he trailed off as his gaze fell back upon his son, whose eyes remained closed while he continued to coo.
When Satoru was born the very balance of jujutsu society was altered to accommodate his overwhelming presence, an attempt to bring back some semblance of order that had been disrupted. His birth had marked a new golden age for sorcerers, the first time in four hundred years someone with his traits had entered the world; something that only manifested once in a very long while. At least, that was how it was meant to go. The Six Eyes, as understood in the institutional memory of your society, was something the world produced rarely and specifically. Almost as if the very fabric of the universe weaved and regulated its emergence.
Within that metric, what the midwife was implying couldn’t—or shouldn’t—have been possible. But you both felt it, and now you were delicately coaxing your newborn to open his eyes and prove you all crazy. To show you that what you felt had been nothing more than a passing chill or something else in the air of no further concern.
You were both left stunned when his long lashes fluttered and eyelids slowly rose to let peek bright, glittering blue eyes.
Within a matter of days word had reached Jujutsu Headquarters, the highest governing body of your society ran by the oldest generation still of this Earth. Men who were steeped in tradition and centuries of institutional superstition dressed as doctrine. To them the news of two Six Eyes bearers existing simultaneously wasn’t just unprecedented, it was a blatant violation of the very established pattern they’d built their entire worldview around.
The world simply did not produce two of something this powerful without reason, and reason within their framework meant portent. Through the eyes of the higher-ups this was an imbalance being corrected by the universe, an incoming disaster (or much worse) requiring an equally disproportionate response to accommodate. Satoru had already destabilized their power structure before by being uncontrollable, a second Six Eyes bearer (especially one born to two powerful sorcerers) could very likely prove a threat—one that was compounding.
They gathered for an emergency meeting as soon as they could, one that deliberately excluded Satoru. Whatever plan they fell on to ease the shift depended on presenting him with a decision already reasoned into inevitability, before he was given any chance to derail the conversation.
“That child is a genetic anomaly!” one of the higher-ups exclaimed. “A bad omen forewarning us of an impending doom that could’ve only been brought on by his birth.”
“I must agree,” another chimed in, “Why else would the world make another right now?” What could be coming that would warrant this type of response?
“The real, pressing question is what will be done about this unforeseen circumstance?” questioned another elder, “We must come to a decision with haste. Is this something that can be prevented despite the boy’s birth, or are we fated to a potential societal collapse?”
“I move that we get ahead of the peril and pacify this destabilizing variable while we still can.” one callously said, no hesitation to be found in his voice. “The cons far outweigh any pros that could come from his entering this world, keeping him alive is far more trouble in the long term than it’s worth.”
The euphemism itself (pacify) was a stark example of how this institution operated, even within an environment that only included internal communication did they refuse to call it exactly what it was. Language that stripped itself of the plain fact that they were now discussing killing a newborn simply because he rattled their sense of cosmic order. A true show of the lack of awareness and discretion they do so insist they possess, mere panic dressed up as procedure. A group of men who spent decades functioning off of institutional survival and passing it off as wisdom.
“Yes,” another nodded, “Surely that would set the universe back into its natural state, and prevent whatever incoming catastrophe we would otherwise face the brunt of.”
“It is likely the only way,” another agreed, “It would be foolish to choose an infant over our society at large, there are potentially far more lives at stake comparatively.”
There was a short chorus of affirmation before one of them spoke again. “Now, we must decide on how to inform Gojo Satoru of—”
Before he could finish he was interrupted by the double doors keeping them closed away from the outside blasting inward off their hinges. Slowly, Satoru strolled in with his hands lazily resting in his pants pockets. His round, blackout shades slid off the bridge of his nose to allow a sliver of his eyes—a familiar florescent blue—to just barely peek out from behind the top rims. The sounds of his footsteps cut through the silence that had abruptly filled the air when he’d blown down the door, and he exuded calm when he stopped in the center of their shoji circle. This calm was nothing to be duped by. He radiated the specific air of a quiet menace the world had learned to fear more than his brash counterpart.
As a way to control the framing, one of the higher-ups recovered quickly. “Gojo, we are in the middle of a very important summit. This is not a conversation we wished to have with you present—”
“You were going to have it about my son without me present,” Satoru subtly corrected the implication. “I want you to sit with how that sounds before you say anything else.”
A lower-tier official tipped him off. Someone clearly smart enough to know ambushing him with all of this after the fact would’ve been catastrophically worse than telling him beforehand. Or, at the very least, trying to survive a possible fallout by not being complicit in said ambush. You were at home still recovering from your labor, and here they were holding a meeting about a baby—his son—no more than three days old.
Nobody answered him immediately, the weight of the room shifting in his favor.
One of the higher ups, traditional in tone, spoke to reason with him. “You very well understand the historical precedent, two Six Eyes bearers has never—”
“Has never happened before,” Satoru interrupted again, “Yeah, I’m aware, I was kind of present for the part where it happened.”
“This is not a matter of jest, Gojo! The implications—”
“Please, enlighten me!” He clapped his hands once, loud and ringing across the room to silence the elderly man. “What exactly are the implications of a healthy baby being born to two consenting, married sorcerers? Walk me through this so called disaster, specifically.”
Another of the higher ups, the oldest and one willing to name it, spoke next. “Redundancy is not created without cause, something is being answered by this boy’s birth. We do not yet know what, but precaution demands—”
“Precaution demands…what…” he trailed, removing his shades and slipping them into the front collar of his shirt. His eyes were now on full display to pierce through whatever sense of bravado the old men in the room thought they had remaining.
“Murdering an infant because you don’t understand something?”
At that question their blood ran cold, it was clear that he’d overheard what was discussed before actually entering the room. While not expressed through words, they feared how long he’d truly been on the other side of that door.
The higher-up who spoke before him cleared his throat, a futile attempt to shake the nerves that began to rattle. “Pacification isn’t—”
“Say the actual word,” There was no raise in his tone or volume, instead it dropped colder than anyone in the room had heard from him in years. “Instead of hiding behind a phrase that lets you sleep at night. If you’re gonna have the gall to sit in a room and deliberate whether my son lives or dies, the least you can do is that.”
Nobody dared to say it, and the silence was its own answer.
Satoru took this as his chance to continue, and his voice was deceptively calm as he did so. “Let me explain something to you…you’re worried about an omen. A pattern disruption, a made up boogeyman.” he laid out plain as day, “Something so abstract and unproven that it makes you uncomfortable, all because it doesn’t fit a framework built by a group of stubborn goats who died centuries ago.”
Silence wafted in the air, and as such Satoru continued to speak his case.
“I’m not abstract, and I’m not a pattern you can theorize or dissect from a safe distance. I’m the single most powerful sorcerer currently alive, and you’re proposing in a room I was intentionally uninvited to kill my son.”
“We understand that as a father you feel—”
“Oh no,” he laughed, but anyone who knew better knew it wasn’t one of amusement. “These aren’t feelings, this is basic math. There’s like, what, six of you in here right?” he asked rhetorically, counting the surrounding shoji screens with a point of his finger.
“Right, so let me put this in a way you can understand. If I put hands on any of you, you won’t survive me. I’ll tear the throats out of anyone who voted yes and delete whatever’s left of this institution’s authority that makes that vote viable to begin with; all before you even realize what happened to you, within not even a full second. I’ll let you decide how short that is.”
Nobody spoke again as the air felt like it’d grown ice cold, which was disappointing to him. Normally they were quick to argue him down, where had that energy disappeared?
“That’s not a threat, I’m clearly laying out exactly what’s going to happen to you if you cross me. Just so no one can claim later you didn’t know what the repercussions were.”
The room was as dead silent as it had been since his warning began. Even the most hardline of them viscerally understanding that Satoru was not exaggerating.
However, Satoru was also no fool (no matter how much he liked behaving like one). He knew the threat of violence alone wouldn’t be enough to stave off any of them eventually going behind his back. He was smart enough to know fear based compliance bred resentment, secrecy, and eventual desperation. It worked in the moment, in this room. It wouldn’t work later once someone decided the results were worth the consequences.
So he shifted tactics, willed himself to soften his demeanor as he also made an argument they could hold onto politically. “But if you wanna frame your irrational paranoia as precaution then fine, let’s talk precaution.”
No one responded straight away, almost as if they thought it a ruse. But, eventually, someone accepted his offer and decided to hear him out. “What say you?”
“A second Six Eyes bearer raised and trained properly, loyal to this institution instead of alienated by it from birth.” he motioned, “That’s not a disaster, it’s the greatest asset jujutsu society has ever been given the chance to cultivate. You’re so busy being afraid of what you don’t understand, that you’re willing to throw away the only real leverage you have against what actually scares you.”
Curse escalation, dwindling sorcerer numbers, weakening sorcerer birthrates, the later being the exact decline the institution had been silently panicking over for decades.
“Kill him and you will’ve destroyed an asset for no reason other than superstition. Let him live, protect him, and in twenty or so years you have two of the most powerful sorcerers in recorded history. Ones willing to at least work with this institution rather than against it.” Assuming they weren’t given a reason to hate the higher-ups first, they were skating on paper thin ice as it is and had been for years.
Faced with the prospect of immediate personal terror and a reframed political argument that allowed them to save face, the higher-ups’ decision came easy. “The matter will be…tabled. Indefinitely. The child will not be subject to any pacification measures.”
“Glad you see it my way,” Satoru nodded, “One more thing before I leave.”
“…Yes?”
“This conversation doesn’t happen again, ever. Not in six months, not in six years, not when I’m in a position where I can’t immediately show my face here again.” He was making himself abundantly clear. “If I even so much as hear a whisper of this being reconsidered, I won’t wait for a formal meeting to respond. Understood?”
Not a soul dared argue, and that was answer enough for him.
If it were up to Satoru he wouldn’t have told you what happened straight away. Not because he intended on prolonged secrecy, but because he desired a few minutes of you not knowing a room of people discussed whether your son should continue life. However, as always, you noticed something was off with him as soon as he teleported back into your shared home.
“What happened?”
Hearing your voice, watching you cradle his son against your chest, he decided in that second honesty was what you deserved. “The higher-ups were talking about Shizuo.”
Protective instinct flared inside you as you went still. “Talking about him how?” you asked cautiously.
He sat beside you on the sofa and was very direct, no softening the truth as you never wanted that from him. “They were scared,” His voice was soft, quiet. “Two Six Eyes bearers doesn’t fit their preconceived idea of how the universe is supposed to work. They were trying to frame it as an omen, and they were discussing…neutralizing the threat.”
Your body tensed and your hold reflexively tightened around your baby boy. “They wanted to kill our son…” Your voice was a quiet gasp, and your eyes slightly widened in disbelief. You obviously knew the higher-ups were low, but how could they be so far gone they’d consider something so inhumane?
He nodded, “Yes,”
There was brief silence between you, then cold and precise you asked: “And what did you do?”
“I made it perfectly clear what would happen to them if they moved forward with it.” he answered, “Then I gave them a more diplomatic reason to back down and save face. Fear alone can’t hold forever. I’d rather they be strategically inclined to keep him alive, rather than too scared to try something today.”
You carefully shifted Shizuo to look clearly at his face, something raw in your expression as his doe eyes trained directly into yours. “So this is what he was born into? A system that looked at him when he was less than a week old, and calculated whether he was worth keeping.”
“Yeah, it is,” Satoru answered honestly.
You sat with that for a few seconds, silently coming to terms with the fact your son’s life had a value placed on it before it could truly begin. “Then we make sure he never has to know how close that was.” you decide on, staring down at the boy who was now nodding off to sleep. “Not until he’s old enough to understand without it breaking something inside him.”
“Agreed,”
You looked up at your husband, not exactly with softness but something steady between you. The familiar partnership reasserting itself even now. “You threatened to kill the entire governing body our society is built on.” you recapped.
“I sure did,” Satoru said, almost too proudly.
You weren’t much better, as you quietly, with an almost ghost of dark humor, said: “Good,”
Satoru’s relationship with the higher-ups had long been marred by his general contempt for their authority. After today, his loathing calcified into something closer to open, permanent distrust. He reasoned he would comply with the institution when it suited his purpose and dismiss it entirely when it didn’t. This moment, more than any other, would serve as the reason to why.
summary : You always noticed how…large toji was. In ways that were obvious or mundane, and ones you deliberately looked for. You always noticed and you couldn’t help it, couldn’t get enough of it either.
content ♡.°୭ - reader implied to be on the smaller side, mdni, smut, fingering, penetrative sex, size kink coded, established relationship, toji is a big boi, probably a tiny bit sadistic too, but reader is a tiny bit freaky so it’s ok, not proof read, wc of 1.4K
The most obvious thing about Toji was his height and build: a hulking six foot two inches high, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscle. His large frame, naturally, had been the immediate thing you noticed about him back when you first met. You were out at the market on an errand, and had been trying—unsuccessfully—to lift a forty pound bag of food you wanted to buy for your pet. You’d probably looked pathetic trying to lift that heavy bag off the shelf, but you liked to buy them big to make the food last! Just when you thought you would have to give up and shell out money for multiple smaller bags, you’d felt his presence; even before you heard his voice.
“Having trouble there, doll?”
You turned around and jumped a little in your skin when you saw a hard shirt covered chest in your line of sight. Letting your eyes drift upward you saw the handsome face attached, a small scar on the edge of his mouth and midnight hair that framed his face. Surprised, and a bit intimidated, you sputtered out that you needed the dog food, but that you could just buy a few of the smaller bags with no trouble (albeit for more money). Toji assured you that that was mere nonsense and demonstrated as such, when he lifted the bag as if it weighed nothing and put it over his shoulder. He’d asked you if there was anything else you needed, you told him you didn’t want to burden him and would ask a clerk if you needed help.
“Let me take you out and it’ll be no problem at all.”
After you began officially dating was when you started noticing other things, like how he’d have to bend down in order to kiss you. Sometimes he liked to tease you by standing up straight as a board, and telling you if you wanted a kiss so bad you had to come up to him.
“Think of my poor back, babe, making me do all the work like that.” When he wasn’t even bending that far.
You, much to his amusement, always jumped up and clung to him tightly for security and kissed him as much as you wanted. Toji, ever the gentleman, always supported your weight by holding your thighs or butt. Wouldn’t want you to fall, would he?
His hands were another point of great size, especially in contrast to you. Whenever you held hands his would swallow yours up, and other times you’d laxly hold a few of his fingers in lieu of the whole thing. Sometimes when you were relaxing at home you’d toy with his fingers, trace yours over the tendons and veins you saw in his hand, or compare the size by holding yours up to his. He found it cute, how your eyes would practically sparkle as you inspected something he normally didn’t give a spare thought to.
“You look curious, sweetheart.”
You were, you were curious as to how one finger would feel if he penetrated you with it. Or if you’d be able to take more than two. How deep could they go? How fast would he be able to move them inside you? His hands looked very strong and nimble, so you could probably guess and be very correct. But, for now, all you did was smile and tell him about how pretty you thought they were—which wasn’t exactly a lie.
Whenever you both lie down to sleep, he normally cages you in his sturdy arms while he spoons you. You slot almost perfectly, comfortably, into his body and his chin rests on the crown of your head. He holds yours around the middle, not too tightly but firm enough that you know you aren’t going anywhere the rest of the night. You like to hold him back and feel the firm muscles of his forearms as you brush your thumbs against them. It almost serves as a comfort as you nod off into slumber, content in your position.
There are the rare times when you get to spoon him instead, when he’s too tired after a long day to even turn you both around. During these times he lets himself surrender to slumber instead, while you get to admire the broadness of his shoulders and muscles of his back as you slowly wait for sleep to whisk you away after him. You imagined leaving crescent shaped marks behind from your nails, what scratches would look like against the smooth skin as you lightly run your fingers along him in thought. His trap muscles, down to his scapulae, down his spine, to his tailbone, then all the way back up the path that you made. You hear him give a relaxed, content hum as you do but you’re sure he’s asleep.
You rested gainst Toji in his lap, sat right in between his thick thighs and against his firm torso, any time you two streamed a show on a lazy day. You’d feel the rumble of his laughter reverberate off of your back any instance something funny happened. You’d noticed how far his legs stretched past yours when you laid them flat against the bed, and how much bigger his feet were compared to yours.
You felt one of his hands grip your hips tight as you shifted in his lap for the nth time, you were acting restless the entire time you’d been watching tv and it was beginning to become a problem—one you felt right below your bottom.
“You’re real shifty today, hun…almost like you’re doing it on purpose.” he smirked, “Hope you aren’t trying to start something you can’t finish.…”
That was how you ended up here, with his pants and underwear pulled down around his thighs and your hand around his leaking dick. It felt heavy in your grip, and it throbbed as you lazily pumped it up and down with a twist of your wrist. His girth prevented your fingers from closing all the way around it, and the sight made arousal soak your panties more than they already were. You bit your lip when a deep groan left his mouth at you swiping his cock head with your thumb and fondling his full balls with your free hand. Before you could even think of trying to fit him into your mouth he flipped you both around to swap places.
Now he was pumping his middle and ring fingers inside of you at a pace that felt unreal, knuckles deep and nudging what felt like the deepest parts of yourself. You couldn’t even speak, the only thing leaving your mouth being cries of pure ecstasy as he looked down upon you in satisfaction. A wide grin stretched across his cheeks, amused, as he watched you buck and writhe as if trying to escape from him.
“You thought I never noticed, did you?”
He shifted his hand to abuse that special spot inside of you, and you began to see stars as you were now hurdling towards your high. Just as you’d guessed before his fingers reached parts of you yours never would have, and the stretch was divine.
“All the casual touches, the way you stare at me when you think I’m not looking, how you play with my hands.” he continued, “Fuck, you’re such a naughty little thing, angel…if you wanted me to fuck you dumb you should’ve just asked.”
He was more than happy to oblige, especially once you finally reached an earth shattering high with a scream of his name. His fingers didn’t even let up, almost spurred on by the intensity of your orgasm to work you into overstimulation. The sight of fat tears beading at your eyes, and your hand helplessly clutching at his wrist made him bare his canines in gratification. Only when your eyes started rolling back and your tongue lolled did he finally pop his fingers out of you, for them to then be replaced by his girthy cock.
The stretch felt too good, better than you could’ve imagined it would, evident by how you immediately locked your legs around his back and clutched at his shoulders. He caged you with his body, resting his forehead against yours and practically baring his soul into your own through unwavering eye contact. His pace, much to your delight, was unforgiving and it didn’t take very long for you to cum for a second time. The intensity of Toji’s thrusts remained consistent and resolute, even while feeling you clench and spasm around him. It was clear that he wasn’t going to cum any time soon himself, and that’s when you knew you were in for a wild ride.
By the time he finally emptied himself inside of you, you got to see an eyeful of what those scratches looked like. Angry red against his pale skin, cascading down his meaty back and across his wide shoulders. Though, you missed plenty of spots, but that could be fixed.
Thought my first smut writing here would be for gojo, only for it to be toji lol.
ᥫ᭡. I just got done reformatting the text on the writing I’ve posted so far, I think I like the small text more than the standard kind. Another thing I’m glad I did now instead of later lol.
hii! you can call me bree or dreamy, either one is fine by me, and i’m american (of afro decent). my favorite color is pink and i love roses. i’m on the cusp of being a late level millennial/early level gen z, and i was born in the summer. i think astrology is cool, so of course i have to plug in my placements: ☀︎ cancer ⏾ virgo ↑ capricorn
𝐈. favorite anime
old school: dragon ball series ⁞ sailor moon ⁞ yu yu hakusho ⁞ cowboy bebop ⁞ samurai champloo ⁞ full metal alchemist brotherhood ⁞ death note ⁞ bleach ⁞ naruto ⁞ one piece ⁞ inuyasha ⁞ hunter x hunter ⁞ code geass ⁞ michiko & hatchin
new age: jujutsu kaisen ⁞ attack on titan ⁞ my hero academia ⁞ chainsaw man ⁞ gachiakuta ⁞ dan da dan ⁞ bungo stray dogs ⁞ yashahime
𝐈𝐈. favorite non anime
powerpuff girls ⁞ avatar the last airbender ⁞ courage the cowardly dog ⁞ american dad ⁞ blood of zeus ⁞ invincible ⁞ x men 97
𝐈𝐈𝐈. favorite video games
pokémon ⁞ animal crossing ⁞ story of seasons ⁞ stardew valley ⁞ splatoon ⁞ legend of zelda ⁞ monster hunter ⁞ persona ⁞ resident evil ⁞ silent hill ⁞ mass effect
𝐈𝐕. favorite music artists
beyoncé ⁞ rihanna ⁞ queen ⁞ ariana grande ⁞ bts ⁞ newjeans (rip) ⁞ justin bieber ⁞ doja cat ⁞ meg thee stallion ⁞ the weeknd
a fun fact about me is i’ve been writing as a hobby online ever since i first entered high school, so for a pretty long time now. i started on fanfiction.net, then migrated to ao3, now here i am on tumblr. ♡
ᥫ᭡. dad!toru headcannons .ᐟ .ᐟ written with my au in mind
dad!toru was hard to picture as a father, given how he could be a grown child himself, but the sight of him with his babies never failed to pleasantly surprise people.
You have a son and daughter that he considers to be his biggest achievements in life, if he has anything to say about it.
dad!toru lets them spend their time at Jujutsu Tech while you and him teach your classes, on days when their lessons finish early.
Usually they’re spending it with third year teacher!Geto since his only two students are on suspension. 💔
He’s their god father though so their company is never unwanted.
dad!toru is a very affectionate father, but it shows up differently for each child.
Not because he loves them a different amount, but because he loves them enough to acknowledge their differences.
dad!toru who’s biggest love language with your son, funnily enough, is training him.
When he was growing up he had multiple instructors from the clan in regular rotation teaching him.
He usually didn’t see the same face more than a couple times, especially because of how quickly he was learning.
That doesn’t leave much room to bond with anybody, so it means a lot for him to spend that quality time with your boy.
He inherited the Six Eyes, so he doesn’t have to learn about its function through trial and error like Satoru did either.
You usually handle teaching him the mechanics of his technique itself since he inherited it from you.
You also train him in bōjutsu, so the only other thing that leaves is training him in physical combat.
Doesn’t take it farther than your son can handle (it wouldn’t be a fair fight), but still far enough to keep him on his toes and learning.
They snack in between matches and laugh about stupid videos they saw online.
dad!toru and your son also have shared curiosity.
Usually in the form of questioning the different ways their techniques react or respond to each other.
Or what would happen, in theory, if they combined them.
One afternoon at home you find the two surrounded by dozens of papers, in the room your son gets tutored in.
The papers are absolutely covered in equations, in their attempt to get the math right before they field test. It’s been hours.
They’ve been at this since after breakfast and haven’t eaten lunch lol.
dad!toru and your son are also competitive with each other.
Nothing malicious, of course, but very playful.
Who finishes first, who solves something faster.
Who can land the cleaner hit, who can catch the other off guard.
This is bonding.
dad!toru who absolutely spoils your daughter rotten.
Your son isn’t as impressed by material items as his sister, which is fine by Satoru. Just means more for her!
Buys her all the dolls, stuffed animals, figurines, and other toys a little girl could ever dream of.
Will pay top dollar for the biggest dollhouse he can find. Big enough that your daughter could probably live inside it, and he’d put it together himself.
Or try to at least, he’d inevitably ask for your help.
Will splurge on high end designer clothes, even more than he does for you.
She has a huge walk in closet full of expensive clothing she can’t even get through wearing before he’s buying her more.
Crazy since she’ll outgrow it all within a couple years.
But he’s not complaining and neither is she!
dad!toru shows his love in more thoughtful ways as well, not just spending money on her.
Your daughter has a very vivid imagination, and created an entire imaginary kingdom that she’s queen of.
He helps her create a list of rules and regulations that her citizens (her stuffed animals) must abide by at all times.
It’s very serious business.
“When at a royal tea party, put your pinky up before sipping.” “The Queen gets first dibs on any confectioneries before her subjects.”
He also helped her decide who her royal adviser would be.
It ended up being Tomb Raider Barbie because “She looks serious, so you know she’ll do a good job.”
dad!toru also helps her train her cursed technique after it manifests.
She’s only a year in, so he’s easier and gentler with her compared to your son.
Mostly just exercises to train her cursed energy control, but she’s a very quick learner!
Had Yaga make Tsukamoto for her to passively practice with after she got extra good at steady flow.
Now he’s like her baby and she cuddles him to sleep at night.
dad!toru has thousands of pictures of them in his phone, all from different stages in their lives.
Most of them are candids.
Some are also blurry from him not waiting for his phone’s camera to focus first.
dad!toru who dies a little inside when he has to go on a mission that takes him away from you all for an extended period.
Or even when he’s doing so many back to back that it may as well be the same thing.
dad!toru who’s daughter is always first at the door to greet him with all the hugs and kisses he could want.
Which means she’s usually the first to receive some of the candied goodies he comes home with.
Your son will hover around and pretend he’s too “cool” and “grown up” to have missed him that much.
But he and your son both know he did.
Never says anything, just ruffles his head and playfully asks if he gave the tutor a rough time.
Your son nods his head when you aren’t looking and Satoru high fives him for it.
dad!toru in general is a very laid back father who lets his kids get away with whatever they want. You’re at least strict enough to balance them out.
dad!toru tries to make sure they grow up with as normal of a life as he can manage in your guys’ position. He hopes he’s actually doing as well as he thinks he is.
It’s not easy, he can’t always be around and he can’t make too many promises in fear they’ll end up being empty.
But your children (and you) will always be his number one priority no matter what. He’d give up his life in a heartbeat if it meant your children got to live full ones, and he’d do so a million times over if he had to.
dad!toru is a man who just really loves his family.
summary : Your husband, Gojo, gives you the run down on a boy whose body now inhabits the King of Curses. While debriefing where you go from there, you point out how he seems to have a penchant for adopting troubled, orphaned boys.
content ♡.°୭ - zenin!reader, fem!reader, husband!Gojo, talks of death, empathizing, light banter, the higher-ups suck, Gojo the secret softy, dialogue heavy, fluffy towards the end, wc of 2.5k
June 2018
A young pink haired boy, specifically 15 years old, was currently passed out while tied to a chair in Jujutsu High’s isolation chamber. Talismans littered the walls, and the ambient light source came from the dozens of lit candles that were intentionally placed around the room. Satoru sat in front of the boy in a chair while you stood beside him with your arms crossed, mildly confused.
Satoru, as chipper as ever, had just gotten done detailing to you who this boy—Itadori Yuji—was and how he’d ended up in this predicament. The predicament being? Secret execution as ordered by the higher-ups, for the crime of now housing Sukuna Ryomen within his body.
“Let me see if I’ve got this correct,” you said, resting your fingers on your forehead. “Megumi traced a special grade cursed object, one of Sukuna’s fingers, that he was tasked with retrieving to this boy’s high school.”
“Sugisawa Municipal High,” Satoru highlighted, “Correct,”
“Said boy’s friends had the finger in their possession and planned to undo the seal on it at school during the nighttime.”
He nodded, “They did,”
“Afterwards, the intensity of the cursed energy ruminating from it attracted curses of varying grades, and put them in imminent danger.”
“Mhm,”
You pointed at the still unconscious young lad. “Megumi got there in time to exorcise most of them and help save his friends, but was overpowered by a curse he missed. In which Itadori was forced to eat the finger to save him.”
Satoru clapped once, “And now to keep the rematerialized King of Curses from potentially killing millions, the higher-ups want Itadori dead.” Not that he was happy about that, of course. “That’s the whole story, sweets. At least the important bits.”
Immediately you pinched and pulled at the flesh of his cheek, hard, causing him to yelp. “You could’ve told me all of this before I got here!” you exclaimed, thoroughly vexed. That at least would’ve given you a window to process all of this in the time it took you to arrive. Alas, your husband wasn’t known for thinking ahead.
You immediately let go of his cheek and he was quick to rub at it, an attempt in vain to soothe the searing. “You’re cruel…” he faux cried. “How would I tell you? Over text?” Composing himself, he continued. “That’s not exactly a text message conversation.”
“That’s exactly a text message conversation for a sorcerer, Satoru!” you argued.
He considered that, rubbing at his chin in thought. “…Alright, fair.” he conceded, but all you did was sigh.
Silence wafted through the air for several beats before you spoke. “How is this kid even alive? Eating something like that should’ve destroyed his body.”
Satoru nodded, “Definitely, the probability shouldn’t have been in his favor…that’s for sure.” he concurred. “Even with him miraculously surviving, he regained control of his body and suppressed Sukuna no problem. He even swapped places with him again when I asked.”
“When you what?!”
“Details, hun.” he brushed off. “My point is: even with him surviving that much cursed energy pumping into his body at one time, his consciousness should’ve been totally consumed by him.”
You hummed, then nodded. “You’re right, and you’re sure this is just a regular high schooler?”
“Now, babe, I’m the last person you need to doubt when it comes to this stuff.” he lightly scolded. “He’s got no technique. The cursed energy coming off him is strong but that can be chalked up to his new tenant.”
“Well something still doesn’t add up,” you said, resting a hand on your chin in thought. “There has to be something that kept him from feeling the brunt of any negative effects, or was he truly just that lucky?”
“Sometimes luck is all you need.”
You nodded, considering it, but that seemed too easy a conclusion. However, at this point there was very little use in dwelling on it. “Well I guess it doesn’t matter either way, since he’ll be executed soon.”
“Not quite that soon,” Satoru countered, wagging a finger. “I told them killing him outright would be a waste.”
“A waste?” you parroted, intrigued.
He nodded his head as confirmation. “Yes, a strategic waste.”
He went on to now explain how Sukuna still had nineteen other fingers out there somewhere. Yuji’s body was clearly capable of housing him securely and that was far from a liability, no matter how paranoid the higher-ups may have been towards it. This was the first real chance they had at containing him permanently, rather than killing Yuji now and delaying the inevitable.
Instead of executing him now, they track down the remaining fingers and execute him once he consumes them all. That was the alternative Satoru had given them.
“So your argument was utility, not him being innocent?” you questioned.
You could practically feel his eyes burning through his blindfold to look at you. “I made an argument that would sway them in my favor.” he corrected. “You really think a sob story about how he’s just an innocent kid who doesn’t know what’s going on is gonna move them?” Especially when they’ve already written him off as a danger.
You hated it when your beloved made sense. “He’s the only tool we have to solve a problem that’s been unsolvable for the past thousand years, that’s the only thing that makes sense to them.” he said, beginning to rock in his chair.
“So eating all the fingers to put Sukuna back together, then going through with the execution are the terms they agreed to.” Saying it out loud made it sound worse.
“That’s the condition,” he reaffirmed, “It’s not a pardon, but it’s a stay.”
“He’s only been bought time, instead of freedom.”
“That’s the best that can be done on such short notice. A trial by usefulness instead of an immediate death sentence.” He stops his rocking, “If he’s useful enough, if he can do enough good within that time…” He gives a humorless shrug.
“Then maybe they’ll change their mind?” you ask, feeling hopeful.
“Or maybe they won’t,” he mused, a more realistic assumption. “Either way, I’ll take what I can get now and figure out the rest as it comes.”
You gave a hum, acknowledging his words. You knew as it stood that this was the best outcome for Yuji, but it was all so unfortunate all the same. “He doesn’t know his days are numbered.”
“Nope,”
“We’ll have to tell a teenager that he’s been given a deadline instead of a sentence, as if that were a mercy.”
Even without seeing his eyes, something tired and conflicted flickered across his face. Rare, for him, and not easy to miss by you. “I know how it sounds…” He shifted a little, someone who didn’t know him well enough would’ve missed how he deflated for a fraction of a second.
You rested a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It sounds like the best you could do in room full of people who’d already decided the outcome before you could speak your case.”
You could feel the tension in his shoulders ease a little. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it was.”
Leaning down to be more level with him, you slid your hand across his shoulders to lay your arm around him. “I’m not upset with you, you know?” you reassured gently. “I’m upset about the situation, there’s a difference.”
“I know,” the corners of his lips twitched up into a smirk, before breaking out into a full blown grin. “But I need you to hear the whole thing before you fully decide how upset you are, because there is more.”
Of course there was, you expected nothing less.
“I’m making this kid my direct responsibility, through direct supervision.” he confessed. If anything went wrong, if Yuji somehow lost control and Sukuna took over permanently, if anything went sideways it would be on Satoru.
“I put myself in the chain specifically so I’d have leverage against the higher-ups, to keep them from deciding on a whim that their minds have changed and they kill him anyway.” he expressed.
“So you’re making yourself be a shield.” you paraphrased.
“I’m making myself the reason it’s inconvenient to kill him,” Satoru corrected, “A different thing entirely, but something that amounts to the same protection.”
You took several beats to mull over what he just said, then landed on a singular conclusion. “This is very like you, you know.”
“Not following the higher-up’s every command?”
“Well yeah, there’s that,” you snorted. “But what I mean is troubled boys with nowhere to go somehow crossing your path.” Or Satoru making it his mission to find them, whichever happens first. “Is this all not reminding you of a certain someone?”
Okkotsu Yuta, one of your students from the second year class who’d been taken in by Jujutsu High and held captive in this same room just last year. A boy once haunted by the tethered spirit of his childhood friend Rika, that manifested as a monstrous cursed spirit who protected him against his will. Despite begging for the death the higher-ups had wished to sentence him, Satoru offered an assisting hand as alternative.
Satoru had him enrolled into the school, where he’d quickly learned how to control Rika in order to help protect others. He’d given hope to a boy who thought it died a long time ago. He helped him see the light at the end of a tunnel that never seemed to end, when letting the execution process go as planned would’ve been the quicker solution.
You would’ve done the same but Satoru had the political power to actually bring it to fruition unlike yourself, fortunate that.
“It’s ringing a few bells,” Satoru teased. “All he needed was proper understanding of what he was dealing with, not death. The kid had a lot of potential, he just didn’t see it yet.” Evidently neither had the higher-ups, the old cowards.
“The second example of the bleeding heart you swear you don’t have,” you teased back. “There was also Megumi,”
The son of a disgraced member of your clan—Toji—who died by Satoru’s hand following the Star Plasma Vessel’s assassination. Toji, in his dying state, had told him about how Megumi was going to be sold into the Zenin clan within the next few years. He’d left what to do with that information in Satoru’s own hands.
“You had no real obligation to reach out to him, but you did it anyway.” you recalled, absentmindedly stroking his upper back.
“You’re gonna die on that ‘bleeding heart’ hill, aren’t you?” he sighed.
“I will if you keep proving me right,”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “You know better than me what growing up in the Zenin clan is like.” he stated pointedly. “Not exactly a family friendly environment.”
“You’ve got that right,” you sighed as well. “But caring that much about the wellbeing of a boy whose father you killed?”
“First of all, he stabbed me in the throat and practically gutted me.” Satoru defended. “Anything I did after that was basically self defense. As for Megumi…the kid didn’t ask for this life.”
Another rare moment of vulnerable honesty, and a prime example of why you called him a bleeding heart. Instead of bringing it up again, however, you resolved to let him speak.
“And because he didn’t ask for it, it wouldn’t have been fair for him to be sent off to a place he’d grow up miserable. With a family that didn’t see any value in him beyond his inherited technique.” It would’ve been cruel, and needless cruelty wasn’t much his style.
What he said, whether he knew it or not, rang true for Satoru as well. Being a Six Eyes bearer with the Gojo clan’s inherited technique of Limitless, he was always heralded as being the pinnacle of a Jujutsu Sorcerer and for what he could do for society at large. Never just Gojo Satoru, always the strongest. It was always so isolating, and a scant few saw him for anything beyond that; you being one of them.
“You know what I think?” you asked.
“Hm?”
“I think you saw different parts of yourself in all of these boys, and resolved to help them in ways you wished someone could’ve helped you.” you deduced.
Satoru, a bit taken aback, sat with what you said for a quarter of a minute. Then gave a half hearted, though still genuine, laugh. “How did this turn into a therapy session, sweetheart?”
You smiled, then leaned over and pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. “You didn’t call me a liar.”
“No, I suppose I didn’t.” He smirked, then with more energy put a finger up. “But tell anybody and I’ll deny it!”
“Of course, Satoru.” you conceded.
Silence wafted among you for a brief period again before you leaned back up straight, turning your attention back to Yuji. “You know, he’s going to need more than just a stay of execution and a scary teacher with a blindfold.”
Satoru turned his head up to look at you, a signal to continue. “He’ll need someone to explain what’s happening to him like he’s a person, not a contingency plan.”
He smiled, “I’m glad you said so, it’s the second biggest reason why I called you here.”
“The second?” You quirked an eyebrow, “What’s bigger than compassionately explaining an execution deal to a teenager?”
His lips practically curled into a cheshir smirk as he drew hearts in the air with his finger. “Seeing my wife’s gorgeous face,” he purred. “I haven’t seen you since we left the house this morning.”
You, completely caught off guard by the tonal shift, blinked then shook your head. “You’re completely impossible, you know that?” you scoffed. Though you weren’t unaffected, given the heat that traveled up your neck and settled into your cheeks at hearing it.
“You love it~”
“Shut it!”
Satoru laughed in amusement, and you couldn’t fight the smile that formed on your face. The tension in the room was easing just slightly, the way it always has between you, even in the worst circumstances.
In an attempt to quickly change the subject you redirected focus to Yuji. “How long until he wakes up.”
Satoru’s laughing ceased abruptly, almost as if on command, and he crossed his arms. “Should be soon, he’s stirring already. Has been for the past minute.”
You divert your attention back to the tied up boy, and right on cue a small groan escaped him as he was regaining consciousness. You straightened up more than usual, approaching Yuji—while still leaving appropriate space—then leaning down and resting your hands on your knees for support. Satoru remained in his seat, physically slipping back into practiced ease as he watched you wait for the boy to become fully aware.
When Yuji’s eyes did finally crack open, and his vision focused, he was greeted by the sight of your face leveled with his own when he lifted his head.
With the same calm, steady voice you used whenever one of your students was struggling, you greeted him warmly. “Itadori, it’s a pleasure to see you’re alive and well.”
summary : Your first day at Jujutsu High along with fellow first years Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. A very simple one, but important all the same.
content ♡.°୭ - zenin!reader, fem!reader, reader has a sad home life, reader’s name is stylized with “♥︎”, introductions, stakes of jujutsu sorcery established, budding friendship, the first years are special, wc of 4.1k
April 2005
The school itself, hidden within the forested mountains on the outskirts of Tokyo, was very imposing when you walked up to it with your luggage. The car you’d arrived in pulled off almost as soon as you’d began making your trek up the foothill of Mount Mushiro, a long set of brick stairs that rested almost naturally within the mountain. Now you stepped through the first torii gate’s threshold, the architecture old and clearly mixed with reinforced, cursed energy laden structures. This was, as it stood, your first real taste of freedom beyond the traditionalist ways of your clan. No Naoya, no performing conservatism for the more “stuck in their old ways” Zenin. Just you and whatever Jujutsu High had to offer.
That, in some ways, was more intimidating than what you were used to at home. This was brand new, unexplored territory that you had no real framework for yet; not compared to the rigid, routined structure of growing up at the Zenin estate. Your every day was pre planned and worked on a schedule, you had to endure interactions you didn’t like, you had to exude perfection you allegedly didn’t have. A school environment wouldn’t differ all that much if you had to guess, but only time would tell.
You followed the cobblestone path further inside until you reached an assistant manger who stood outside of the main building. He greeted you professionally with a bow before informing you that he would be showing you to your dorm quarters, to get you settled in before orientation. You bowed back in gratitude and followed behind him promptly, wordlessly, as he lead you to the dorm building around back. The structure, once you saw it, was built in the same traditional style as the rest of the property, but felt relatively small for a dorm building; it was only one story high.
“This is small for a building that’s housing everyone on campus…” you commented, the assistant manager grunting in acknowledgement.
“I suppose under more normal circumstances it would be. But, of course, this school doesn’t see a very high volume of students.” he explained. Only a handful of new recruits joined every year, and as an unfortunate consequence of their line of work many students would lose their lives before being able to graduate. This left many dorms either abandoned and needing to be cleared out, or empty for years before being assigned to someone.
At least in your case, you received a dorm that’d been left vacant by a student who graduated years before your arrival. It was very spacious, with a big closet and comfortable looking futon in the corner of the room. There was a large window on the adjacent wall that had its curtains drawn open, letting the natural morning light filter in brightly through the glass. An empty desk with cubbies and drawers sat beneath it, with was a decently sized trash bin placed neatly on side of it; already with a trash liner in place. You even had your own bathroom. The room looked spotless and smelled fresh, almost as if it’d been deep cleaned in preparation for your arrival.
You were told by the assistant manager to take whatever time you needed to get your things put away, and then meet with your instructor on the first floor classroom of the main building. With that you were left alone in the privacy of what you would call home for the next four years.
You unpacked with the brisk pace and quicks hands used to fill the suitcase to begin with, not that your luggage had been anything but minimal. Zenin traditionally didn’t believe in excess, moreover you’d been told you would be provided with whatever you needed throughout your time here. You’d mostly packed night clothes, some day outfits, as well as hygiene and beauty products.
As you continued your mind drifted to earlier that morning, your final exchange with your mother before one of the lesser clan members drove you here. She’d wanted to give you final instructions as she’d seen you off, your father chose to remain inside all together.
“Remember your posture and what you represent. The Zenin name matters more than anything you do there.”
“I know,” you’d replied with, it was the whole reason the clan elders approved your enrollment.
“And whatever happens, do not let them see you struggle.” your mother said before giving you a light hug, one that you had returned.
Don’t let them see you struggle, not don’t struggle. Not everything will be okay or you’ll do well, just don’t let them see it at all. Even beyond the walls of the family compound everything was about appearances, and performing the image of self assurance.
This would be a long four years, hopefully the longest of your life.
You sat in a small classroom with three other students—two boys and a girl—as your instructor stood in front of you all behind a desk. He was tall and broad shouldered, with a silence that surely intimidated anyone who didn’t know any better. He had a goatee and hair that was cut low to his head, with neat lines shaved into the sides. His arms were folded over his chest as his eyes swept over all of you.
He’d only been the first year teacher for the past few years now, but this was the first time he’d had any student from one of the three major clans. Not just one, but two of you. He, however, felt as though he were a fair man worth his position. Family hierarchies were nonexistent within the walls of this school, or at the very least his classroom. You would be treated like any other students he’s had under his wing, just as the other two beside you.
To demonstrate as such, he would begin orientation the same as he always did: with an introductory exercise. There would be no stakes, only a practical way to break the ice and get to know each other. He wasn’t going to be looking for polished speeches or declarations, instead he’d use this to evaluate: how comfortable you were speaking, whether you were hiding behind a persona, your motivation for becoming a sorcerer, and whether you understand the responsibility of this job.
He turned around, the first movement he’d made since you all sat down, and picked up a piece of chalk to write on the blackboard. “We’ll start simple,” he said, writing the word introduction before turning back around.
“You’re going to be spending the next few years together. You’ll trust each other with your lives.” He surveyed the room for your reactions. There weren’t any worth speaking of, so he continued. “So don’t waste anyone’s time.”
There was a beat of silence, the only sound heard being the drum of a white haired boys fingers as he slouched in his desk. The teacher continued.
“You’ll tell us your name, where you’re from, your curse technique, why you came to Jujutsu High, one like and one dislike, and a goal you have.” he explained, then paused. When no one spoke up he continued to speak.
“I’ll start,” he rested a hand against his chest. “My name is Yaga Masamichi, and I’ll be operating as your first year instructor. My curse technique allows me to create autonomous curse corpses. I became a sorcerer because someone has to help prepare the next generation. I like people who take responsibility, and I dislike excuses.” he expressed honestly.
You had a deadpanned expression. “He didn’t even say where he was from…” you thought to yourself. An omission of information that seemed intentional, but ultimately wasn’t even worth calling out.
“My goal is a simple one,” Masamichi continued, “To graduate all four of you, alive.”
The room grew quieter than it already had been, the finger drumming had even stopped. That communicated something that didn’t need to be spelled out: this isn’t regular school and I won’t be treating it as if it were.
Feeling as though he had everyone’s full intention, he said: “Now that you’re more familiar with me, who would like to go next?”
Before anyone could answer, the white haired boy volunteered immediately. He swung his chair around when he stood up, his legs on either side as he rested his hands on top of it. “Gojo Satoru, Tokyo. Inherited technique, Limitless.” He grinned, letting his shades, as pitch black as a starless night, slide down his nose. It revealed piercing, bright blue eyes that glittered like an afternoon ocean front.
“I’m here because I’m already the strongest,” Your teacher sighed, but you were unsurprised. His reputation as an egomaniac proceeded him.
You, just like everyone else in the jujutsu world, knew of the Gojo baby miraculously born with their inherited technique and famed Six Eyes. A first in a few hundred years, a birth so incredibly special that he was the only active sorcerer currently in the Gojo clan. A real one man show, that was sure to give anyone a big head.
“I like sweets, I hate boring people…goal?” He tapped his chin in thought, then grinned again. “Become the strongest sorcerer in history,” He mulled over that answer, then quickly waved his hand. “Wait—stronger than history!” he revised.
Masamichi’s first impression of Satoru: Ridiculously overconfident, the kind that bordered on blatant arrogance whether justified or not. This was a boy who clearly needed to learn humility.
“Alright, please remain standing. Who’s next?”
The other male in your class rose from his seat and stood properly beside his desk, with his hands neatly behind his back. “My name is Geto Suguru, I’m from Tokyo. My cursed technique allows me to absorb and command cursed spirits.”
That caught Masamichi’s attention. A technique powerful and rare, intriguing.
“I enrolled because I think sorcerers have a responsibility to protect others,” His answer carried the quality of someone proud. You could hear how much his self-imposed purpose meant to him. “I enjoy calligraphy, and I dislike unnecessary cruelty. My goal…” he trailed, thinking carefully about what he wanted for his future.
“My goal, is to become someone that others can always rely on.” he decided on.
Your teacher nodded, almost imperceptibly, at the answer he heard. Suguru, from his assessment, was very composed and thoughtful. A boy who carried himself with a wisdom well beyond the years of someone only fifteen.
“Thank you, Geto. Next?”
The girl beside you sighed lightly as she stood up. “Guess it’s my turn,” she muttered as she stretched a little. Her words made you realize that you all were moving in descending order from where Satoru sat.
“Ieiri Shoko, Tokyo, Reversed Cursed Technique.” she started, much to everyone’s surprise. All of you blinked, even Satoru, and she noticed. “Eh…yeah, that’s basically it.” she trailed. Masamichi waited with a raised brow before Shoko realized her error and course corrected.
“I’m here because I’m good at healing, and someone has to patch all the idiots up when they inevitably hurt themselves.” she dryly quipped. “I love sleeping…I hate written work…my goal…?” she trailed in thought as she counted on her fingers.
“…To avoid dying.” There was dead silence among you as she finished, then she added to it with a nonchalant shrug. “Seems practical,”
You and Suguru cracked smiles while Satoru laughed. Your teacher could only sigh. Shoko appeared to be an exceptionally gifted girl, if her technique itself were anything to go off of. The caveat was she appeared to be detached, and used humor to avoid sincerity.
He nodded and turned his head to you, however, you hadn’t moved until he verbalized it was your turn. That gave him the impression you were someone who naturally followed directions.
“My name is Zenin {♥︎}, I’m from Tokyo and my innate technique is Hypergravity.” The surname alone caught everyone’s attention, especially Satoru. “I came to Jujutsu High because I want to be a real sorcerer, not just someone with a title. I want what I do here to actually be mine.”
Masamichi’s attention alone was pulled in by that reveal. You wanted to attend the school not to simply “save others” or “get stronger” but…to gain a purpose?
“I like too many things to just pick one, I dislike…being told what my future should be.” You thought carefully about what your goal was. “And my goal…is to become someone no one can make decisions for.” Complete silence fluttered across the room as you were done. Not awkward, but respectful.
He’d taught enough students in his years to understand when someone was answering two questions at once. On the surface you were introducing yourself, beneath that was some type of struggle that brought you here. You were fighting a force that wasn’t currently in this room, and he nodded his head in understanding.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you all, I hope these next few years are good to you.” he said with sincerity, then gave you all permission to be seated as he turned around to erase the blackboard.
You all sat back down promptly, but Satoru didn’t turn his chair back around. Instead he plopped down and rested his arms on the head of his seat. He leaned forward to look at you three seats down.
“So, gravity huh?” he asked, a playful air to his voice. “Think you could pin me to the ground?”
“Probably,” you answered without missing a beat. Suguru chuckled, Shoko smirked, Masamichi pinched the bridge of his nose without looking at either of you.
“Class hasn’t officially begun yet, and you’re already trying to pick a fight.” he said, exasperated.
“She started it!” Satoru was quick to argue, pointing an accusatory finger your way.
You scoffed, “I answered a question you asked.”
“A likely story,” he countered, causing the other two to laugh while you lightly glared from your seat.
While Masamichi continued writing the next agenda on the board, this brief exchange gave him one reassurance: despite your wildly different personalities, you responded to each other. There was chemistry, curiosity, and just enough friction that would surely push you all to grow. You’d likely be exhausting to deal with, but you’d equally as likely change each other’s lives.
“If you’re done with your merriment, there is more we have to discuss today.” he said once he was finally done writing everything on the board. He sat the chalk down and stepped off to the side so as to not be in the way.
On the board were nine bullet points, a set of rules he referred to as the Memorandum Regarding Sorcerer Duties. Or simply put the Jujutsu Regulations. They were the laws of jujutsu society that must be upheld to protect non-jujutsu sorcerers at all times.
“In the world of jujutsu the protection of non-sorcerers is of the utmost importance.” Masamichi explained. “As such, the practice of jujutsu and contact with curses demands compliance with many regulations. If a jujutsu sorcerer violates these regulations, immediate action is taken at the discretion of the higher-ups.”
The three major families (the Gojo, Zenin, and Kamo clans), as the representatives of jujutsu sorcerers, created these laws in collaboration with Jujutsu Headquarters. They were to be always followed as written, and first year students needed to learn what they were before any real lessons could begin. He read them aloud.
1. Missions: A sorcerer's primary mission is to prevent harm to humanity caused by jujutsu, cursed spirits, and cursed objects in order to preserve the peace and safety of regular society.
“No mission is worth civilian casualties if they can be prevented.” he lectured. “You aren’t just weapons, you’re weapons with judgment. Use that judgement wisely, because the smallest misstep can be catastrophic.”
2. Jujutsu Headquarters: The division of the Japanese government that is the highest governing body of sorcerers. The Chief Executive of Jujutsu Headquarters is the Jujutsu Inspector General, and is appointed by the Prime Minister through recommendations made by the three families.
“Jujutsu Headquarters are the big men in charge of establishing and enforcing the laws that we abide by, as well as regulating the activities of sorcerers.” He pointed at rule 2 on the board. “Can any of you tell me what that means?”
“That the missions appointed to us are coming from them?” you asked, to which he nodded.
“Yes, but more importantly: it’s a sorcerer’s job to report any and all curse-related incidents through proper channels.” he elaborated. “In your kids’ case, you’d report directly to the Principle of this school.”
He went on to explain that failing to do so and acting independently can create confusion. Multiple sorcerers can be dispatched to the same location, failing to pass on important information to the proper chain of command can lead to people losing their lives; sorcerer or otherwise.
Satoru, of course, raised his hand. “What if it’s a situation where I’ve already handled it?”
“Then you’ll quickly be reminded that even you have to answer to someone.” Masamichi replied without missing a beat. “You aren’t freelancers. Unless a non-sorcerer’s life is in immediate danger, you get clearance first.”
Satoru grinned, unbothered, but you briefly notice that he doesn’t actually push back further.
3. The Jujutsu High Schools: Operate campuses in Tokyo and Kyoto for the education, guidance, and supervision of young sorcerers.
“These schools were created to be a guarded sanctuary for budding sorcerers to learn their craft and gain field experience.” Away from the eyes of non-sorcerers. Hence both locations being away from the general public and built to resemble a Buddhist temples.
4. Sorcerer Rank: It’s the duty of the Jujutsu Inspector General to assign sorcerers ranks from Special Grade, Grade 1, Semi-Grade 1, Grade 2, Semi-Grade 2, Grade 3, and Grade 4.
“Can you all tell me what ranks you’ve started with?” Masamichi questioned.
Satoru and Suguru answered that they were both Grade 1, unsurprising given their respective techniques as well as other quirks.
“Yeah, so…” Shoko trailed, rubbing the back of her head. “I’m not exactly training to be a field combatant, so I wasn’t formally given one.” she confessed, then shrugged. “But if I had to guess, they’d give me Grade 3.”
“I’m Grade 2,” you answered last. Little did you know the Zenin clan pulled strings so you couldn’t get anything higher.
“Part of a high ranking sorcerer’s job is to give guidance to their lower ranking counterparts while out on missions.” your teacher explained. “But you kids won’t be sent on anything too dangerous to start with, just enough to get your feet wet.”
5. Discipline: Sorcerers who disobey commands or fail to obey the provisions of this memorandum may be sentenced to one of 7 punishments.
Public execution, secret execution, designation as curse user, sealing, confinement, suspension, confiscation of property.
“There’s a punishment that fits every wrong doing you can think of. Follow orders as they’re given to you and follow jujutsu law to the letter.” He was mostly looking at Satoru.
6. Retirement: Sorcerers may retire upon receiving approval from the Jujutsu Inspector General. Retired sorcerers no longer have a rank.
“Retired sorcerers are forbidden from using any manner of jujutsu under most circumstances. However, exceptions can be made for these sorcerers to perform duties as necessary according to the following section.”
7. Handling of Threats: Defined as cursed spirits, cursed objects, and curse users.
“As stated before, all threats must be reported through the proper channels.” Masamichi reminded. “Based on that report the threat is given a Grade, from there the appropriate sorcerers are assembled and dispatched to pacify said threat.”
Despite procedure described in the preceding rule, retired sorcerers may respond to the respective danger if imminent enough.
8. Sensitive Information: Sorcerers shall not reveal the existence of jujutsu, cursed spirits, or cursed objects to non-sorcerers.
He explained this type of information reaching the public would most likely cause widespread panic and worsen the issue of curse outbreaks. This all remains secret for good reason.
9. Protection of Non-Sorcerers: Sorcerers must never harm non-sorcerers through the use of jujutsu, cursed spirits, or cursed objects. Furthermore, they must endeavor never to harm a non-sorcerer by overlooking a threat.
“But, we aren’t Gods.” Masamichi educated them. “Even we as sorcerers have limitations. There will be cases where we can’t save everyone, and in such a case we have to move accordingly.”
“What does moving accordingly include?” Suguru curiously asked.
“Preservation of your life,” he answered. “Sorcerers are the ones who eliminate curses. Without us, they’d be free to run rampant and endanger everyone else.” As such you’d do well to prioritize yourself and those you could save.
“I’ll give you an example,” He nodded towards Shoko. “Any mission that you were to go on with Ieiri, it’d be imperative that she remain unharmed.”
“Because of her cursed technique,” you added, to which he nodded.
“Precisely, without her you and any human around could be seriously harmed and end up dead.” Masamichi explained. “You’d save more lives, including your own, by making sure to preserve Ieiri’s.”
“So in short, I’m the most important in the room.” Shoko said with a smile.
“More like it’s up to us to use our better judgment to make the correct call.” Suguru sighed. “Just as Yaga-sensei mentioned earlier.”
“Good to know at least some of you are paying attention.” your teacher stated while rubbing his temple. “Now that we’ve gone over the regulations our system is built on, I’ll leave you with this: sorcery is a job of continued sacrifice.”
It was a line of work that offered no breaks. You would miss birthdays, you’d lose school mates, the people you save may never learn what your names were.
“So if personal recognition is what you’re looking for, then leave now.” He waited a few seconds, silence enveloping the room as none of you moved, then nodded his head in approval.
“Learn these rules well, you’ll become acquainted with them during your tenure here.” he instructed, to which you all opened your notebooks and began jotting them down.
When you all reached the point where you stopped writing, he’d walked up behind each of you to observe what you wrote.
Satoru had written the first two rules and half the third, and mindlessly twirled his pen in hand.
Suguru had written every rule down neatly.
Shoko wrote in nearly illegible handwriting with many abbreviations, likely only understood by her.
You jotted down all the regulations as dictated, but with a note written beneath the list. Rules should protect people (if they stop, should they still be followed?)
It wasn’t an outright call of rebellion, you were questioning responsibly. That was the distinction, and it was an important one for a future sorcerer.
After standing back behind his desk, he thanked you all for your cooperation. Then he expressed class was over for the rest of the day, leaving the group of you stunned.
“We’ve only been in class for an hour.” you highlighted.
“Yes, that’s how long orientation is.” Masamichi said.
“So…that’s it?” Satoru questioned suspiciously. Was this a test?
“That’s it,”
“No homework?”
“…No,”
“No training?”
“…Tomorrow,”
Satoru grinned, “Well then…” He clapped his hands once. “Who wants to explore the campus?”
Suguru had planned on exploring the campus anyway. He’d wanted to know all the important buildings and where to find them, especially since he was going to be living here.
“Seems sensible,” Was what he landed on almost immediately.
Shoko gave a disinterested shrug. “I was going to find somewhere to smoke.”
“You can smoke later,” Satoru challenged.
“…I can do it now.”
“Or…you could not.”
Shoko sighed, conceding to exploring the school grounds with the guys. Not because she particularly wanted to socialize with either of them, but because she didn’t see the harm in not committing to no.
You were going to walk the grounds alone during your break, you enjoyed having the space to yourself to think. However, you did recognize something important. These three were essentially your new teammates, people who you were going to need to trust with your life.
Building a rapport with them now was what made the most sense, so you said: “I guess that’s fine.” Not enthusiastic, not reluctant, just practical.
“We meet back here same time tomorrow for your first lesson,” Masamichi dismissed again, already headed for the door. “Use the time you have today wisely.”
With that, the four of you were left alone as you lingered in the classroom longer than strictly necessary. First impressions (whether good or bad) tempered by the reality of what you’ve actually committed to, an intentional way of planting the seeds of camaraderie. One that was effective given you all being in no rush to separate from each other as you filed out, bickering about where to go first.
Not me borrowing from Naruto lol! I felt like it would be a good excuse to get them all acquainted, not like they’d need it.
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──── ♡ an archive of scenarios taking place between 2005 and 2018 (+ beyond), that mostly center a zenin!reader. Betrothed to the future head of her clan, Naoya, she begins Tokyo Jujutsu High in the spring of 2005 as a first year with the main trio: Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko. There, she forms lifelong bonds, finds true love, and breaks herself from the shackles of her family before helping raise a future generation of Jujutsu sorcerers.
Zenin {♥︎} meets Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, and Ieiri Shoko in April of 2005 as a first year under the guidance of Yaga Masamichi. All young prodigies in their respective technique, they develop friendship amongst each other initially as a result of proximity. Satoru a friendly/obnoxious clan rival, Suguru a brother she never had, Shoko her closest friend/confidant. Bonds that will become important to her as her years at the institution pass, despite the looming marriage that means her permanent loss of freedom—one she ultimately confides in Shoko about.
After the Star Plasma incident of summer 2006 a shift is felt among them. Shoko throws herself into her medical studies, Satoru is taken away to train his newly awakened power, Suguru is sent on more missions alone to compensate Satoru’s absence. {♥︎} is left to her own devices while her curriculum continues as normal; feeling the weight of duty that awaits her post-graduation pressing down on her shoulders without the distraction of her year long friends.
Until, Satoru pops back up unceremoniously to offer her an out two months before year’s end: go through with the arrangement to Naoya or enter a new one with him? Impractical on the surface, leaving one arranged marriage for another, but still holding the quality of one thing she holds dear: the freedom to choose. She doesn’t answer straight away—and certainly not without condition—but the answer ultimately is yes and they wed by March 2007, to the fury of both families.
By December 1, 2008 they birth a son, Gojo Shizuo: unprecedented inheritor of the Six Eyes and Hypergravity technique, heir to the Gojo clan.
By July 10, 2011 they birth a daughter, Gojo Satomi: born with the innate technique of Soul Manipulation (nicknamed Soul Marionette).
{♥︎} is a Grade 1 sorcerer who becomes the second year teacher at Jujutsu Technological High School near the mid 2010s. She not only helps students hone their skills and techniques, she helps to shape them into individuals who understand humanity—as well as the importance of autonomy and choosing what’s right.
Cursed Technique: Hypergravity — A gravity manipulation technique that allows control of gravitational pull within a 10 meter radius of the user, as well as whatever object is being held/has been touched. Can control their own sense of gravity at their discretion, meaning user can otherwise be unaffected by surrounding changes in gravitational force (whether self inflicted or otherwise).
Cursed Technique Reversal is Zerogravity, which uses the same perimeters as standard. Only it takes gravity away from user and any outside objects/people until intentionally released.
Domain Expansion: Celestial Cage — Resembles a vast celestial prison, with faintly glowing, grid-like “bars” of light crisscrossing the area. The bars are semi-transparent and appear to form an intricate, ever-shifting lattice of gravitational energy. The “floor” is a fractured mosaic of starlight, giving the subtle impression of standing on fragile ground. Floating debris and shards of light spiral chaotically, reinforcing the sense of being trapped within a cosmic labyrinth.
Effects and Mechanics of this domain include trapping everyone inside with an inescapable, ever changing gravitational field, though anyone the user allows can move freely. User can create intense gravitational “hotspots” that act as invisible cages within the domain. These hotspots compress gravity into smaller zones, pinning individuals or objects in place.
Conversely, gravity can be taken away to disorient or isolate targets. The bars of the cage act as a barrier, repelling anyone who attempts to escape. These same lattice bars can be used for a finishing move called Collapsing Cage. User collapses the entire domain inward, using the grid-like lattice to crush their enemies with immense gravitational force. This creates the feeling of the “cage” closing in, both physically and symbolically.
──── ♡ genuinely I could write a 1,000 page novel about this concept I have, but a collection of individual writings will have to do instead. I’m fine with accepting writing ideas that center around this au. I also do have a taglist I’m building, so if you’d like to be included just ask!
