characters included: gojo, geto, megumi, yuji, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji, yuta, naoya
He takes you to a rooftop overlooking Tokyo at sunset, the sky painted in brilliant shades of orange and pink that reflect off the city's glass towers. He's his usual self at first, cracking jokes about how he had to use his infinity to keep pigeons away from "ruining the vibe," teasing you about that time you tried to land a hit on him during training. His laughter echoes across the empty rooftop, and you're so caught up in the familiar comfort of his presence that you almost don't notice when he suddenly goes quiet mid sentence.
The silence from Satoru Gojo is more startling than any curse's appearance. He's staring at you with an expression you've rarely seen, no smirk, no playful glint behind those brilliant blue eyes. Just raw, unfiltered emotion. "You know what's funny?" he says softly, his voice lacking its usual theatrical flair. "I can see everything. Every cursed technique, every attack, every possibility... but you? I never saw you coming." He reaches up to lower his blindfold completely, letting it rest around his neck, giving you the full weight of his gaze. "You're the only thing in this world I can't predict or control, and honestly? That terrifies me. But it also makes me feel... human."
He pulls out a small box, the motion almost clumsy and so unlike his usual fluid grace, and opens it to reveal a stunning ring that catches the dying sunlight. That signature smile returns, but it's softer now, more genuine. "So what do you say? Want to spend forever keeping the strongest sorcerer on his toes? Fair warning though, I'm probably going to be annoying about being married to you. Like, insufferably smug. Megumi's going to hate it." Despite the jokes, his hand trembles slightly as he holds out the ring, and you realize he's actually nervous about your answer.
Tears blur your vision as you laugh, a sound caught between joy and disbelief that the invincible Satoru Gojo is standing before you, vulnerable and trembling, asking you to be his forever. "Yes," you breathe out, your voice thick with emotion as you reach for his hand, letting him slide the ring onto your finger. "Yes, a thousand times yes, and I'm going to enjoy every insufferably smug moment of it." You pull him close, burying your face against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, and for the first time, the strongest sorcerer in the world feels completely, utterly safe.
He orchestrates the proposal with the meticulous care of someone planning a sacred ritual. He leads you through a winding stone path to a private garden you've never seen before, one he's apparently been preparing for weeks. Lanterns illuminate the walkway, their warm glow reflecting off carefully raked gravel patterns. The air is heavy with the scent of your favorite flowers, he's somehow filled the entire garden with them, their petals creating a sea of color in the fading twilight.
Classical music drifts from hidden speakers, the melody hauntingly beautiful and perfectly timed to swell as you reach the garden's center. There, beneath an arch woven with wisteria, Suguru waits. He's dressed impeccably, his long dark hair tied back, and there's an intensity in his eyes that makes your breath catch. He takes your hands in his, his touch warm and steady, and begins to speak in those poetic phrases that have always made you feel like you're the only person in his world.
"In all my years of seeking purpose, of trying to find meaning in this chaotic existence, I never imagined I'd find it in another person," he says, his voice low and reverent. "But you've become the one constant in my ever changing world. The eye of the storm. The reason I want to build something lasting instead of just tearing down what's broken." He releases one of your hands to retrieve a small box from his pocket, opening it with elegant grace to reveal a ring that's clearly been custom-designed, every detail thoughtful, every element symbolic of your relationship.
As he kneels before you, the lantern light catches the emotion in his eyes, something vulnerable and achingly sincere. "Let me spend the rest of my life showing you what devotion truly means. Marry me, and I promise you'll never doubt your place in this world or in my heart." The moment feels suspended in time, like something out of a dream, every detail perfect because he's made it so. For you.
Tears stream down your face as you nod, unable to find words grand enough to match the poetry of his confession, so instead you simply whisper, "Yesβ¦yes, a thousand times yes," before pulling him close and kissing him with all the love and devotion he's poured into this perfect moment. As he slides the ring onto your trembling finger, you cup his face in your hands and look directly into those vulnerable, sincere eyes. "I love you, Suguru. Not just for the beautiful words or the careful planning, but for the man beneath it all, the one brave enough to let me see his heart." In the soft glow of the lanterns, surrounded by flowers and candlelight, you've never felt more certain of anything in your life.
Megumi brings you to the empty Jujutsu High courtyard late at night when he knows no one else will be around. The moon is full overhead, casting silver light across the training grounds where you've spent so many hours together. He's been quieter than usual all evening, his jaw tight with tension, and you can practically see him rehearsing words in his head. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched slightly in that way he does when he's uncomfortable.
"I'm not good at this," he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. He's staring at the ground, dark hair falling forward to hide his face. "Talking about... feelings. You know that." He takes a shaky breath, and you notice his hands trembling even in his pockets. "But you deserve to hear it. You deserve to know that you've changed everything for me." Finally, he looks up, and the vulnerability in his eyes is almost painful to witness. "Before you, I was just... surviving. Going through the motions. Trying not to care too much about anything because caring means losing, and I've lost enough."
He pulls his hands from his pockets, revealing a small box clutched in his fingers. His knuckles are white from gripping it so hard. "But you made me want something more. You made me want a future, not just another day. You made me want to come home to someone, to build something that matters." His voice cracks on the last word, and his cheeks flush red, whether from emotion or embarrassment, you can't tell. Probably both.
"Stay with me," he asks quietly, opening the box with fumbling fingers to reveal a simple, elegant ring. "Forever. Please." He's still not quite making eye contact, his gaze flickering between your face and the ground, but when he reaches for your hand, his grip is tight, almost desperate. Like he's terrified you'll disappear if he doesn't hold on. The dangerous sorcerer who faces curses without flinching is completely undone by the prospect of your answer, and somehow that makes the moment even more precious.
"Yes," you whisper, your own voice breaking as you gently take the box from his trembling hands, sliding the delicate band onto your finger before looking up at him. "Yes, Megumi, forever, always, for as long as you'll have me. You're not losing me. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." You pull him close, wrapping your arms around him as he buries his face against your neck, and you hold him like you're anchoring him to this moment, to this promise, to the future you're both terrified and desperate to build together.
Yuji proposes while you're cooking together in your kitchen on an ordinary Tuesday evening. You're making his favorite meal, and he's supposed to be helping, but he keeps getting distracted, stealing tastes, making you laugh with his terrible cooking puns, accidentally getting flour everywhere. When you turn to scold him playfully, you find him standing there with flour on his cheek and in his pink hair, but his expression has shifted into something so tender and serious that it stops you mid-sentence.
"Hey," he says softly, that bright, genuine smile spreading across his face even as his eyes grow suspiciously shiny. "I need to tell you something." He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle despite the calluses on his fingers from years of fighting. "You know how every day I wake up not knowing if it'll be my last? How Sukuna could take over, or a mission could go wrong, or any number of terrible things could happen?" His voice cracks slightly, and he takes a shaky breath. "You're the reason I fight so hard to come home. You're my light in all the darkness I face."
He pulls a small box from his pocket, you hadn't even noticed him carrying it, and opens it to reveal a simple but beautiful ring. Nothing outrageous, nothing flashy, just something pure and honest like Yuji himself. "I don't know how much time I have," he continues, and now there are definitely tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill over. "But I want to spend every second of it with you. I want to wake up next to you, make you breakfast, better than this disaster we're making now, and just... be yours. Completely."
His hands are shaking as he holds out the ring, and when he asks, "Will you marry me?" his voice is thick with emotion. The sincerity radiating from him, the tears now streaming down his cheeks, the way he's looking at you like you hung the moon and stars, it's the most heartfelt proposal imaginable. The kitchen timer beeps, forgotten, as you both stand there in this perfect, imperfect moment.
You reach out and gently take his face in your hands as you nod. "Yes, Yujiβ¦yes, absolutely yes," you whisper, your voice breaking with the weight of everything you feel for him. "You're my light too, don't you see? You've been my reason to keep fighting all along, and I want to spend every moment we have together, however many that is, loving you completely." You kiss him softly, tenderly, pouring all your devotion into it as he slides the ring onto your trembling finger. "I'm yours, forever and always, and you're mine too."
Sukuna doesn't ask, he demands, because the King of Curses has never requested anything in his thousand years of existence. You're in the middle of an ordinary moment when he suddenly grabs your wrist, pulling you close with that overwhelming presence that makes the air itself feel heavy. His eyes, all four of them, fix on you with an intensity that would make anyone else crumble. "You'll marry me," he declares, his voice carrying absolute authority that offers no argument, as if the very idea of you refusing is not just inconceivable but actually impossible.
"This isn't a question," he continues, his grip on you possessive but not painful. "I'm informing you of what's going to happen. You belong to me, you have since the moment I decided you were worth keeping." There's something almost primal in the way he looks at you, like a dragon guarding its most precious treasure. If anyone else is within earshot, he makes sure they hear every word, his voice carrying with supernatural clarity. "Let every curse, every sorcerer, every pathetic human know, this one is mine. Mine to protect, mine to possess, mine to keep for eternity."
There's no traditional proposal, no kneeling. The very thought is laughable. Sukuna bows to no one. Instead, he produces a ring that's clearly been claimed from some ancient treasure hoard, ornate and powerful looking, practically radiating cursed energy. He slides it onto your finger himself without waiting for permission, his touch surprisingly careful despite his overwhelming power. "You'll wear this," he states, "and everyone will know who you belong to."
But then, and this is what reveals the truth beneath his tyrannical declaration, he pulls you against his chest, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head with unexpected tenderness. His next words are quieter and meant only for you, "And I'll belong to you, though I'll deny it if you tell anyone." The possessive devotion in that gesture, in the way his arms tighten around you like he's daring the universe itself to try and take you from him, runs deeper than mere ownership. It's obsession, yes, but it's also the closest thing to love that a being like Sukuna can experience, all consuming, eternal, and absolutely non-negotiable.
He takes you to an upscale restaurant after work, though he's made sure it's one with private booths where you won't be disturbed. The atmosphere is refined and intimate. Soft lighting, quiet music playing in the background, the kind of place where every detail has been considered. He's still in his work clothes, his tie loosened slightly in that way that means he's trying to relax, though you can tell from the set of his shoulders that he's nervous. Nanami is never nervous.
He waits until after the meal, after the wine has been poured and the waiter has discreetly disappeared. Then he sets down his glass with careful precision and turns to face you fully, his expression serious but warm. "I've been thinking about this for a while," he begins, his voice measured and thoughtful in that way that's so distinctly him. "About what I want from life beyond just surviving another day in this profession. About what actually matters when you strip away all the curses and the danger and the chaos."
He reaches across the table to take your hand, his thumb brushing across your knuckles. "I want partnership. Stability. I want to build a life with someone who understands that sometimes the most radical thing we can do is choose something normal and domestic and peaceful." His composure barely masks the genuine affection warming his eyes, softening the usually stern lines of his face. "I want to come home to you every day. I want to make you breakfast on weekends, proper breakfast, not whatever you try to pass off as coffee. I want to grow old with you, to have something in my life that isn't about jujutsu sorcery or fighting or death."
He releases your hand only to pull out a small box from his jacket pocket, opening it to reveal a ring that's tasteful and perfectly suited to you. Not over the top, not cheap, but clearly chosen with the same careful consideration he brings to everything that matters to him. "Marry me," he says simply, and there's something almost vulnerable in how he's looking at you, like your answer actually has the power to shake his usually unshakeable composure. "Let me spend the rest of my life, however long that may be, making sure you never regret saying yes."
The ring catches the candlelight as he waits for your answer, and you realize this man who faces death daily without flinching is genuinely afraid of your rejection. That somehow makes the moment even more precious.Β
Your eyes blur with tears as you nod, reaching out to gently place your hand over his. "Yes, Kento..yes, absolutely yes," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion as you lean in to kiss him softly. "You've taught me what it means to be loved completely, without reservation, and I want that domestic life with you, all of it. You're not just my protector; you're my home, and I want to spend forever building that peace with you."
Choso pulls you aside to a quiet safe space, somewhere he's made sure is protected, warded, completely secure, because he needs you to understand how serious this is. His hands are already shaking before he even begins to speak, and there's an intensity in his dark eyes that's almost overwhelming. He's never been good at moderating his emotions. Everything he feels, he feels completely, and right now he's feeling everything at once.
"I need to tell you something," he starts, his voice rough with emotion. "Before I met you, I only understood one kind of love, the love for my brothers, the need to protect them. It was simple. Clear." He steps closer, reaching up to cup your face with trembling hands. "But you... you taught me something different. Something I didn't even know existed." His devotion is almost overwhelming as he continues, words spilling out like he's been holding them back for too long. "Protecting you isn't just a duty. It's not just instinct. It's... everything. You've become more precious to me than anything in this world or any other."
His breath hitches, and you can see him struggling with the intensity of what he's feeling. "The thought of existing without you is unbearable. Not just painful, actually unbearable. Like trying to exist without air or blood." He pulls back just enough to fumble for something in his pocket, producing a small box that he nearly drops because his hands are shaking so badly. "I've been carrying this for weeks, trying to find the right moment, the right words, but there are no right words for this."
When he opens the box, the ring inside is beautiful in its simplicity, he clearly spent hours agonizing over the choice wanting it to be perfect. "Be mine," he asks, and the passionate sincerity in his voice is that of someone experiencing these profound emotions for the first time, because he is. "Permanently. Forever. In whatever way that means for beings like us." There's something beautifully vulnerable about how desperately he needs your answer to be yes, how his entire existence seems to hang on this moment. "I'll protect you, cherish you, love you with everything I am. Just... please. Say yes."
"Yes," you breathe out, your voice thick with emotion as you take the ring box from his trembling hands and slip the ring onto your finger, then immediately reach for him, pulling him close. "Yes, Choso, a thousand times yes, And I'm so honored to be the first person you've ever loved like this, to be the one who gets to witness you discovering what your heart is truly capable of." You cup his face gently, forcing him to meet your eyes so he can see the absolute certainty there. "You're safe with me, do you understand? This love you're feeling, this vulnerability, it's safe here, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life being the home you've never had, the place where you can feel everything without fear."
Toji catches you completely off-guard, proposing in the most mundane moment imaginable. You're both lounging around the apartment, maybe watching some mindless TV show, or he's just walked in after finishing a job, still wearing his work clothes and looking tired. There's nothing romantic about the setting, no candles or music or carefully planned speeches. That's not who Toji is, and you've never expected it to be.
But then he shifts, sitting up and turning to face you, and something in his expression makes you pause. The usual smirk is gone, replaced by something more genuine, more raw. "Hey," he says, his gruff voice softer than usual. "Got something to say." He runs a hand through his dark hair, looking almost uncomfortable. Toji Fushiguro, the infamous assassin who's killed more people than he can count, looking uncomfortable talking to you.
"Look, I'm not good at this stuff," he mutters, his jaw tight. "Never have been. Romance and feelings and all that, it's not my thing." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, holding it almost awkwardly, like he's not quite sure what to do with it. "But you... you make me want to try. You make me want to be something other than just a weapon for hire. Something better." For a brief moment, he looks almost nervous, his eyes searching your face for a reaction.
"Marry me," he says simply, opening the box to reveal a ring that's nicer than you'd expect, he clearly put more thought into this than he's letting on. "I can't promise I'll be good at the husband thing. I'll probably mess up a lot. But I can promise I'll keep you safe, keep you fed, and.." he hesitates, then continues quieter, "keep you happy. Or die trying."
Then that familiar smirk slides back into place, the mask of the uncaring mercenary returning, but it's too late. You've already seen the truth in his eyes, the vulnerability he showed for just those few seconds. "So what do you say? Want to make an honest man out of me?" The joke doesn't quite hide the fact that he's genuinely waiting for your answer, that it actually matters to him. Maybe more than anything has mattered in a long time.
You reach out and gently take the ring box from his hands, your eyes never leaving his as you slip the ring onto your finger. A perfect fit, just like everything about this moment despite its complete lack of polish. "You're already good at it," you say softly, a small smile playing at your lips as you lean closer to him. "And for the record, I'd rather have you messy and real than perfect and fake, so yes, Toji. A thousand times yes, and I'm holding you to that 'die trying' promise because I'm not letting you go anywhere now that I know what's underneath that mask."
Yuta takes you to a beautiful location that holds meaning for both of you, maybe where you first met, or where you shared your first kiss, or simply somewhere you both love. He's planned this moment with careful determination, the same focus he brings to mastering new techniques or protecting those he cares about. You can tell he's nervous from the way he keeps fidgeting with his hands, but there's also a resolve in his eyes that tells you he's absolutely certain about what he's about to do.
The sun is setting, painting the sky in brilliant colors, and Yuta turns to face you fully. He takes both your hands in his, and you can feel the roughness of his palms, the strength in his grip, hands that have wielded power, that have protected countless people, that have killed when necessary. But right now, they're gentle as they hold yours. "I need to tell you something important," he says, his voice serious but warm. "And I need you to really hear me."
He takes a deep breath, and when he speaks again, there's that passionate intensity he brings to everything he truly cares about. "I've loved before. I know what it means to want to protect someone forever, to devote everything you are to another person." His eyes, those eyes that have seen so much death and darkness, are fixed on yours with unwavering focus. "What I feel for you..." He pauses, seeming to struggle with the magnitude of what he's trying to express. "It's everything. It's not the desperate love of a child trying to hold onto someone who's gone. It's the choice of a man who knows exactly what he's doing."
He releases one of your hands to pull out a small box, his movements deliberate and sure despite the emotion clearly running through him. "You've seen the worst parts of me, the curse, the violence, the darkness I carry. And you stayed. You chose me anyway." His voice cracks slightly, but he pushes forward. "Marry me. Let me spend the rest of my life making you happy, protecting you, loving you the way you deserve to be loved. I promise you'll never doubt how much you mean to me. I promise I'll fight for us the same way I fight for everything else I believe in with everything I have."
When he opens the ring box, his hands are steady, his eyes burning with unwavering commitment. "I'm yours," he says simply. "Completely. If you'll have me." The devotion in his expression runs as deep as his cursed energy, and you know without a doubt that Yuta doesn't make promises he doesn't intend to keep.
You nod through your tears, your voice trembling but steady as you speak. "Yes Yuta, yes, absolutely yes. I'm choosing you too, all of you, the light and the shadow and everything in between, because you're the most real thing I've ever known." You watch as he slides the ring onto your finger with hands that are no longer trembling, and you pull him close, kissing him with all the passion and devotion that matches his own. "I love the man you've become, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving that your darkness doesn't scare me, it just makes me love you more fiercely."
Naoya makes a grand spectacle of proposing at the Zenin estate, ensuring maximum visibility and audience. He's orchestrated this like a performance, with family members strategically positioned to witness his triumph, servants standing at attention, the entire scene designed to broadcast his superiority. You're led into the main hall where he waits, dressed in formal clan attire that emphasizes his status, his posture radiating arrogant confidence.
"I've gathered everyone here today," he announces, his voice carrying across the hall with practiced authority, "to witness an important moment." His eyes find yours, and there's a possessive gleam in them that's distinctly Naoya. He's not looking at you like a partner, but like a prize he's won. He approaches with deliberate steps, making sure everyone sees, making sure this moment is as public and flashy as possible. This isn't just about you and him, it's about what you represent, what claiming you says about his power and status.
"You should be honored," he says, loud enough for everyone to hear, presenting an expensive ring that probably cost more than most people make in a year. The ring is beautiful but excessive, more about displaying wealth than personal meaning. "Not everyone gets to become part of the Zenin clan, especially not as my wife. Do you understand what I'm offering you? The prestige, the power, the position?" His tone is condescending, as if he's bestowing a great favor rather than proposing a partnership.
He takes your hand without waiting for permission, sliding the ring onto your finger while the assembled crowd watches. "You'll want for nothing," he continues, his grip on your hand possessive. "You'll have everything you could possibly desire, as long as you remember your place at my side." Despite the condescension dripping from every word, there's an unmistakable possessive pride in how he looks at you, how he positions you next to him for everyone to see. You're his greatest acquisition, and he intends to show you off at every opportunity, to make sure everyone knows that you belong to him.
"Well?" he prompts, that arrogant smirk firmly in place. "I'm waiting for your answer, though we both know what it will be." Because in Naoya's mind, refusing him isn't even a possibility, who would turn down the chance to be his? The entire proposal is less about your feelings and more about his ego, but that's exactly what you'd expect from Naoya Zenin. At least he's consistent.
You meet his gaze with a knowing smile, tilting your head slightly as you admire the ring on your finger, not because it's beautiful, but because you're fully aware of what it represents: a collar wrapped in diamonds. "Yes, Naoya," you say smoothly, your voice carrying an edge of amusement as you squeeze his hand just hard enough to remind him that you're not as fragile as he assumes. "I accept and I hope you're prepared for what it means to have someone who understands exactly what game you're playing, because I intend to be just as ruthless about protecting what's mine as you are." You lean in close, your lips brushing his ear as you add softly, "Let's see if the great Naoya Zenin can handle a partner who won't simply bow and scrape."
