『So, what do you do when you're forced to join the world of Jujutsu and you're demanded by the higher-ups to spy on a young man that you have no intention on being affiliated with? But more importantly, what do you do when you start to fall in love with him? 』
You were just a normal girl until a turn of events happened and you were forced to join Kyoto Metropolitan High School and learn the ways of sorcery. And as fate demanded it, you met a certain white haired young boy that you had no intentions on getting know- but destiny had other plans for the both of you.
Also beware dear reader, this will be somewhat canon to the anime/manga, some chapters are quite long! Gotta get those details in there!
A sixteen year old girl walked through the courtyard of Kyoto Metropolitan Technical High School, watching as her fellow classmates trained their hand-to-hand combat on the grass by the track and field. Two years have now passed since your parents were murdered by an unknown assailant, and to your dismay, it seems like the police will never be able to solve the case. It truly was just the wrong person, at the wrong place, at the wrong time.
Have you moved on from it? It's hard to say. The months following after their death, there were days where you were so grief-stricken that you could hardly get out of the bed. You'd feel so sick everytime you remembered them- to the point you'd start puking, even if you haven't eaten anything for the day. But you still got up, each and every day, even if it was difficult. You were even able to save your grades, despite being absent during the last two weeks of school- you still ended up graduating at the top of your class. Not that it mattered, your parents weren't there to witness it.. But your best friend's parents were still there for you, and even celebrated the accomplishment by taking the both of you out to dinner.
There were days that you swore you could see the ghost of your parents, urging you to keep going- to keep your head up high, that you could do it; So you persevered. You gave the principal of Kyoto Metropolitan Technical High School a call, accepting their offer, and everything moved so quickly that you almost didn't get to say goodbye to your childhood best friend. In a span of three days, they moved all your belongings to a dormitory at the school.
In a blink of an eye, you became a second year at the school and two years had passed. It was hard at first to understand that this was not an ordinary school, which is exactly why not everyone that applies- gets accepted. The top three clan's children will always have an automatic admission, but for people like you, those that didn't even know that they had curse energy- were either seeked out by those that worked in the school, or they themselves applied on their own accord, after figuring out that they were different from those around them.
It took awhile for you to understand that not everything you saw, such as curses could be seen by everyone, which was probably why your childhood friend always had this weird look whenever you spoke to one of the nicer curses that lived around your neighborhood; it was because she was just a normal human being, she couldn't see what you could see. The professors at the school taught you how to hone cursed energy, control it well enough that you could catch up with the other students that already had formal training on what cursed energy is, or what their cursed technique was.
To be quite frank, getting to where you were now was no easy feat. Figuring out what your cursed technique was undoubtedly one of the hardest tasks that the professors had to deal with, you didn't come from a family of sorcerers after all. How they found out was through accident, and it was because one of the zen'in children had decided to attack you as a prank. You could remember it as clear as day, as if it happened yesterday, it was your third month there at the school, and you were still figuring out how to even use your cursed energy.
"Naoya-kun, what are you doing here?"
Your professor would ask, as your attention turned towards the sliding door that was opened by the Zen'in boy. "Oh nothing, I was just bored sensei.." He'd grin towards you, the way his eyes squinted and hinted that he was there with malicious intent. You'd remember the way your blood would run cold every time you were near him, if there was a devil on earth, you were sure that it was Naoya Zen'in. You'd watch as he'd walk around the dojo, his fingertips grazing the bokkens that were on the racks. Then he'd stop, staring at one of the spears, before picking it up and he started playing with it- twirling it around.
"Hey new girl." You'd watch the way he'd smirk at you, "Watch out!" He'd laugh, throwing the spear right at your face. You'd hear your professor scream in the background, as you closed your eyes preparing for impact. If you were being honest, you were waiting for it to hit you, maybe take you out of this misery they call a life- but it didn't. Maybe your professor caught in time before it hit you right in the face, so you opened your eyes. What you saw next left you dumbfounded, the spear was suspended in air, as if it was frozen in time. There was a good distance between you, the spear, and Naoya Zen'in. Then you'd watch the spear as it drops to the ground, and makes a clattering sound. You stared at the spear, then at the Zen'in boy, then to your teacher in confusion; And that was how a cruel prank helped you figured out your cursed technique.
Time.
To put it simply, you can suspend inanimate and animate objects alike for a couple of seconds with your cursed energy. Was it useful? In a way, but you had very little control with it during your first couple of months training. To be quite frank, the only time it truly worked would be when your own body sensed that you were in imminent danger. So you learned how to be well-versed in hand-to-hand combat and weapon training, even learning how to imbue your cursed energy unto weapons to strengthen it towards battles against curses. You were still sent to missions, even if you didn't have full control yet. But it was all missions under the supervision of other higher level sorcerers of course, to give the higher-ups an idea on what grade you would be put under. By the end of your first year in high school, you became a grade 2 sorcerer.
A couple more months have passed, and you've advanced even further and learned how to control and use your cursed technique more efficiently. According to Gakuganji, your progress was slow and steady at first, but now, he said he wouldn't be surprised if you could create a domain expansion of your own. But you brushed him off, you knew how unlikely that would be. You were more than happy with your simple and innate domain, the one you were born with. It was already a long and tedious struggle learning about how to control your cursed energy, your cursed technique, and how to defeat curses.
Before you knew it, it was already spring again.
You were sitting in the classroom, listening to your professor talk about the history of sorcerers- when Gakuganji slid open the classroom door and entered the classroom. As soon as he stepped one foot into the classroom, all of you stood up in unison. You watched as the old man walked in front of the podium, and your professor respectfully bowed at him. "Hello students." You all bowed down in unison to show respect to him, before standing up straight. "You may all sit, I have an important announcement to make." You sat back down, putting your hand back under your chin.
"As you all know, the Kyoto-Sister Goodwill Event is happening again this year. Last year, the Tokyo school won, therefore we would have to travel back up there again for this year's event.." He'd sigh, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance, "I would have the just the third year high school student's join this year's event, but it seems that the Tokyo School will only be utilizing two of their students once again this year.." Now it was your turn to furrow your eyebrows, 'just two?' you'd think to yourself in confusion. "They're both special grade sorcerers, therefore, to even out the odds, Zen'in Naoya, you will be joining us for this year's event." You'd turn your attention to the blonde and green haired man, who was smirking at the principal, as if he was expecting the invite to join this years event- before you turned your attention back to the principal. "Amanogawa (Y/N), you will be joining us as well." Your eyes widened in surprise, "Sensei, there must be a mis-" He shook his head at you, "There is no mistake, you two will be joining us, along with two other third year sorcerers. We will all leave by the end of this week. That is all, kindly resume your lesson." He'd turn his attention back to the professor and give him a curt nod, before heading back out to the hallway.
Once class had ended, you rushed to the principal's office.
You knocked at the door of the principal's office, waiting for permission to go inside. "You may come in.." You'd hear Gakuganji speak from inside the office. "(Y/N)?" You'd close the door behind you quietly, "There must be a mistake Kouchou-sensei, I'm not ready to join the goodwill event- especially against two special grade sorcerers at that.. There's no way, Gakuganji-sensei. We'd definitely lose if you don't find someone else to take my spot." You'd frown at the old man, crossing your arms in front of your chest. If there was something you weren't afraid of, it would be Gakuganji. In a way, you've been blunt with him since your first day here at the school, and he's been upfront with you as well. Would you call it a father-daughter relationship? No, but your relationship resembled close enough to one.
"It's not my choice. The higher-ups.. Wishes to see you in combat against the two special grade sorcerers. They're curious to see if you've improved some more..." You'd furrow your eyebrows in confusion, "The higher-ups..?" You'd mumble under your breath in disbelief, why were they on your ass again. You were well aware as to how this society works, you follow the orders of the higher-ups, because their word reigns supreme. Even the Kyoto Principal has no power against their word, even if he has to follow their orders.
"But-..!" You'd then be cut off by the abrupt knock you'd hear behind you, "You may come in." You'd watch as you see one of Gakuganji's assistants peeks their head in thru the door, "Is this a bad time.. Principal Gakuganji..?" He shakes his head, waving his hand to usher the assistant in. "No, we were just finishing up. (Y/N), we leave by the end of this week, understood?" You'd sigh, shaking your head, before bowing.
"Understood."
Then you left the room, and that was the end of that discussion. "Have you found what I have asked you to look for?" The principal asks, as he continues to read about the reports that have been passed unto him to review about the recent surge of curses around the Tokyo area. The assistant rubs the nape of his neck, "I have.. But it doesn't make Gakuganji-san.." He'd turn his attention back to the nervous assistant, and away from the paperwork that's seated right in front of him "What doesn't make sense? Give it here." He'd extend his hand out to receive the paperwork from the younger man.
"She's related to a clan that was wiped out hundreds of years ago.." Gakuganji raises an eyebrow, as he flips through the DNA report. "Hoshizora.. Clan..?" He stares in disbelief, "Are you sure this is the right report?" The assistant fiddles with his fingers, "Y.. Yes Kouchou-sensei.. I had the medical team repeat the exam to make sure.. They said that it shouldn't be possible, there were no known survivors from that clan, there's no physical records of them either after the great clan war.. They should've been all wiped out...." Gakuganji takes a deep breath in,
"You're telling me.. This girl is related to the clan that used to serve the Gojo clan..?"
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Sooooo, I'm literally feeding ya'll with these updates..
But I ain't kidding when I say, I was hella inspired after I did a deep cleaning of my room and was jamming to my playlist. My playlist hit me hard enough that this random idea just popped into my head, and now I've been writing quite literally non-stop for this fic.
When you stare at the mirror in front of you, what do you see?
In the dimly lit bathroom, you stood frozen before the sink, hands trembling under the warm stream of water that cascaded off your hands. Each drop of water echoed the pounding you could feel within your heart, a relentless reminder of what you had done that night- a deed that cannot be reversed.
It wouldn't be the first time you had killed someone, under the orders of the higher-ups, so why were you so shaken up? You remember your training, keep your personal affairs away from business, and this was a job- nothing more, nothing less. But as you stand before the sink, looking up at your reflection in the mirror- you didn't know who or what you were looking at.
You stared back at a reflection you could no longer recognize, searching for that little girl that lived her life carelessly- but all you saw was a hollow gaze staring right back. You shake your head, breathing out a shaky sigh, as you continue to scrub the crimson streaks of your hands, especially the pesky ones that refuse to wash away.
It felt like your skin was on fire, burning you alive. You continued to scrub your hands, despite the evidence no longer incriminating your skin of your sins that night. You'd take a deep breath in to try and ground yourself, hearing the quiet whispers at the back of your mind of excuses of why you had to do it, why you had no other choice- in a desperate attempt to cling unto the fraying of your loose threads of innocence.
Was it because you were worried about what he'd think of you if he found out who you truly were?
Have you gone so soft, that you were afraid of how he'd see you? Once he finds out that you were nothing more than a puppet that the higher-ups use to do their bidding, to do their dirty work- without an ounce of hesitation. "I.. I had no choice.." You would murmur quietly to yourself, words spoken that were feeble against the weight of the deed that you had done.
And as you continue to scrub your hands, you could feel your skin becoming irritated and red. With each pump of soap you'd use to lather up your hands, the facade of your denial crumbled even further. Your breath hitched, as a strangled sob escaped your lips, feeling the enormity of your actions. You just killed the parents of an innocent child, just because the Jujutsu Higher-Ups had asked you to. This was proof that you had gone too far on the deep end and there truly was no more turning back. Yet, as you felt sick staring at your own reflection in the mirror, feeling the raw guilt festering within your subconscious.
You knew that you truly had no other choice, that this was all about survival.
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Waoooww, what a mysterious start to the story! LOL
It was April 4, 2004 in Fukuchiyama, a small city in the northern part of Kyoto Prefecture. You remember the cherry blossoms slowly blooming by the streets, as you walked home from school. Your friend was talking to you about some anime she had watched on TV yesterday, you'd quietly listen as she rambled on about a show you weren't familiar with. A gentle smile on your face, as you nodded, watching her make these hand gestures- letting her know she had your full attention. It was a beautiful afternoon, that's how you remembered that day.
As you approached your house, you noticed black cars parked in front of your house that you weren't familiar with. None of your relatives had cars like those, sleek, luxurious looking ones. Perhaps they had just parked in front of your house, because there were no other parking spaces in the neighborhood- it was a small and humble neighborhood after all. You waved goodbye to your friend, as you opened the gate to your house. She lived a couple of blocks away from you, which was why it was only natural that the two of you had walked home together almost everyday. She grinned, waving her hand goodbye as high as possible; you chuckled, before heading into your house.
"Okaa-san, Otou-san! Tadaima!" You'd yell from the front door, removing your shoes and placing them on the shoe cabinet, before stepping on the wooden floors and inserting your house slippers on. You'd gleefully walk through the hallway, before turning right and reaching the receiving area, the tatami room with the kotatsu and zabuton. You'd figured your mother would be having her afternoon tea by now, what you wouldn't expect would be the unexpected and unfamiliar visitors that would be sitting across from her; people that had an odd aura around them.
"Sweetheart! I didn't even realize you were home already!" Your mother smiled at you, almost forcefully, you'd notice the way her fingers were fidgeting on her lap, fingers grasping at the fabric of the apron that was tied around her waist. "Hey honey!" Your father greets you from beside your mother, now that was a rare sight. Your father would often be too busy to have tea with your mother in the afternoon, being too busy grading papers from the university he works at. A tight smile was on his lips as well, he was uncomfortable, it wouldn't take a genius to figure that one out.
You'd turn your attention to the older looking gentlemen that sat across from them, one of them wearing a traditional hakama, while the other wore a school uniform you weren't familiar with. "(Y/N), correct?" The older gentleman spoke, you'd stare at them, unresponsive to your own name- until your mother spoke. "Meet Gakuganji-san and Zen'in-San, they're from the Kyoto Metropolitan High School. Please show some respect, sweetheart." Her voice sounded restrained, uncomfortable. "It's nice to meet you." You'd speak, bowing your head slightly, to show some form of respect.
Your mother would then wave her hand at you and pat the zabuton next to her, letting you know that she wants you to sit next to her. "As we've discussed, our school is a prestigious one- that only one would ever dream of being admitted to. We'd like to extend that offer to Ms. (Y/N) here. We're well aware that she's not in high school yet, but she's about to graduate middle school and I'm sure that the two of you are already looking for a high school for this young girl to attend.." Your mother chuckles nervously, "Yes.. But central Kyoto is so far away-.." The catfish looking man interrupted her before she even finished voicing her concerns, "We'd pay for the four years that she'll be spending at our school, she'd have a scholarship and an allowance from us to spend however she pleases. We'd even pay you both to let her attend our school.." He'd grin towards you, before reverting his attention back to your parents. "She's just such a talented student, we've seen her profile and she's a student we cannot miss out on."
This whole situation made you feel uneasy, why did they even want you to go to their school? You weren't all that special, you were just a regular fourteen year old girl. Sure, you were a good student, the top of your class in academics and you kept yourself busy with some extra-curriculars in the afternoon- but there were other contenders that most likely had a better academic profile than what you had. So, why you? And why were they so adamant on making you go? It didn't feel right, none of it did. Paying your parents just for you to go? It made your skin crawl, what were you? A prostitute that can be bought?
"We do need the money.. Honey.." Your dad would start, mumbling it quietly against your mother's ear. Your mother gave his thigh a hard pinch and glared at him quietly. "As much as we'd like to accept your offer, I don't think we're comfortable accepting your offer. I'm truly sorry the two of you have wasted your time extending this once in a lifetime offer." The catfish looking man frowned, clearly displeased with her choice. But the other man beside him remained neutral, respecting her wishes. "We appreciate the two of you for allowing us into your lovely home and offering us tea. And most of all, we appreciate the both of you for at least listening to our proposition. If your choice about her studies ever changes, you have our business cards." He stood up and stared at the other man to do the same, Naobito would heave a heavy sigh before getting up himself. Then that was that, the two men left your house and the three of you resumed your daily lives.
That was the last spring with your parents.
The cherry blossoms had now started falling, it was now May, nearing the end of the short life cycle of most sakura trees. You and your friend had approached your house, when you noticed the blaring police sirens outside your home. There were a couple of nosy neighbors that stood outside of the yellow line that now surrounded your home, whispering to each other- wondering what was going on. Furrowing your eyebrows, you were confused why there were so many cops outside of your childhood home. You'd notice two ambulances on the side, with its doors wide open.
"(Y/N)!" You'd hear your friend yell for you, as you rushed towards your home, ducking under the yellow police tape. A couple of police officers would stop you right at the gate of your home, when a couple of coroners dressed in navy took a body out in a stretcher. Your mouth agape, as tears started slipping past your eyes. You'd remember screaming for your parents, as the coroners took another body out of your home- wheeling them into the ambulances. One of the police officers hugged your body tightly against his, as you fought him, screaming in bloody murder. Eventually all the fight you had left in you had died, and you could only hear the gentle voice of the police officer whispering to you that everything would be alright. You'd collapse unto the ground, along with the officer, as he cradled your head on his chest.
The next couple of days were a blur. You ended up staying at your friend's house, while the police officers finished up their investigation at your house. They were never quite able to figure out what happened, they ruled out suicide- but they could never quite figure out who killed your parents, no one hated your family enough to kill them. There was no motive for anyone to kill your mother and father- and leave you an orphan. Everyone adored your parents, so the police officers deemed it as a stroke of bad luck. Wrong person at the wrong place, wrong time.
Your parents' wishes were honored and they were cremated.
There was a funeral and several of your friends, along with their parents and your parent's friends attended. There were even some of your father's students that attended, offering you support through this difficult time. You could only offer them a tight lipped smile, a smile that never quite reached your eyes. Once they've all left, you stood in front of the columbarium, just staring at their names. No more tears were left for you to shed, you just felt numb and empty.
Eventually, you built enough energy to visit your home- to at least pack some of your clothes; you've been borrowing your friend's clothes for the last couple of days after all. You arrived at the front of your house, heart heavy, as you pushed the gate open and entered your home. You avoided the tatami room, refused to look anywhere else, and headed straight to your room. And once you've finished packing your clothes, you head back downstairs. But before you left your home to head back to your friend's, you went to the fridge and opened it.
You would see food that was on plates, that was wrapped with a plastic wrap. So your mother at least had a chance to cook.. Before they were.. You shook your head, trying your best to no longer think of what happened to them. You closed the fridge, where you were met with two business cards that were hung on there with a magnet. Grabbing the both of them, both read "Kyoto Metropolitan High School" and as you flipped it to the other side, that's where you're met with the names and phone numbers of the men that visited your home a month ago.
"Yoshinobu Gakuganji, Naobito Zen'in."
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Hello friends! I hope ya'll enjoyed the first chapter! I will, will, will introduce Gojo soon. This IS a Gojo x reader fanfic.
I hope ya'll like it so far!
Well, I shall see ya'll later friends! Hope you enjoyed this short, quick chapter! :)
synopsis: Let us deep dive into Gojo Satoru's subconscious, as he recalls the difficulties he faced right after his best friend's death. Where he's then reminded by the reader, someone who had also suffered the very same lost, that he should continue to live on in his memory, and cherish those that are still alive.
"おかえりさとる。"
word count: 2k +
Author’s Note: This was heavily inspired by a song that I listened to, as I drove back home. Where I imagined how Gojo would look at the reader and slowly come into a realization that his own youth isn't over- that she was still here, someone that remained constant from his youth. That what he should fear the most, would be that if he never felt anything at all after his friend's death. That human emotions, and spending time with those who matter the most, no matter how short their chapter is in his life- should be what he cherished, not feared. Yes, I took parts of my fic and put it in here..
Warning: minor spoilers from Gojo's Arc, Shibuya Incident & JJK 0. Slight angst.
Gojo Satoru is the strongest Jujutsu sorcerer, he always has been. From the moment he was born, the higher-ups knew that he'd either be wrapped around their little fingers, or be the biggest headache they'll ever come to receive. As soon as he was brought into this world, there was that shift in the world and somehow both curses and jujutsu sorcerers knew to fear him.
He continued to live by his name, as he lived each and every day brimming in confidence. He knew exactly what he was capable of, he knows that he is the strongest and most powerful sorcerer in the Jujutsu World. Sukuna is no easy feat for other Jujutsu Sorcerers, but to Gojo Satoru? Sukuna was nothing more than just a plaything, that if he wanted to, he could easily kill him. He can be the most cold-blooded individual in the battlefield, that if he had no choice, he will choose the destruction of his enemy- even if that meant that the death of many innocent lives; of course, he would never intentionally take the life of an innocent person.
Yet, he always felt alone.
Gojo Satoru has always been alone, from the day he was born. He never needed anyone, that was before he started going to Tokyo Prefectural Jujutsu High School, where he met the two people that would change his life forever. One would be his best friend, the person he genuinely believed to be his 'one and only'. Therefore it shouldn't be much of a surprise when he took his death harshly, being tasked to execute the one person he could compare to being subpar with himself.
For a year, he became a recluse, hiding himself in his dormitory room- running away from reality. He refused to face it, that he had killed his 'best friend, his one and only'. The only time he would come out, would be because he's been told that he actually has to be a teacher, or he'd be drowning himself in missions as a distraction. But he avoided his colleagues like the plague and the only other woman that was constant in his life, avoiding each and every interaction he'd have with his colleagues that only expressed their worries from him.
When Satoru did come out of his dormitory room, (Y/N) would come rushing to get a chance to talk to him. Asking him how he was, stating, "Satoru, be honest with me. I'm serious, how are you?" To which he'd answer, "I'm fine, (Y/N)! I swear, you worry too much!" Just like that, their conversation would end. And the young woman would stand there, as he watched the silhouette of his back get further and further away from him.
They were the trio, that's what they had called themselves.
It's always been him, Geto and you- the three of you against the world; and of course Shoko, if she ever bothered to deal with the three of you. He could still remember as clear as day, the times they've all spent carelessly in happiness- never once thinking of the future and lived in the moment. As days passed and the emotional wounds he sustained tried to heal, Gojo would try to convince himself that he did the right thing. Only to be met with thoughts of self-loathing, the whispers on the back of his mind, stating "you're always meant to be alone, Gojo Satoru."
But he'd be brought back to reality, as he sees that picture frame that sat on a desk in his dormitory. It was a picture of the three of them, before it had all gone downhill. He was laughing his head off, and along side him was Getō Suguru and (Y/N), who was smushed unto his side- as his arm was hooked around her shoulder. It was the seventeen year old Satoru, who had no worries, no sense of responsibility and only thought of himself. And the person he had his arm slung on was Getō Suguru, his best friend, the only friend he ever considered to be a real 'friend'.
After Suguru's betrayal, the facade he had put up was like a veil that was put on an area where spirits needed to be exorcised. True intentions hidden behind that child-like behavior, laughter to hide that he was hurting too. The trauma that he had dealt with throughout the years, no matter how hard he had tried to hide it behind that happy-go-lucky attitude- you knew he had regrets, several of them.
But he'd notice, the way you continued to stay by his side.
The way you'd pester him constantly, telling him that he needs to have a better diet. Reminding him that one day his terrible eating habits will come bite his ass, when he's old and no longer at his prime. He'd watch the way you'd look at him with those eyes, ones that never judged someone by their looks- but with their character. The way you'd force him to eat, when he refused to eat, placing the spoon against his lips.
He never understood why you stood by his side, when all he's ever done was push you away constantly. But you'd stay, you'd continue to bring snacks by his dormitory, even if meant just giving him sweets- rather than actual meals. It wasn't just Getō Suguru that you had lost that day after all, you lost Gojo as well. So you stayed patient, consistent, until he allowed you back into his heart. Never once did you ask for anything back, you just hoped that your friend's once gleaming eyes filled with so much playfulness would come back.
He'd allow you back in.
Although you knew, that Satoru still continued to keep you at arms length. Never once truly letting you get through his infinity, but you'd wait patiently, allowing him to take as much time he needed to recuperate. That time may never come, and from an outside perspective, it seemed like you were just putting yourself through an unneeded hell.
Yet, you couldn't help but stay. Maybe it was the guilt, the feelings of maybe you could've done something- talked to Suguru about it all. But you did, you tried your hardest- yet he made his choice. And you'd remember one of the last few moments that the two of you had with each other, a final moment spent with each other, before he was killed a few weeks after.
"You and Gojo, take care of each other."
You let out a soft laugh, upon hearing his words. "Why do you sound like you're gonna leave us, Sugu?" Silence, when the silence lasted longer than a couple of minutes, you turned your head to face him. You were met with a Suguru who watched the stars that lit up the gloomy night sky, "Suguru..?" You mumbled quietly, as you watched him turn his head towards you and give you a half-smile.
Your heart clenched at the sight, "Are you really planning on leaving us?" Your lips pursing into a thin line, a solemn facial expression plastered unto your face. He let out a bitter chuckle, knowing well enough of his faith and the consequences that were soon going to follow him. He reached a hand up and ruffled your hair, his rough hand eventually reaching your face, his calloused fingers caressing your cheeks.
"Please, always make sure to take care of each other."
Then on October 31st, 2018, Gojo Satoru has been sealed inside of the prison realm. Only then will Gojo begin to realize how much time he's actually lost, and his heart slowly welled up in appreciation of everything that he had taken for granted. Within this darkness, his only friend were the memories of her. He closed his eyes, as the fleeting memories of you played like a broken jukebox.
Memories of you sitting in front of your office desk at the apartment that the both of you had just moved into, your back turned to him, as you wrote your report of the recent infestation of curses. Remembering the moment that you had turned your office chair around and smiled at him, "Okaeri, 'Toru." Then there it was, the warmth that had once bothered him, now swole up in his chest. It was nothing more than just a 'welcome home', yet he could still remember the way your hair was pinned up by a hair clip. The way the end of your eyes creased whenever you smiled at him, and that slight pink undertone on your cheeks.
Years had passed, yet that same warmth always lingered- unchanging. Even when he saw others speak of how they all eventually got bored of their significant other, or they weren't the right person for them- that wasn't the case for him. Even if the two of you had your fair share of fights, he just couldn't help but succumb- it always made him feel uneasy if the two of you didn't make up. How you made him feel never changed, it always felt like the two of you had just started dating and he'd get butterflies in his stomach every time he saw you.
It felt like you were the only thing keeping him sane, within this prison.
Like you were a bright star in the darkest of nights, leading him back to you. He knew he should've kissed you more, maybe even be selfish and didn't go to Shibuya that day. That he should've stayed in bed with you longer, asked you to make him more tamagoyakis. But these were now nothing but regrets, all he can do now is return to your side.
Besides feeling like his entire world was being torn apart, he couldn't help but feel troubled about what had happened to everyone in Shibuya after he was sealed. Questions as to whether or not his students and colleagues were still alive, or how his once closest friend stood right before him. He knew it wasn't Suguru, he knew that deep in his soul that it wasn't him- that there was no way it could be him. Gojo Satoru killed him, because he still remembered to this day- the absolute devastation that your face had contorted to after hearing the news. He would shake those thoughts away from his headspace, as he continued to stare at the skeletons that were now his only friend in this threshold. He'd feel..
Frustrated.
He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white, knowing well that there was nothing he could do. You must've been crying, and that's what infuriated him the most. He had promised to be there for you for the times that you felt like you couldn't deal with the world anymore- but now, here he was, completely helpless. He wanted to be the one there by your side, wiping your tears away, reassuring you that everything would be alright. But he will come back, he had promised you that, he always promised to come back to you no matter the circumstance.
So he did, the moment that Gojo Satoru had escaped that prison- his first thought was to come back to you. What he didn't expect would be the injuries that you had sustained, as he stared at the utter shock splattered unto your face. "'T.. 'Toru?" You'd whisper in disbelief, and he'd watch as you rubbed your bruised eyes with your forearm- as if you were trying to make sure that you weren't seeing things.
He'd feel that lump build up in his throat, as he eyed your body. The way you had a sling over your shoulder to support your right arm that was wrapped in a cast, or how you had cuts and bruises all over your beautiful face, he'd feel anger well up within him- only to be cut off by the softness of your voice. "Is it really you..?" Still in disbelief, you'd limp towards him, your eyebrows furrowed towards the middle- creating that crease in between your eyebrows.
"I'm home."
He'd smile, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, as he meets her halfway and wraps his arms around her waist. "I'm sorry for taking so long, didn't mean to keep you waiting..." He'd mumble against her forehead, as he gives her a soft kiss. An apology, not just for being trapped in that realm for so long and keeping her waiting, but also for the way he's treated her for that entire year when she's only meant well.
She'd wrap her uninjured arm around him, her nose against the crook of his neck, intaking in his scent. (Y/N) would weep against his shoulder, feeling the snowy haired man gently rub his hand against her lower back as a sign of comfort. There could be no amount of words that could explain the fullness that he felt well in his heart, as he welcomed the once unwanted warmth that took over his chest. Allowing himself to feel the emotions that he had kept behind that wall, and permitting the woman in front of him to break down those walls he has built up in that year of self-loathing.
synopsis: Megumi thanks his adoptive mother, Gojo's lover, for having always taken care of him and his half-sister- as they both reminiscence about the past.
word count: 1.5k +
Author’s Note: Fluff, fluff, fluff. Just mum reader and her adoptive child Megumi. I would also like to note that Gojo and Reader already have an established relationship, and that this is also a chapter from a fanfic I've written.
Warning: very minor descriptions about scars from self-harm.
A young woman had a soft smile present on her face, as she watched both the first and the second years play in the water. She sat on the beach, wiggling her toes a bit, then sinking her toes deeper unto the sand. Today, marked the first day of their break. Technically, it wasn't vacation, but with Gojo having exorcised almost every cursed spirit within the 25 kilometer radius- it's officially vacation for the students.
The students yelled at each other, splashing water towards one other, as they basked under the summer sun. A soft sigh escaped her lips, content, after seeing her students have fun in the water. "Sensei." (Y/N) turned her head to the sound of the voice, "Megumi? It's just us, you can just call me (Y/N)." He nodded, "May I?" The raven haired boy asked, as he eyed the space beside her- she nodded. "Why aren't you having fun with the rest of them?" She asked the young boy, as she turned her gaze straightforward, continuing to watch the students play in the water without a care in the world.
It was silent for a second, then "Thank you, okaa-san." The woman's eyes widened a bit, confused, as she turned her head to get a better look at the boy beside her. "I wanted to say thank you, I never got the chance to." She was speechless, unsure of what to say next. "For what, Megumi-kun?" (Y/N) observed the way he fiddled with his fingers, he wasn't nervous. But he was hesitant, she could tell through his body language. Years worth of taking care of the young boy, she eventually understood how he was. Then he paused and looked at her straight in the eye, speaking of words that left her mouth agape.
"For having always taken care of my sister and I."
Gojo Satoru was a second year student at the time, roughly around the age of seventeen. The young woman he came to love was fifteen, it was the year she had entered Jujutsu High as a first year student. No one came back unscathed from the Star Plasma Vessel mission, even when Satoru seemed to have gained a lot by learning the true potential of his limitless- there were also things that were sacrificed during the mission. Even when it's been a decade, the scars seemed to continue being fresh wounds.
".. S.. Satoru who's this?" The young girl blinked in confusion, eyeing the small boy, that seemed to be around the age of six. "This here is Megumi! Fushiguro Megumi! Starting from today onwards we'll be taking care of him!" The sapphire orbed man gleed, causing the young woman to furrow her eyebrows together. Taking a deep breath in, and swallowing her questions down for later, she smiled at the little boy. "Hi Megumi! I'm (Y/N), it's nice to meet you!" She knelt down on face level, as she ruffled his hair gently. The raven haired boy continued to have a poker face, she was slightly taken back by his demeanor, but didn't mind it.
She looked up at Satoru, "I'm going to be preparing dinner at the common room, are you going to be joining us?" He shook his head, "I have to report back to Yaga, so it'll just be the two of you." She nodded, and watched as he ruffled the raven haired boy's hair messily. "I'll get going. Alright Megumi, make sure to take care of pretty miss (Y/N) here! Don't give her a hard time." The young boy released a light huff, and the young girl's cheeks became lightly tinted with pink. "And (Y/N), thank you." The young man gave her a sincere smile, before heading out.
"Alright Megumi, dinner is served." (Y/N) sat on the opposite side of the table where the young boy sat, and observed as he picked up his chopsticks and started eating. She laughed internally, upon the realization that she might just have to teach the young boy some table manners. But she couldn't blame him either for hastily eating, he must've been starving from the looks of it. "So Megumi-kun, how's the food?" She asked, which made the boy pause, as he was about to pick up another piece of gyoza. (Y/N) observed as he pursed his lips into a thin line, before opening them ever so slightly, to speak of the softest of responses.
"It's really good, thank you.. (Y/N)-san."
The sixteen year old woman laid on the hospital bed, observing the snow that was falling from the sky. It was the first snow of winter, the gloomy weather looming over, but the sparkling of the snowflakes seemed to brighten the season of death. Turning her head to the sound of the door opening, she was met with a little boy who was now a year older. "Megumi.." A gentle smile forming unto her face, "You came to visit me again, I'm being spoiled so much." She observed as the young boy's gaze turned down to stare at his feet, a frown now replacing that smile that she once had.
He approached her, while Gojo laid his back against the white walls of the hospitals room and observed from the door. "When are you coming back home.." He mumbled quietly, still looking down at his feet. "Gojo doesn't cook very good food and Tsumiki misses your cooking.." A soft laugh escaped her lips, before she reached down and brought Megumi to sit on the hospital bed with her. "Soon, I'm going home soon."
She gave the boy a reassuring smile, hoping to see the slightest of a smile on his face. Instead, she found him staring at her arm that was laying on top of her lap, where her scars resided, still healing from the trauma of her own doing. Rotating her arm to hide the scars from the boy, she caressed his cheek with her other hand and turned his face upwards to look at her. "I'll be okay Megumi-kun, I promise to be back soon, so you won't have to endure Satoru's atrocious cooking." A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and the trust his gaze held, when he looked at her directly in the eye.
"That better be a promise."
It was the summer of 2011 and (Y/N) was about to die from the heatstroke. The twenty year old sat at the curb, sweating her ass off. Resting her head in her between legs, then she almost yelled her entire heart out when she felt a cold contraption rest at the back of her neck. "Ah-! Sa.. Satoru!" She yelped, to only earn a chuckle from the older man. "Tired already, my love?" Sighing softly, she nodded.
The two watched as Tsumiki wrapped her arm around her younger step brother's shoulder, who was about to grow taller than his older step sister. "C'mon Megumi! Let's go ride the teacups!" The eleven year old boy furrowed his eyebrows together, reluctant on going to the teacups that were whirling around in circles. The older child looked at (Y/N) for help, "Go on Megumi, don't let your sister ride by herself." She gave the younger one a closed-eyed smile, the raven haired boy huffing, as he reluctantly agreed.
The four of them were currently at Disneyland, oddly enough, Gojo coincidentally had his mission in Osaka- in result, he could join them on their vacation. "They're having fun, right?" The woman asked her lover, who had his arm around her shoulder. "Don't stress too much, kikufuku. Look, even Megumi's starting to smile." He pointed towards the two, who were riding a red teacup. Tsumiki, despite her frail self, used the wheel in the middle to spin the teacup faster. A soft smile and pink tainted cheeks soon became present on the raven haired boy's face, as he helped his older sister spin the teacup faster.
"Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't worry too much."
The woman ruffled the sixteen year old boy's hair, "You know that, you don't have to thank me right?" She asked, to which the boy nodded in response. "I know, but Tsumiki thought of you as a mother.. And I.. I truly do so, as well.." He mumbled quietly, (Y/N) sighs softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and gently pushing his head to rest at her shoulder.
"Thank you too, Megumi.." She paused, looking up at the bright blue sky, seagulls passing by the tent they sat in. "For what, (Y/N)-san?" He observed that soft smile slowly form unto her lips, her gaze returning back to the students who were playing in the water. It was almost, melancholic, the way her gaze turned motherly as she watched the other students play in the water.
synopsis: Gojo Satoru finally proposes to his long-term girlfriend, and his students find out about how prudent his proposal was. As the students bicker with their teacher about how unromantic his proposal was, his girlfriend couldn't help but feel nostalgic upon watching this interaction. This leads her to reminiscence about the times when Gojo was a father figure to their adoptive son, Megumi.
One of the moments that she holds dear to her heart, would be when Dad Gojo sings to Megumi- in an attempt to help him fall asleep.
Reader and Gojo have been in a relationship since high school, and took care of Megumi and his sister together.
word count: 1.5k +
Author's Note: This is a chapter taken out of my fanfic that I wrote, but I essentially wrote it almost like a stand alone piece. Gojo acting like a dad is one of those things that I hold very close and dear to my heart. I really poured my heart out into this one.
"What kind of proposal was that?!"
Nobara yelled, as she was holding unto your hand and was inspecting the ring quite intently. She'd twist your hand, to see how much the ring would shimmer under the light. If you were being honest, it was probably for the best to never mention that the two of you had actually lost the ring and it took quite a bit of time to look for it. Thankfully Satoru imbued some of his cursed energy into the ring, making it a tidbit easier to look for.
Maki would then attack his teacher as well, telling him that you deserved better than just some measly proposal. Now, that was out of character for the green haired woman, but she just had so much love for you- so she too, wanted nothing less than for you to receive what you deserved.
"You better propose to her again, Satoru!"
"Shake!"
"Yeah sensei, for a romantic, you'd think you'd get the hang of this by now.."
Now, even Yuta was also greatly disappointed by his teacher. But Gojo took it all, he'd cling unto Megumi, with fake tears in his eyes. "'Gumiiiii~ Help meee! They're attacking your precious 'dad'!" And you couldn't help but snicker at how the raven haired boy rolled his eyes, "She really did deserve better, you know?" Then Gojo clutched unto his chest, right where his heart would be. "My own son, on their side?!" He'd gasp, as he put a hand on his forehead, acting like he was about to faint.
You couldn't help but laugh at the situation that was unfolding itself in front of you, they were more mad than you were. But as you watched the interaction between the kids and their sensei, you couldn't help but feel nostalgic at the thought of how these were essentially his kids. Children that he has essentially raised, and fought for in front of the council. One might even argue that Gojo Satoru has been a better father figure to them, than anybody else was.
But Gojo never saw himself as a fatherly figure, nor could he ever imagine himself having his own children. It was something that you've always known, something that the two have talked about when talking about the future. Sure, there would be moments in time that he'd get baby fever and want a kid of his own- but the truth of the matter is, he'd be too worried for their safety if it ever came to fruition.
He could also never see himself actively being there, being thrown into missions that the higher-ups would send him to- with no regard to the days he has taken off from work. But he knew, that if you were ever got pregnant on accident again, he'd take full responsibility. Even if he was never sure of the future, he'd make his priority to always be there for you.
But you saw him under a different light, you knew that Gojo was always meant to become a father. Despite his upbringing, he was always one step ahead of proving himself to be a better man than his father could've ever been. He's already proved himself to be such a good man, at the ripe age of eighteen, when he took someone in that wasn't even blood-related to him in anyway. Then you'd see it, the way he'd raise the two children and that's how you knew- he'd make an amazing father.
"The monsters gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here.."
You'd hear a soft voice sing from inside of the bedroom, peeking in, you'd see your twenty year old lover sing to the raven haired boy. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.. Beautiful boy.." You couldn't help but smile, as you watched your snowy haired lover caress the younger boys fluffy hair, noticing that the little boy's eyes were slowly fluttering closed.
"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.. Beautiful.. Boy.." He'd whisper in a hum-like sound, as Megumi's entire body rested against Gojo's side. Gojo smiles, as he slowly removes himself off of Megumi's bed. He snuggly tucks the little boy in bed, before-
"Goodnight, 'Gumi.. See you in the morning.."
Gojo never knew that you noticed these little things that he did for the children, maybe because by the time he'd left Megumi's room, you'd act like you just came home from work; acting clueless as if you didn't see how gentle he was with Megumi. You wanted him to figure it out on his own, for him to see that he would make a great father. But despite his high and almighty, egotistic act, you always knew what he thought of himself. That he always had thoughts of never being good enough to have kids of his own, and you knew that it was his deep-rooted fear of becoming like his father.
You always begged to differ, especially when the closed off boy called him 'papa' for the very first time. It was 2011 and you remember that day so vividly, Satoru wasn't even suppose to come- because he had been held back due to a sudden mission he was sent to by the higher-ups. You saw how disappointed Megumi was, especially since he was graduating elementary school and was now entering middle school- but he wasn't surprised. Satoru was an extremely busy man, especially now, since he is rising up in the ranks- and Megumi knew that. So the young boy never bothered him with such trivial things, like his elementary school graduation; he would have many more anyways.
"Meeeeguuuumiiiiii~!"
Then there it was, the voice of you incredulously handsome lover. "Satoru?!" You'd turn around in surprise, to see the man running to the both of you wearing a black suit and flowers in hand. Turning to Megumi, you'd see the way his eyes widened and the little sparkle that manifested within them. "Did you really think I'd miss your graduation?" He'd ask theoretically, as he scooped the little boy into his arms, nuzzling his cheek against the little boys.
"If you're here, then what about the mission?" You'd ask, noticing the way women would whisper amongst themselves. But you already knew what they were gossiping amongst themselves, and it would be how such a good-looking young man could already have a child; it wasn't your first time in this rodeo. "Ohhhh! Yeah! I finished it quickly~!" He'd glee, causing for you to furrow your eyebrows.
"Oh Satoru.." He'd cut you off, knowing well that you were worried about him. "I'm alright sweetheart, besides I'm the strongest! And there's no way I could ever miss such an important occasion." He smiles, reaching a hand up to ruffle your hair softly. But the little boy in his arms was just in complete awe, genuinely surprised he was here. "Papa", the little boy spoke, causing for Satoru to turn his attention his adoptive son- flabbergasted.
"What.. What'd you just-"
But before he could ask, he was cut off. "Excuse me?" A young beautiful woman spoke, as she stood by your lover's side. "I was just wondering if you were available to get some coffee-.." Causing Megumi to wrap his arms tighter around Satoru's neck, "Mama and papa are taking me out today to go eat in a restaurant." Which now left you stunned, especially at how out of character Megumi was acting. The young boy never acted out, nor has he ever called Satoru 'papa' before. You watched as the young woman's face flushed red in embarrassment, "Oh god! I didn't realize you two were his parents, I thought you were just relatives of his. I'm so sorry!" She spoke in a hurry, before quickly excusing herself out of that situation.
Satoru turned his attention to the young boy, who was looking at him with that same stoic look. "'Gumi, call me that again.." But instead of hearing 'papa' leave his lips, his face only contorted into a disgusted one. "Come on 'Gumi! One more time!" He'd whine, nuzzling his cheek once more against his adoptive sons. You'd watch the two in amusement, content, as you watched Megumi have that soft and playful smile plastered unto his lips. It made you feel at ease, knowing that Megumi would never refer to Satoru as his father if he never meant it, and you knew it took a lot out of him to do so.
And that's how you knew, that Gojo Satoru would be an amazing father.
Gojo Satoru is a cold man. Despite his happy go lucky attitude towards his students, close colleagues and his own friends, he's a cold man. Although, calling him a cold man would do him injustice, rather calling his personality complex would be more fitting. He's a man who at times has an attitude of a child, nonchalant, playful and charming- yet, unsympathetic and most definitely cruel to the sorcerer executives, and the jujutsu council.
Gojo Satoru is a cold man. He's confident, he knows exactly what he was capable of, he knows that he is the strongest and most powerful sorcerer in the Jujutsu World. Sukuna is no easy feat for other Jujutsu Sorcerers, but to Gojo Satoru? Sukuna was nothing more than just a plaything, that if he wanted to, could easily kill. He can be the most cold-blooded individual in the battlefield, that if he had no choice, he will choose the destruction of his enemy- even if that meant that the death of many innocent lives; of course, he would never intentionally take the life of an innocent person.
Gojo Satoru is a cold man. He's a man who towered over all his students, standing over one hundred and ninety centimeters and most definitely attracted several women who went pass him. His ethereal white hair, coupled with his iridescent ocean blue eyes has always been a ladies' man and he knows it. I mean, who wouldn't fall for him? He has the charming looks, and most definitely the most believable facade.
Gojo Satoru was a cold man, till he met you. A young girl who had the most gorgeous, coruscating golden eyes, that every time he looked at you- he felt like he was suffocating. His heart clenched and his hands would start shaking, to him the feeling of seeing you, felt unreal. Your eyes opposing his cold blue eyes, shined brightly, like the sun on a warm morning. To him, you were the sun and he was the moon- he revolved around you. You made Gojo Satoru feel nervous, on edge. A feeling that felt unfamiliar to him, especially to a man like him, a man who only knew confidence and brimmed of it. You made him feel like a school girl who had an unrequited love for a boy that was unattainable, you were unattainable in his eyes. And that shouldn't be possible, right?
Gojo Satoru was a cold man. But your gleaming, kind eyes and the way you smiled, the way you laughed, always brought him back down to earth, even as he rode the high of knowing no one could resist him and he had almost everything- one look at you and he felt, soft, tender-hearted. You made him feel vulnerable. To him, you will always be his first and final love. No matter how many girls he'd go on dates with, all he saw was you, to the point it became pointless to even bother going on dates; you were endgame for him.
"Sato-Kun.."
"Earth to Sato.."
"Satoru-Kun if you don't wake up, I'm going to eat all these Kikufukus on my own!" And with that Satoru's eyes opened wide to only be met with those golden orbs, but to his dismay, he sat up too quickly and slammed his forehead to yours. "Owwww" you groaned in pain, as you looked at him with one eye still close and the other one open, before giggling. "Geez Sato, I came here bearing gifts and this is what I get!" You continued to laugh, as he felt his cheeks become tainted with pink, with blood slowly creeping up his cheeks.
You were as beautiful as when he first met you on that field filled with flowers, the way you laughed, the way you carried yourself- you were his weakness. "Sato, are you okay? Do you have a fever? You look really red." As you were about to put the back of your palm against his forehead, he smacked it away. "I'm okay, now where's my Kikufukus!" You chuckled, "yes, yes, just your Kikufukus." You smiled softly as you set the box of sweets beside him, "eat up Mr. Sweet Tooth." And with that, the two of you sat in sweet silence.
Gojo Satoru was a cold man, as long as you were always beside him.
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