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Growing Pains

Megumi Fushiguro x Reader (angst) (slight yuuta x reader + kinda shorter)

He met her when he was just 10 and her only 12. Now he was a first-year and she was a third-year. This gap was the thing he despised the most. These two years invited others to want her, to think they could have a chance. Worse was the agony of being near her knowing that no matter what, through the lens of her eyes, he will always be a kid. What shattered him was how effortlessly the 2nd-year won her heart.

 He had come home from school to see Gojo helping the girl move into room 3 doors from his own. The unconventional guardian, upon making eye contact, ran up towards him and introduced her immediately. Gojo had spoken so fast that only bits of the bomb of words entered his ears. Made worse by how once he finished, the man ran off, leaving the boy to help the older girl. 

It wasn’t long before Megumi gathered at the pieces of information. The older girl's name was (l/n) (y/n) . She was an orphan previously, and had been picked up by the elders. The story was quite simple: a sorcerer was sent on a low level mission at the orphanage that she had been at, but upon arrival they were met with a dead curse and the girl at the scene. Somehow Gojo ended up in charge of her.

Naturally, the two became close friends, often having to deal with Gojo together. They would eat together, and plan who would cook dinner. To explore their curse techniques or invite each other to the vending machines.

As they grew older the (h/c) girl would blossom first, he noticed how she became more comfortable in her body. The ways in which she grew even prettier as time went by, to how she found confidence in herself. He also noticed how boys' eyes started following her, the way she would come home with notes of confessions or flowers.  It was in those times that he wished to grow older and ward them off himself. His crush only became bigger and in proportion, the walls that seemingly prevented her from seeing him as someone other than a kid.

What hurt him the most was the way she would come running home when the boys hurt her feelings. The ways in which he would help comfort her by bringing her favorite foods, set up her comfort movie. He hated how the tears flowed down her face, the ways her eyes would puff over a guy that didn’t deserve her. If only she could pick him, he would make sure to guard her heart, treat her with care, stand by her side when things get rough and make sure she understood how perfect she already was. It was like the gods had cursed him with an endless agony, the way he would fix her heart and gather the pieces but could never be the hands which held it. Eventually she would get over it and continue on.

“Ohh, Megumi your such a caring little brother to me” 

The sentence always haunted him. Yet for some reason his heart couldn't let her go, hope still found its way in. Maybe he still had a chance or that this long wait and torture had a payoff. So, he foolishly hung on, not caring if his hands became torn and bloody, until he saw her with his upperclassmen.

The boy had only arrived a month ago, but he could see how the blush decorated her cheeks whenever they made eye contact. The way the girl swoon over Yuuta unlike the boys before, the way the gentlemen’s simple act of kindness, like picking up her dropped hair tie, so easily rewarded him with a smile.

He didn’t know if the girl's trust to tell him everything about Yuuta hurt him more, or the fact that he could tell the respectable boy had liked her back. He saw the way the boy's eyes lingered on the girl when she left the classroom, the very same ones he himself had given since they first met. The way her compliment had also painted a smile on his face and the giddiness he would secretly express when the girl left. 

The way that passed items would mean lingering touches between each other or the way they didn’t deny anything when their peers would tease them. Instead laughing along and beaming with pride that the two were associated. The way in which the upperclassmen went up to him asking for advice, and he had given it feelingly. Knowing that no matter how much he hated the situation Yuuta was a good man for (y/n).

When Yuuta was sent away it was no surprise when the girl was chosen to go with him. It also shouldn’t have surprised Megumi when he received the call.

“Megumi, you’re not gonna believe it! He asked me out!” or the other one a week later when his childhood crush announced “It is official, I’m his girlfriend”. All he could do was congratulate her while he died inside. It wasn’t the two years that drove the girl away but the fact that he wasn’t enough. The girl was selfish to him, not because she had done anything wrong, it was that even with his heart crushed he knew that if the girl ever called him, he would be there. Or the fact that even if another girl entered his life if (y/n) asked him to, he would drop everything to be with her.

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Unspoken

Nanami Kento x Reader (angst)

All his life he knew that he would die protecting others so imagine his surprise when he found someone he wanted to live for. Whether he liked it or not the baker had made their way into his heart and for once he wanted something for himself. When work got tough he would imagine them caring for him when he got home, the smell of fresh baked goods infiltrating his nose, bringing an escape he desperately needed. He planned to marry the girl who held his heart, the one promise he vowed to keep. Yet when sent to Shibuya, without realizing he never had the chance to promise her anything. 

The relationship started quite naturally. Everyday the blonde haired man would come to the bakery at exactly 10 am. He would order the same piece of bread, hand the same credit card, say thanks and leave. When he missed days or came late he would order extra as if a sorry for his absence. Other days he would come in with a white haired guy or even a young man wearing a beanie. 

What (y/n) hadn’t noticed was how her absence on some days due to sickness or life events, caused the man to bring forth a sense of disappointment when he took notice of her missing figure. Or the ways in which he would try to sneakily ask about her hoping not to raise any suspicion. Nor did she notice how he would swiftly exorcise the curses that loom near and around her shop, so more customers come in. The way he would check on her ready to kill any curse that plagued her.

It wasn’t long before the two got together, anyone could tell how whipped he was for her and how her eyes lingered on him. Oftentimes her employee would see how their boss would set up his order and patiently wait for the bells to chime at 10am indicating he was there. The way her body jerked up ready to go greet him. A year into the relationship Nanami would ask her if she wanted to move in with him. Without a doubt it was hard the first 2 weeks getting used to each other, before long they couldn't imagine living with anyone else.

Once another year passed, Nanami decided it was time his lover's finger was decorated with a ring. Even when tired after work he would go looking for the perfect ring, one that would be able to showcase at least some of the love he held for her. It was like finding a needle in a haystack, she deserved the best and he wasn’t going to give up until he found the right one, even if the fee was hefty. His student saw his eagerness and couldn’t help but help the poor man on his search. Some of them would come to (y/n) shop to distract her in order to buy their teacher some time. Often sending him pictures or doing research on new jewelry places. While his coworkers, especially a certain albino man, would tease him. 

He had found the perfect one early october, without looking at the price he immediately bought it. It wasn’t until the ring rested in his pocket next to his body that he felt like no one would steal the precious good before he could buy it. When he got home he was met with an empty house and took the opportunity to hide the ring in his closet in the shoe box he kept on top. Earlier he had sent Itadori and the rest of the first-years to her shop, so he could be sure that (y/n) wouldn't find him sneaking around. After Shibuya, Nanami had planned a much needed vacation for the both of them and it was there in which he wanted to propose to her. On the sandy beaches of Malaysia far from the work that robbed him of much time.

The thought of proposing to her brought a smile on his lips and he used that as a motivation to get through october. All he wanted was to see her in her beautiful dress on the beach, beaming an angelic smile back at him, to hear her say yes. Even in his last moment his thoughts were filled with this image, his arms reaching out towards her.

The pink-haired boy stood in front of the locked bakery, he placed his teacher's death on his shoulders and it was his responsibility to tell the would’ve been widow. People had told him it was fine, someone else could do it. Yet the boy who had witnessed the death, the one who his teacher died for, didn't budge. Building up the courage, holding back the tears that threaten to fall from his eyes for what could have been, he knocked on the door twice. He hears the older woman's voice “Give me a second,i'm coming”.  His hands form a fist at his side turning white with the amount of strength he was clenching it, trying to hold in his own emotions.

The door unlocked and opened “Hey, Itadori it's late right now the bakery is closed. Do you need anything…” the woman smiled cheerfully at him, but before she could continue. The tense boy broke down whimpering out the words “Nanami sensei”. His face fell and his hands shooted up holding his face. Sobs ravaged his body as he had become angry at the fact that he couldn’t even give her a moment, but the tear wouldn’t stop no matter how hard he had tried.

When (y/n) had learned about the sorcerer world she knew what she was stepping into, she knew that he could die. Yet, at the time it felt so out of reach, he was so strong and steady, always watching out for others. In her head she couldn’t fathom how the world could kill a man who was so kind. She stood there her hands holding on the door, feeling like without it support she would falter to the floor, being unable to ever get up again. It was as if time had stopped all she could say to the crying boy was, “You’re joking right” her voice already raw without tears. She felt the random strength in her body surge her towards the boy and grasp his shoulder. 

It seemed like the payment of this sudden energy were the tears that began rolling down her cheeks, she shook the boy, getting him to look at her. “Please, tell me you’re joking right now, please” she pleaded. The boy only shook his head at the women who he had helped buy a ring for tears lining his eyes once more. 

The tears come as if a dam that had been built to block all the tears her entire life had crashed down. Her body could no longer hold on any longer and she dropped the boy following her down embracing her as she mourned the life of the man she had loved with her entire heart. The boy held her crying along only being able to whimper “sorry, I'm so sorry”, apologizing endlessly for the future he felt he had ended.

It took 2 weeks before she could build the strength to walk through their shared apartment. She had been staying at her friend's place and felt like a burden. No matter the difficulty she knew she had to at least try to move on. The key shook in her unsteady hand as she stood in the elevator waiting for the ding that would lead her to the place both of them cherished. 

Walking toward the door felt like walking through an endless desert not knowing when one will get water or civilization. Once at the door (y/n) took a deep breath, she knew opening the door would be unleashing a wound she didn't know if she could heal. The key went in and the door was ready, she slowly turned the handle and took all the strength she could muster to open the door and take a step through.

Instantly the memories flooded to her mind as she slowly explored the space again. She had believed she had somehow cried all the tears out of her body feeling a sense of numbness through her. Although the tears didn't fall she felt her heart squish itself as if it wanted her to die on the spot. 

The kitchen where Nanami would cook dinner or breakfast when he had the chance, shooing her away saying that she deserved it. The dining room table where they ate their meals together, how he would force her to eat everything on her plate and even track if she had eaten all the nutrients she needed for the day.

To the living room where he would come home, change and lay with her. Her eyes watered when recalling how he would want to watch her favorite series and would try to fight his sleep in order to watch with her. She would catch him trying to watch the show by himself in private at times, so he had something to talk to her about. The place he would give her random presents as a sorry for his absence or where he would lounge watching her bake treats at home, smiling every time she glanced at him.

To the corner next to the tv where they had placed their christmas tree the first time they spent the holidays. Tears fell when she remembered how he gifted her items that she had wanted but was not willing to buy or the time they spent looking for the right tree and ornaments. Or when she tricked him with a mistletoe.

Even the bathroom when she would wash his hair when he was too exhausted to move his hands and the love in his eyes as he watched her do it. The nights she was sick and he would come rushing in holding up her hair, telling her it’ll be okay. To nagging at her for accidentally cutting her finger and carefully treating it, even when she herself had to stitch him up in far worse conditions.

The tears continued to come when she walked into the bedroom still being able to smell his scent. Fear overtook her, she became scared of the fact that his scent could disappear and this was all that was left of it. She was as decently composed as she could be until she opened the closet door and a shoe box fell to her feet.

The box popped open on the floor, reaching down to pick it up, she found a smaller box and a letter. She opened it and what she found devastated her to the point of no return. It was a wedding ring, it was perfect. Tears blinded her in an instant hands shaking she opened up the letter and read.

Dear (Y/N)

Although I am a man of little words, from the moment I bought this ring I knew what I wanted to say the day you walked down that aisle in the beautiful dress. I knew that I would be stunned by your beauty that seemingly grows every time I meet or think about you. In fear of time making you so radiant that these vows become impossible to write, I've chosen to write them right away.

I am a man of many flaws, I often come home exhausted not being able to provide you the liveful companionship that you so truly deserve. Other days my line of work makes me come home late or leave early, sometimes I can leave for days. Yet you, for what reason I don't understand, choose to stay by me. Sleeping on the couch all those late nights to greet me when I enter the door. Even waking up in the earliest hours to help me get ready, never failing to give me a kiss before I go. Rather than getting angry at me for the days I left you alone you greet me with open arms and a smile decorating your face. I don’t know what I did in my last life to deserve you, but I do know I will spend this life time effortlessly working to make sure that the gods above give you to me again in the next. Even if my diligence equals only a minute with you, that's enough.

I remember meeting you the first time in the bakery, you came rushing to the counter to greet me, hair in a messy bun and flour coating your face. The way you eagerly took my order and delicately lay the goods in their containers before giving them to me. I don't know at that time if it was you who anchored me to the store or the desserts you put all your efforts in that drew me, but in that moment all I understood wasI had to come back. Even when my instinct told me not to get attached because I've lived through tragedy, yet my head couldn't stop my heart from finding its way towards you.

The most selfish moment in my life and the most selfless thing you had done for me was choosing to stay, learning who I was. I understood what you gave up in the second you chose me and my desire for you made me pull you even closer. I should have advocated for you to live a life that was more fulfilling but the idea that you wanted me overtook me in ways in which I couldn’t describe. 

I know these vows are getting long and this is probably the longest most of you have ever heard me speck. In short (y/n) i wanted you to know that in every lifetime you are, were, and will be the love of life. In fact I chose not to put a last name because I don’t mind taking yours. Similarly to how my name would tell everyone that you were mine, I wouldn't mind carrying a piece of you that would show the world that I am yours. I love you  (y/n) and I wanted you to know that in the time we spend apart, I am and will always fight and find my way back to you even if it requires me to crawl inch by inch. 

Love is unrequited effort, the blush that paints one's face, heartbeats racing and calming in the presence of another, it means finding joy in the little habits and ways of life, and much more. For me love means you.

The sound of sobs could be heard echoing the room. The only words one would hear were “You bastard, how do i continue without you?”

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Apple Gummies

Inupi x Reader (Fluff)

A subtle friendship that starts with an apple and a boy who slowly falls in love. Inspired by “Ditto” by NewJeans

Inupi didn't know when he started liking (y/n) it had come so gentle that by the time he looked back to see the start it was all blended together with the memories that made her special to him. Liking her came as second nature, something that came as easy as breathing. If he had liked her since forever then he assumed it was the first time they had met that he had fallen in love. 

After Koko had saved him from the fire he remembered laying in the hospital bed staring at the ceiling not sure if he should celebrate being able to live or cry over his sister who couldn’t. If he could remember correctly, (y/n) had gone to the hospital after breaking her left ankle. Which if he was honest is not surprising now knowing her for so long. He had seen her trip over thin air before, let alone the times she was a victim of thrown balls. 

With the hospital quite packed the nurses placed her as his roommate in hopes that a company his age would help him adjust and help him feel a sense of normalcy. As he lay lost in thought the nurses knocked on his door and as he answered the (h/c) girl was rolled in.

“This is (y/n) she is gonna be your new roomie okay” The nurse said as she set the girls up and helped her settle on the bed. Once (y/n) was set. The nurse then did their routine check up on him.

Once the nurses were done, 10 awkward minutes of silences occurred. He could see her fidgeting until she broke the silence “ummm you want some apples?” Not knowing what to do, he agreed. The girl smiled and proceeded to throw her feet off the bed and hopped on her good foot. “You really don't need to do that, '' Inupi hurriedly said, feeling bad. 

“No, it's really okay just give me a second '' (y/n) said as she wheeled herself to the side of his bed with an apple and knife. She slowly peeled the apple and skillfully cut it into slices before helping him up and handing one up to him.

As he bit into the apple he saw her wheel back to her area ruffling through a bag and pulling out cards “Uno?”

Before long her presence was something he was used to, there wasn’t much to do in the hospital so the girl's efforts to fill up the boredom was amusing to him. Talking to let him escape the accident that plagued him at the time. After 2 weeks (y/n) was discharged and he thought he would never see her again.

Imagine his surprise when 2 months later while entering his homeroom with Koko for the new school year, he would see the girl sitting near the back of the classroom talking to two fellow classmates. He wanted to greet her but was interrupted by the door closing.

“Can everybody take a seat please, I am…” the teacher went on and on. Next thing Inupi knew he had zone out and lunch had begun. He looked toward the back of the room hoping to see (y/n) but was met with disappointment when he saw the empty desk. “Hey, you mind getting me a drink at the vending machine?” Koko's question snapped him back. “Yeah sure”

As he walk down quietly. The hallways were filled with chatter and laughter as students caught up and complained. Once he got the machine he saw her standing there with a bunch of drinks in her hand. “ Hey Inupi, it's me (y/n), I was shocked when I saw you. Who would have thought we would meet again? Don’t mind the drinks. I lost a bet and now I have to carry all of these drinks back. How are you by the way?”

He offered her a kind smile before answering her question “I’m doing better, how's your leg”. As she answered, he picked up some of the drinks. “You don't have to, I got it.” the girl quickly said. “It's fine we are going to the same place anyways.” It was a comfortable quiet as they walked back into the class. “Who's the girl?” Koko whispered to Inupi as he sat down. “She was placed in the same hospital room as me.” 

The first day of class ended, Koko already made his way towards the door and had some deal to complete, leaving Inupi in the classroom by himself. He slowly opened the door to see the (y/n) again. “This is where you were, I thought you left until your long haired friend told me you might’ve been here still. For helping me with the drink I wanted to give you something.” She pushed a bag of apple flavor gummies into his hand. “ I know it's not a lot but I just wanted to say thank you,” the girl blurted before running off again.

Soon after the girl slowly inserted herself into his life naturally and he couldn’t help waiting for the time he got to spend with her. He couldn’t help himself from stealing glances at her surrounded by her friends. It was like her laughter was a sound wave in which his radio was always tuned to. 

One night while walking around the city he spotted the girl walking home in the dark by herself, holding a bag of what he assumed was snacks. Scared for her safety he started following her yet too shy to say anything so the poor guy was just trailing her. After 5 minutes, he would get the scare of his life when he heard “ Inupi i know you’re there why are you following me?” the girl turned to face him.

After explaining himself the girl giggled and he couldn't help the blush that spread his cheeks not sure if he was embarrassed or happy that he had caused her to laugh. “Silly, you could have just told me.” When they reached her house she said bye to him and added “You are like my knight in shining armor, thank you”.

He didn’t want to admit it but his cheek was dusted with pink the rest of the night and they would hurt from the smile that tugged on his lips the rest of the way home.

The gods were in his favor the next day because when the bell rang the sky decided it was time to rain all the clouds dry. Luckily he bought his umbrella but (y/n) hadn’t, not wanting the girl to get sick he immediately offered to walk her home. She agreed and they started their journey leaving behind a Koko who had to find his own way home.

“ You know you should stand closer,  the rain is hitting you,” the girl pleaded. The boy felt the water wetting his left side but ignored it. “Its fine”

Once they reached the house (y/n) pushed him inside. “The rain is getting worse, just chill here so the rain can let up. My parents are on a trip so you don't need to worry and I'll get you some clothes to change into”. Inupi couldn’t answer before he was in the bathroom “Just throw your clothes outside and I’ll place dry ones in front of the door”

He changed and went towards the living room “Are you hungry?” the girl began shifting through the fridge. Before long food was made and both of them sat and ate he noticed how the girl ate a smaller portion. “ You snack a lot don't you” the boy remarked. “Yeah, how did you know?” she questioned. “Because you’re a foodie you wouldn’t pass up any food unless you're filled, so i guess you ate a bunch of snacks beforehand” He chose not reveal how he caught her eating all the ingredients beforehand as she was cooking.

After they played board games and did their homework, the girl fell asleep. Inupi placed a blanket on her and couldn’t help but admire her sleeping. He cleaned up the dishes and board games. He then organized her school work and placed them in her backpack so she wouldn't forget before making his departure.

Walking her home became a daily routine, he started to figure out what her favorite food was and what she disliked. The songs she skips and the ones she plays on repeat. What jokes made her laugh and the character she liked. Even the way her eyes closed shut when laughing and the strand of hair that always stood up no matter how hard she tried. 

He loved her but was scared. If he told her and she didn't like him that could mean losing her forever. Yet if he didn't tell her he would harbor these secrets forever surrendering the chance that she might like him back. 

“Honestly the way your moping makes me pay you to just ask her” Koko sighed fully knowing that the girl had to like his blonde friend back. Inupi rolled his eyes before saying “I gotta go drop her off at the train station”. He wanted to ask you after your three day trip to the countryside hoping the time would help him build up the courage. He believed that it was better to tell them, than to live in the complex maze of not knowing, even when he knew his heart couldn’t take the damage if you had said no.

With the train station in view Inupi gently handed her bag which he insisted on carrying all the way. Then he rummaged through his own pockets to pull out (y/n)'s  favorite apple gummies.  “Here you go for the trip, and don’t snack too much because you need to eat a full meal alright”. 

“Fine but no promises” The girl spotted her family and gave them her luggage telling them to go ahead before walking back towards the boy. “You know i know you like me, Koko told me” (y/n) spoke. Inupi's heart dropped to his stomach. “ I like you too by the way”. She lightly kissed his cheek, grinned and then ran into the train station yelling “ I’ll see you soon”

Even with the amount of time she had made him blush. She had once again decorated his cheeks with pink. He didn’t know if he wanted to kill Koko or give him everything he owned. All he knew was the girl he loved, liked him back and that was enough to make him smile for a lifetime.

Later Inupi would confront Koko and the long haired friend would only say “You didn't have the balls, consider it a favor”

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LOOSE THREADS

This is my first time writing sorry for the mistakes and it is unedited with that please enjoy:) Gojo x reader (angst) ARRANGED MARRIAGE

PROLOUGE Red strings of fate, it is funny how a string as thin as a loose thread of clothing can connect two individuals forever. People romanticize the idea of a soulmate, finding comfort that there is someone out there who is molded to fit them. Yet they forget that love is the worst curse of them all and fate is cruel. When both are in play and the strings are tied it is inevitable that tragedy will loom near.

“Hey Megumi, what's up with Gojo and (L/N) sensei?” the pink-haired boy asked. Immediately catching the attention of all the students who were taking a break from sparing with each other.

  Panda who was previously showing off his new hand bands then added “ Yeah, even I don’t know”, then with a mischievous grin on his face “ Is something sneaky going on between them? Surely you would know, you knew them the longest right”. His question would be answered with Maki wacking him on the head.

“Stop with the conspiracy theories!” Panda began rubbing his head and Maki continued rubbing her chin. “Their dynamic is interesting though, he is unusually cold to her.”

“Cold is one thing but imagine my surprise when I caught him secretly asking Shoko sensei to check her after she came back from her mission. Men are always so weird” Nobara shared, murmuring the last phase to herself. 

“Whoa you were withholding that precious information from us the whole time. Are you serious?” exclaimed Itadori, withholding information himself. 

He recalls meeting the (h/c) sorcerer the first time after his “death.” In which Gojo sensei had put her in charge of him but never acknowledged her in the process simply stating “they will watch you” without an introduction. Before continuing to explain the curse toy as if she was never there in the first place. Yet the observant boy also caught his albino teacher take a long glance at the (h/c) sorcerer as he was leaving and she was making herself comfortable on the couch.

Nobara comments would open up the floodgates and before long the two first-years and three second-years would pester Megumi non-stop. The boy could only sigh, realizing that it was a subject in which he wouldn't be able to escape.

“It’s complicated, they are married” and with that the whole field erupted. 

( FLASHBACK )

They would first meet on a spring day, when (y/n) was just a young girl at the age of 7 and Gojo at the age of 8. The albino boy was well known in the community, not only coming from one of the major clans but his birth had also shifted the plain of the cursed world, beginning the age of stronger sorcerers and curses.

(l/n) clan was relatively new, emerging as a formidable clan roughly 2-3 generations ago. While other clans prided themselves on their offensive abilities, the (l/n) clan specialized on binding and trapping curses. So when (y/n) started showing signs of a curse technique of being able to manipulate threads and traps like that of a spider, she immediately became the pride of the clan. With her cousins and older siblings falling behind, she was branded with the future.

Further emphasize when the Gojo clan reach out to orchestrate a meeting between their youngest and her. This was a key way in which the (l/n) clan could establish themselves and without a second thought agreed, sealing (y/n)’s and Gojo’s fate.

Enamored would be the word that (y/n) would describe her first meeting. She could recall it vividly. The morning was hectic with her mother and aunts festering her, making sure her hair was done and her clothes were proper. Followed by her uncles checking on her and her father watching over constantly. What dampened her mood the most was when the head of the family, her grandmother, would call her over, nagging her continuously about the importance of the meeting. What was so special about meeting a boy? She had made many male friends, so what was the problem?

The ride there only made her annoyance turn into anger.  The sunlight was hitting her face a little too much, not only making her feel hot but irritated as no shifting could prevent the sun from hitting her. Her half tied hair was too tight and she could feel the urge to itch her hair, but doing so would ruin it. There was also an itch right on the back of her neck, where the tag of her dress seemed to be.

The amount of grown ups in the car made the ride stuffy and her aunt was leaning too close for comfort. They could have taken another car but her grandma had insisted that everyone could fit. Instead the car consisted of her grandma and the direct blood line which included her dad, aunt, uncle, older brother and herself. Her mom, younger sibling, significant others of her aunt/uncles and cousin were left at home.

The moment her uncle had announced they were at the Gojo estate the little girl slammed the door open, wanting to feel the breeze hit her. Hoping that it could even help the itch on her scalp. It wasn’t so long before a maid came to greet them and they were slowly led around the estate. 

Before she knew it she was faced with a room filled with elders, following what had been instilled in her. She immediately greeted everyone with a bow and introduced herself after her family. “Hello, my name is (l/n) (y/n), second born to (fathers name) and first granddaughter of (grandmother's name) . It is a pleasure and honor to meet you”. 

“She is well-mannered and her cursed energy is good,” one remarked.

“Her face is a little chubby but hopefully she will grow into her looks” another added.

“A little short though and somewhat short legs don’t you think” continued the other.

The elders continued, some even came close to personally examining her themselves looking at her fingers, touching her hair, pulling her skin. It wasn’t long before the oldest spoke up “That's enough, maid please escort her to the garden. I think we made a decision. It is time for the grown ups to talk” The oldest one walked up to her and patted on her head telling her “Why don't you go have a snack?”  She bowed and followed the maid not before seeing the elders whispering into the ear of another maid.

The garden was stunning, filled with blooming flowers with a pavilion sitting in the middle. Within the pavilion was a floor table with 4 cushions to sit on, although the flowers were beautiful. What caught her eye was the traditional snacks decorated the counter. With the hell she went through she deserved a snack and instantly took a seat and started snacking.

“Aren’t you eating a little fast, the food isn't going to run away from you” before she could snort out a reply, she was faced with cerulean eyes seemingly inches from her face. His close proximity made her heart slightly race and a blush to creep on her cheeks but she couldn’t look away. His eyes were the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her life even today nothing had outshine them in her mind. His eyelashes were so long and framed so beautifully that it was as if Michelangelo himself had meticulously worked to place each one perfectly on him. 

Taking that moment of distraction the boy had flicked her forehead snapping her out of her trance. “ So you’re the girl they were talking about huh. All this talk but you are weak”. (y/n) was flabbergasted wanting to yell back but started choking on her food. The boy's laughter filled the air as the girl continued to cough, reaching her hands out for tea to smooth her throat.

As she finally settled herself the boy took a seat across from her. “You’re not so great yourself for the boy who changed the world, you ummm… look like a blind white rat.” The boy’s face shifted taking a dark turn, (y/n) felt her hands become sweaty fear and nerves slowly overtook her as she wished to have just ignored him.

All before his expression changed to one of teasing “ Your interesting, no one had the nerve, names is Gojo Satoru”

“(l/n) (y/n)”

“Whoa you have fat cheeks kind of like a hippo”

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

The banter continued on for an hour, Satoru teasing the girl and the girl arguing back. Having grown up surrounded by those who feared him, the girl's openness had drawn her to him, giving him the breath of fresh air he had needed.

What the girl didn’t know was how his eyes had captured her, her whole being had captured him. He wasn’t sure if it was his need for some company or her pure beauty. He would never tell anyone but from the moment he first saw her in her dress, hair slightly messy from the breeze, stuffing her check with food he had felt the need to go towards her, like an invisible string railing him to her.

It wasn’t long before (y/n) noticed how Satoru didn't eat any of the snacks but just moving them around. “Why aren’t you eating any of these” Satoru would answer by throwing one of them at her “What is your problem” The boy laughter rang once more “You should have seen your face”

After calming down he replied “They always serve these treats, the elders like them so a variety is always served here” The little girl looked at the table noticing how the treats were not ones that were sweet, it made sense the elder preferred savory and delicate flavors. It made her recall all the times in which her dad or mother would tell her things were too sweet. For a 7 year old it made her feel bad for him because she could imagine living a life without ever tasting anything as sweet like cake or cookies.

Recalling how she had kept a piece of chocolate in the small pocket of her dress, she pulled it out. (y/n) had originally planned to eat it after they left the estate.Yet thinking about the possible sad life of the teasing boy made her give it to him.

Reluctantly reaching out her hand she said “Here try this”. Satoru looks at her hand curiously before reaching forward and taking the candy. Without sparing a second, he opened the wrapper, sniffed it and put it in his mouth. The sweetness coated his mouth and he was in love. With his mouth filled, he asked “Do you have anymore?Give them to me now!” 

The girl slightly giggled before saying “You should say please, and no, I don't have any more but next time I can bring some. I assume you haven't tried much sweet stuff huh. I can bring a bunch of new stuff next time we meet.” (y/n) had failed to notice the blush that her giggles had painted on Satoru’s face. 

In her naiveté, she noted “Wow you must have loved the sweet dearly because your ears are red”. It was met with a rice cracker hitting her forehead.

The conversation continues with her describing all the desserts she could think of and how he should try them. The boy listened longingly and told her to bring them next time she came. Fully aware that he could easily order a maid to get them for him. Yet he had wanted her to come back and the promise of sweets was just a plus. 

Before long (y/n) fathers voice rang out calling her. She hastily got up but not before promising to bring cookies next time she saw him.

“Don’t forget your promise alright?” he put his pinky out looking into her eyes.

( FLASHBACK END )

“WHAT HOW LONG WERE YOU GONNA KEEP THAT BOMB OF INFORMATION FROM US?” Itadori exploded

Panda followed, “I thought we were friends.” dramatically, putting his paw over his chest.

“MEN ARE TERRIBLE! Why would he treat her like that? my opinions on Gojo sensei are dirt now” Nobara added.

“Yeah, I knew that Sensei definitely had a problem but isn't this much” the pink-head exclaimed disappointed.

“Look guys I don’t know what happen for sure but it's complicated” Megumi said

“Yeah we shouldn’t speculate, plus being a sorcerer is already challenging in itself, we knew when we signed up.” Maki shared.

Although they all had much to say, Maki's voice resonated and they ended the topic. Speaking of the devil, not a minute later they heard the voice of (l/n) sensei. ”Are you guys done training? I brought some snacks to enjoy” All the students felt some pity for the older women but found some spirit and shouted at her thanks as they cleared their stuff and meeted her. As they walked to the snacks, Megumi walked in the back with the teacher. He had known her for 10 years now and couldn’t help but feel protective for the women who had shown up through the years to help him.

“You okay Megumi”

“Yeah let's go eat” the dark-haired boy mumbled. 

Thats the end i planned for this to be a series but im not sure yet. Once again sorry for the grammer mistakes it hasnt been edited