── ୨୧：guren ichinose, shinya hīragi, kureto hīragi x reader (separate)
୨୧﹑synopsis :: you try not to notice how he adores a certain woman in his life, you keep your feelings about him to yourself, quiet and never acting on them solely because you know that you could never hope to compare to her.
୨୧﹑genre :: slight angst
୨୧﹑content :: nothing to warn I don't think but I wrote this at like one a.m. and did not read a word of it 👍 lmk if there is something you want me to tag though (*￣︶￣)
୨୧﹑words :: 811
hiii I'm back again (I have a second degree burn now 💀) (I touched the oven rack while it was on max) (now I have a funny mark on my knee) this is kinda rushed because tbh I am not in the mood but I don't wanna up and dip again even though I was hit with like that curse that plagues fanfic authors and ten bad things happened in a day
this is from like March I believe??? I am so sorry to the person who sent me this in my DMs istg I was gonna do it but then I just forgot after that really long break I took 😔 I don't think I ended up sticking to it exactly because I'm not actually sure if the whole request was sent?? I also ended up cutting Crowley to put him in a standalone post 👍
─ ୨୧： guren ichinose
your feelings for the Ichinose boy run deep, a little part of you crushing on just his looks when he first arrived at this school, only growing on you since then. His personality when he really got comfortable was charming, and he always had that goofy look on his face when students pulled mean tricks on him like he didn't care. A pretty face. He never lets others bother him it seems, even when he talks all lesson to the boy beside him and tries to ignore him. You could look past the Ichinose Clan part, that was the least of your worries. After all, even Mahiru Hīragi could look past that.
you see her around him a lot, and they seem to know each other and get along well. She's always smiling around him, and while he doesn't exactly look like he's having the best day of his life he looks happier to hear from her than most other students. You suppose he would be with a smart and pretty girl paying attention to him, let alone one quite so impossibly beautiful as her. A once in a century genius. How could you ever hope to compete with a person like that?
it was a nigh impossible task, so you give up, and you watch. You know that he is only yours in your little daydreams, and the moment you blink them away and return to reality he goes right back to being Mahiru's as he always was.
─ ୨୧： shinya hīragi
since you joined the army you had at least a bit of a liking toward him, though it was quite minor at first, nothing too big. You just liked how nice he was to you, even helping you out at times when he noticed you were struggling a bit with your weapon. With his help you got closer to him at least in your eyes, the confidence he oozed enough to make you feel safe and in good hands. You trusted he knew what he was doing and it kept paying off to trust his advice.
it kept you asking for more of his help, knowing that slowly the help was becoming less of your focus and it was slowly shifting to the man himself. Something about him is so handsome, yet also quite cute.
then you heard he had once had a fiancée, and you realised that if that was everything he wanted in a partner that you would be stepping way out of your league. She was a Goddess put on earth in the form of a high school girl, perfect if not for her one fatal flaw in which she was dead after committing acts that disgraced her family. That explained why nobody spoke of her until you heard it from the girl's own sister.
slowly you were inching your way further into his life, and slowly you will inch your way back out. Even as a dead woman, You know that to that standard, you are still just a bumbling and confused little child.
─ ୨୧： kureto hīragi
a bad little habit you have with Aoi is the gossip once work is over, going to shower and change in the showers together one stall apart just to talk about various tidbits you'd picked up throughout the days. You'd learned many…interesting things that way. Most notably however was in the midst of washing your hair, letting the water wash out the product when she so happened to mention that she might just have deeper feelings for Kureto than she usually lets on. It's more than just respect, at least as she put it. You almost got shampoo in your eyes.
of course you couldn't blame her, her feelings are something you can quite easily understand in fact, it's just… How are you supposed to be pitted against someone like Aoi who is loyal to a fault at her job? Thinking about it really…she is quite beautiful, and her family is in higher standing, she does anything that he asks of her, most importantly she is strong. You think if anything Kureto would value power, wouldn't he? He probably wouldn't be fond of protecting his lover all the time out of necessity, he'd prefer someone capable of doing that themselves, and while you certainly could, Aoi could do it better.
you can hear her as she knocks her hand against the wall of the shower stall, "Did you drown in there?" her voice brings you back again, and you give a quick no in response. You're out of the shower soon enough. It'd be easier to forget the conversation if not for the fact you both pass him again on your way back to the dorms and finally notice how she looks at him.
even without the threat of her own skill over yours, you're not sure you can take that away from her.
A/N: Sooo... I’m still working on Part 2 of Iris! It’s turning out way longer than my previous one, so please be patient ♡
i've seen alot of smuts about satoru, but i just prefer fluff over smut :P
prefer to listen; iris, tiptoe, her, harvey .
あなたは私が本当に欲している唯一の人です。
Gojo Satoru — the boy from the Gojo clan, the one who vowed to make you his someday. Now, dressed in white and holding a bouquet of flowers, you walk down the aisle toward the man who kept his promise.
“Y/N-channn!”
A small white-haired boy came running across the courtyard, his bright blue eyes sparkling under the sunlight. Even at seven years old, Gojo Satoru was impossible to ignore — loud, dramatic, and way too confident for his age.
He stopped right in front of you, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.
“Look! Look what I did!” he said, proudly holding up a tiny, unevenly folded paper crane.
You giggled, tilting your head. “You made that?”
“Of course!” he puffed his chest out. “I’m Gojo Satoru! I can do anything!”
You smiled softly. Back then, he was just a boy — messy, bright, and endlessly full of dreams. You never imagined that one day, the boy yelling your name across the garden would be the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle.
You blinked and leaned closer. “that’s so cool! A paper crane? How did you make it?”
Gojo puffed up proudly, holding the crooked little origami like it was treasure.
“Easy! I watched a random Grandma do it once, then I just… did it better!”
You giggled. “Better, haa?”
“Of course! I’m Gojo Satoru! I can do anything!” he said, with that same confidence that would one day drive you crazy—and maybe, just maybe, make you fall for him.
You slowly take the paper crane from his hand —
You smiled softly, carefully holding the fragile crane between your fingers. “It’s really pretty,” you murmured, cheeks warming just a little.
Gojo tilted his head, watching your reaction. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he declared—
“One day, I’ll be the one to marry you! Just watch!”
Your eyes widened as your face turned even redder. “W-What?!”
Gojo only laughed, hands on his hips, his grin full of childish pride. “You’ll see! I’ll grow up, be super strong, and then we’ll get married! Easy! If you don't believe me, i'll show you! just watch!”
You looked down at the paper crane in your hands — uneven, a little messy, but somehow perfect.
You couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re so silly, Satoru…”
He immediately pouted, stamping his foot a little. “Silly?! No, I am not! I’m being serious!”
You blinked at him, surprised by how determined he looked. His blue eyes sparkled with that same stubborn confidence you’d eventually come to know all too well.
“Really?” you asked softly.
He nodded hard, his grin returning. “Really! You’ll see! I’m gonna grow up, be super strong, and then I’ll marry you for real!”
You giggled again, cheeks warm. “Then I’ll wait and see, okay?”
He beamed. “Promise!”
And as you shook his little pinky with yours, you didn’t realize that someday — he’d actually keep that promise.
. . .
The soft hum of music filled the air, blending with the gentle rustle of silk and whispers of awe. White petals lined the aisle, and at the very end stood Gojo Satoru — no longer the mischievous boy you once knew, but a man whose smile still held the same warmth.
Your steps were slow, your heartbeat fast. The bouquet in your hands trembled slightly as your eyes met his — those familiar, endless blues.
He grinned, the kind of grin that could still make your knees weak. “Told you,” he mouthed playfully.
You tried not to laugh, blinking away tears as you reached him.
When you finally stood before him, he leaned a little closer and whispered, just for you to hear:
“Do you remember that paper crane I gave you?”
Your heart skipped. “How could I forget?”
He chuckled softly, voice low and full of affection. “You blushed so hard, I thought you’d run away.”
You smiled, remembering that summer day — the crooked paper crane, his laughter, and his bold little declaration.
And then, as the ceremony fell quiet, he said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear—
“One day, I’ll be the one to marry you… Just watch.”
Your breath caught. Those were the exact words he’d said as a boy — only this time, they weren’t a promise. They were reality.
You looked up at him through teary eyes, and he smiled, tender and proud.
“I told you I could do anything, didn’t I?”
And as the priest began to speak, you realized — in a world full of fleeting things, Gojo Satoru kept his word.
some Chrollo things i found/realized on my rewatch + reread of hxh
- he has REALLY bad posture. in the PT base during yorknew, when Chrollo is reading a book, he is literally hunched over and his back is at like a 45 degree angle🥺
- he’s very smug and cocky. after his fight against Zeno and Silva, he asks with a smirk to Zeno “if we were in a fight, who would win, you or me?” and chuckles knowingly when Zeno replies. during Chrollo vs Hisoka, Chrollo says that he is “100% sure that i am going to win”
- his personality switches depending on who he’s with. with the troupe, he’s logical and stoic—never losing his temper. when he’s with Hisoka, he’s much more relaxed and friendly + smiles much more often. when he’s with someone older, he’s respectful.
- he doesn’t seem to mind celebrations/parties. he’s seen drinking with the troupe in a manga panel after the auction.
- he seems very self aware of his handsome appearance, as he lured Neon in + most of the abilities in his book are from women.
- in terms of physical strength, Chrollo is 7th in the Troupe —above Bonolenov, Nobunaga, Shalnark, Pakunoda, Shizuku, and Kortopi, making him MUCH MUCH MUCH stronger than even superhumans such as Gon and Killua. (I love this fact for some reason)
- he had many similarities to Gon and Kurapika as a kid. (read Ch. 395-397, which is the Troupe backstory. it has a lot of cute baby Troupe member scenes🥺)
- he has a habit of covering his mouth with his hand whenever he is thinking deeply about something or connecting the lines.
- he knows a shocking amount about the Kakin Empire (in the manga), even more so than some of the Princes of the Kakin Empire.
- he seems to have a habit of smirking whenever something is going according to plan or when something went according to plan. he also just seems to enjoy smirking in general.
- his favorite color seems to be purple due to much of his outfits being some sort of variation of purple.
- in official arts + mobage cards, he seems to have dark circles under his eyes. in the yorknew city arc, he is also the only troupe member who didn’t sleep during the entire arc, meaning that he seems to have some sort of insomnia.
- in mobage cards, Chrollo seems to have a habit of fidgeting with his clothes. (pulling off his tie during the Christmas mobage card, playing with his hat, etc,.)
- he is very athletic, considering how at the end of yorknew city when he was left nen-less on those plateaus, he managed to climb down and find shelter all by himself.
- he is also very rich, since on average, every Zoldyck assassination costs around 1 billion—Chrollo managed to afford to assassinate the 10 Dons, meaning 10 billion Jenny.
- Chrollo doesn’t seem to care whenever someone is being disrespectful towards him or the troupe.
- Chrollo seems to have a particular fondness for suits, as he is often seen wearing a suit in official arts
- Chrollo often wears clothing that covers much of his body
- Chrollo seems to have the traditional values of a chivalrous man, meaning that he respects women quite a lot and makes sures to keep them safe. Chrollo made sure to catch Neon in the most respectful way when she “fell” (he literally could have just grabbed her by the arm and it would have been fine), he made sure to keep Pakunoda + Machi + Shizuku in the same team during yorknew (there were no men in their team), and during the Chrollo vs Hisoka battle, none of the female spectators (or even the commentator) were harmed.
———
AUGHHHHHH CHROLLO ILYSM PLEASE LIVE UNTIL THE END OF THE SERIES😭🥺😫❤️CHROLLOOOO UR MY BBY AND ILYSMMMMM😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️😫😫😫💕💕💕
Like we rarely get to see any kind of emotion or reaction from Chrollo besides his usual blank expression. OR, anything he let us see. That man is an actor, and a very convincing one at that. Not that I think he’s completely incapable of feeling or anything like that—we’ve seen otherwise, especially when he’s in private.
BUT THIS?! This is genuine emotion! This isn’t him being his usual detached self or putting on an act. This is actually something real! Sure, he looks completely wrecked, but my fucked up self loves it lol.
PLPXSLSPSLSLPSLPS ANERA X READER, BUT READER IS MUTE GSHUSAUHDU HC
OHMYGOD I GOT AN ANERA X READER??? HELLO??? I THOUGHT Y’ALL WERE JUST GLAZING AND SAYING YOU LIKED HER SO I’D POST MORE LMAOOO (not complaining tho. i get it. trust me.)
but seriously i actually can’t believe someone actually asked for this. like, someone acc likes my oc?!? and ASKED for her and js her????like. what. hello???
you have no idea how happy this made me omg. even if this was just sent in to bait me into posting more, idec because 🥹🥹🥹
also bro i’m still working through older reqs but this one?? this one’s recent and peak as hell so it’s going up ASAP
anon. i love you. you made my entire week. i hope you know this.
alsoooo since my ego is currently fragile in the best way possible—what made you like anera?? like genuinely. was it something specific?? if so, why? do you usually read her parts alone or with the rest of the gang?? do you like the killua x anera dynamic?? do you want more of her stuff??
because like this is officially my favorite request so far and i’m going all out on it. i love you anon fr 🫶
ANERA VEY x MUTE READER HCS
by: the goat, daddy bach (me)
she notices right away that you don’t speak, but like not because it’s awkward or whatever, she's js hyper-aware of people’s comfort levels
she doesn’t make it weird, tho! she js subtly adjusts how she communicates
at first she kinda overthinks it, like “okay… do i just talk normally? write stuff down? what do they prefer?” but after a day or two she figures out your rhythm😛
genuinely never once treats your muteness as a lack of voice
either way she’s quick to read your expressions, your pacing, how you use your hands, how you laugh quietly without sound, etc.
my girl is fluent in your cues before either of you even realize
it’s not pity either. she js… adapts like she always does
her version of “i care about you” is learning your language to understand u better
if you use sign language, she’ll start practicing at night by watching videos and memorizing common signs
she’s terrible at first, gets frustrated, but won’t stop until she can at least hold small conversations with you🥹
ok SO, with anera, shi would be slow burn to the max. like, it wouldn't happen instantly bc she doesn't really do instant crushes. she does, however, get intrigued at first (like, "huh, they're interesting") and then there's like that slow spark where she starts noticing the way you move, the way you react, etc. THAT'S the start
the realization’s kinda like: oh. oh no.
after that, she gets a little more self-conscious. like, she’ll start fixing her hair when you walk in, or overthink her facial expressions while talking to you. she hates it
she starts learning more signs around this time and pretends it’s “so i can talk to you better” but in reality, she just wants to impress you😭🙏
the first time she signs something right, it’s something dumb like “you good?” with this tiny proud grin
and like she refuses to call it a crush for ages. even when her heart’s racing, she’ll be like “no, it’s just... appreciation.” (girl bfr it’s not)
she talks to you, not at you. like how she does with everyone else
she’ll ramble, stop mid-sentence, glance at your hands to see if you’re replying, and go “oh wait yeah you’re right” like she heard you out loud LOL
ok let's cut here for a sec for the confession arc:
anera does not realize she’s in the “confession arc” until she’s already like six stages deep
like this girl’s halfway to falling apart before she even admits it to herself
also, she's not the confessing type, so if she does ts, she's down BAD.
she’s acting normal (or at least she thinks she is). like she's still teasing you, still acting casual n shi, but EVERYONE else knows. like. everyone.
she gets all awkward with physical contact out of nowhere
like she’ll brush your arm and instantly go “sorry” and then stare straight ahead like like a deer w headlights
meanwhile, you’re js like 🤨 because you thought she was over that stage of shyness
she’s the type who’d practice signing things in private bc she wants to tell you in your own language
like, she’s standing in front of the mirror half-whispering the words, half-signing them, and immediately gets embarrassed at herself like “what am i doing”
every time she’s about to tell you, something interrupts. always.
for example, leorio barges in, gon asks if you guys wanna go eat, kurapika coughs from across the room
she swears it’s like the universe is mocking her
and then she tries to downplay it instead
like, she’ll write little things like “you make me laugh too much” or “i like hanging out with you” and pretend it’s casual, but her handwriting gives her away bc it's so neat and deliberately done (if that makes sense😭)
the others definitely pick up on it, killua especially
like he’ll catch her staring at you and just mutter, “say it already, you idiot” and then she’ll throw something at him every time
gon’s the one who genuinely tries to help😭 but it's all like “you should just tell them! they’ll understand!!” and she’s like “gon, shut up, please”
one night after a long mission or sum, and everyone’s half-asleep, she finds herself sitting next to you under some dim streetlight or campfire glow. you’re both too tired to talk (or in your case, sign), so you're just kind of existing together
she’s looking at you and something in her js snaps
she signs something small first. prolly sum like “you know i care about you, right?” and waits for you to nod
and then she’s like “...like, care care”
you prolly blink, process it, and sign back “care care?” with a little tilt of your head and this amused expression that kills her
she gets flustered instantly. “don’t make me say it twice.” (but she ends up saying it twice)
“i like you” signed slow and almost shy
like no joke it's the first time she’s ever nervous while signing
she looks away right after. “you don’t have to— you know. say anything” (and she tries to cover herself w a stupid joke like, "i mean, it's not like you can, anyway," and once she realizes what she said she's js like "NO I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!")
and anyway, you're an understanding person, and you've likely known anera for the longest time ever by now (so you know she's kind of a retard😭). SO, you prolly js reach out, gently trace a heart on her wrist with your finger, and she freezes
it takes her a second before she laughs
and then she signs back “that’s not fair, you’re too good at this!”
she hides her face in her hands for like ten seconds before peeking through her fingers like “...so that’s a yes?”
you nod, and she looks like she just forgot how to breathe for a sec
afterward, she tries to play it cool (tries) but she’s smiling like an idiot the whole time and keeps pretending she’s not
the next day, killua’s like “you finally did it?” and she’s like “huh?” and he just looks at her grin and goes “yeah, thought so”
gon claps. leorio yells “FINALLY.” kurapika's a twink so he js sips his tea bc he lowk knew from day one
anera acts annoyed at them but later, when it’s just you two again, she’ll lean into your shoulder and whisper, “it was so worth it though”
CONFESSION ARC OVER! BACK WITH THE HCS!
lowk super gentle when you touch her to get her attention. she doesn’t flinch or look startled; she just tilts her head slightly like “hm?”
her way of flirting is painfully subtle
like listen, she's tryna be all cute and "explicit" so she's handing you notes folded neatly with tiny doodles, or signing “pretty” and pretending she meant your handwriting (like, js say it u bih😭🙏)
AND she’s protective but never patronizing
like listen, if anyone tries to talk over you or treat you like you can’t communicate, she’s already side-eyeing them like “you gonna finish that sentence or should i ruin your day for you?” (BUT LIKE NOT CORNY I PROMISE I JS DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO MAKE A GOOD COMEBACK IN THAT CASE OK.)
when you’re frustrated with communication barriers, she won’t rush you
like, she just sits beside you, all calm n shi and occasionally typing something on her phone screen for you to read if needed
it's so cutie bc it's like no pressure, no pity, JUST huzz presence
and when you laugh silently at something she says, she laughs too bc it's like she hears it anyway, ykwim??
she’s SO bad at pretending she’s not obsessed with you
like bro she’ll be sitting with the gang all normal and then you just look at her and she’s immediately grinning like an idiot
typa girl that says “what?” when she catches you staring even though she knows you’re not gonna answer out loud😭
it’s her version of flirting at this point bro js get used to it atp
she’s the type to put her head on your shoulder mid-conversation like it’s the most casual thing in the world
and if you sign something funny she laughs right against your shoulder and it tickles🥹
also she texts you stupid things even when you’re sitting right next to her
like you’ll be eating lunch and your phone vibrates and it’s js “ur cute btw”
anera absolutely steals your phone to take pictures of you, but they’re all accidental-looking and candid
OH AND SHE MAKES IT HER JOB TO GET SNIPES OF YOU.
also you’ll scroll your gallery and it’s just ten blurry shots of you tying your shoe
sometimes she’ll sign something flirty with the most unserious face, just to make you blush. like “pretty” while pretending to look bored
she has a bad habit of leaning down and whispering things just because she likes how close it makes you two. she’ll whisper “you smell nice” or “your face is so unfair” like it’s nothing
when she’s bored, she traces random letters or doodles on your hand until you react
once she spelled "idiot" multiple times js to see if you’d catch it
also she gets clingy in subtle ways.
likestanding too close, playing w ur hoodie strings, or tugging on your sleeve when she wants your attention
gon thinks you guys are the sweetest thing ever. like he’ll watch her sign and go “wow, anera’s getting really good!” and she acts annoyed but lowk beams every time
killua pretends to gag whenever you two are being affectionate, BUT he smiles every time he sees her hand you something without a word and you immediately understand
she LOVES when you sign something sarcastic and then just stare at her w a blank face until she bursts out laughing
she gets super dramatic with her signs when she’s trying to be funny, like think: overly exaggerated, intentionally wrong movements that make you wanna kys😭😭
she gets so happy when you sign her name. like full-on blushes, looks away, mumbles “you’re annoying” with a smile that ruins the delivery
she teases you a lot, but she’s also careful. she knows sometimes you get tired of writing things out or people assuming things about you, soooo she knows to never finishes your thoughts for you or tries to speak “for” you she just waits like a good boy
in private, she’s so physically affectionate
like she’ll hook her pinky through yours when you walk, or lean her head on your shoulder while scrolling through her phone
also she learns to talk through touch. think: gentle squeezes, tracing her finger along your palm as a way to say "you okay?" and sometimes "i love you"
her “i love yous” are pretty much always silent
like, she either signs them slowly, writes them on your wrist with her finger, or just looks at you and mouths the words, and you always understand
YAYYYYY I'M DONE W MY FIRST ANERA X READER REQ 🥹🥹
I LOVE Y'ALL, LMK IF THERE'S ANYTHING I GOT WRONG OR ANYTHING, OR IF THERE'S STUFF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE
LMK AND I'LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO FIX IT FOR YOU!!
A/N: Sooo... I’m still working on Part 2 of Iris! It’s turning out way longer than my previous one, so please be patient ♡
i've seen alot of smuts about satoru, but i just prefer fluff over smut :P
prefer to listen; iris, tiptoe, her, harvey .
あなたは私が本当に欲している唯一の人です。
Gojo Satoru — the boy from the Gojo clan, the one who vowed to make you his someday. Now, dressed in white and holding a bouquet of flowers, you walk down the aisle toward the man who kept his promise.
“Y/N-channn!”
A small white-haired boy came running across the courtyard, his bright blue eyes sparkling under the sunlight. Even at seven years old, Gojo Satoru was impossible to ignore — loud, dramatic, and way too confident for his age.
He stopped right in front of you, slightly out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.
“Look! Look what I did!” he said, proudly holding up a tiny, unevenly folded paper crane.
You giggled, tilting your head. “You made that?”
“Of course!” he puffed his chest out. “I’m Gojo Satoru! I can do anything!”
You smiled softly. Back then, he was just a boy — messy, bright, and endlessly full of dreams. You never imagined that one day, the boy yelling your name across the garden would be the man waiting for you at the end of the aisle.
You blinked and leaned closer. “that’s so cool! A paper crane? How did you make it?”
Gojo puffed up proudly, holding the crooked little origami like it was treasure.
“Easy! I watched a random Grandma do it once, then I just… did it better!”
You giggled. “Better, haa?”
“Of course! I’m Gojo Satoru! I can do anything!” he said, with that same confidence that would one day drive you crazy—and maybe, just maybe, make you fall for him.
You slowly take the paper crane from his hand —
You smiled softly, carefully holding the fragile crane between your fingers. “It’s really pretty,” you murmured, cheeks warming just a little.
Gojo tilted his head, watching your reaction. Then, with a sudden burst of confidence, he declared—
“One day, I’ll be the one to marry you! Just watch!”
Your eyes widened as your face turned even redder. “W-What?!”
Gojo only laughed, hands on his hips, his grin full of childish pride. “You’ll see! I’ll grow up, be super strong, and then we’ll get married! Easy! If you don't believe me, i'll show you! just watch!”
You looked down at the paper crane in your hands — uneven, a little messy, but somehow perfect.
You couldn’t stop smiling. “You’re so silly, Satoru…”
He immediately pouted, stamping his foot a little. “Silly?! No, I am not! I’m being serious!”
You blinked at him, surprised by how determined he looked. His blue eyes sparkled with that same stubborn confidence you’d eventually come to know all too well.
“Really?” you asked softly.
He nodded hard, his grin returning. “Really! You’ll see! I’m gonna grow up, be super strong, and then I’ll marry you for real!”
You giggled again, cheeks warm. “Then I’ll wait and see, okay?”
He beamed. “Promise!”
And as you shook his little pinky with yours, you didn’t realize that someday — he’d actually keep that promise.
. . .
The soft hum of music filled the air, blending with the gentle rustle of silk and whispers of awe. White petals lined the aisle, and at the very end stood Gojo Satoru — no longer the mischievous boy you once knew, but a man whose smile still held the same warmth.
Your steps were slow, your heartbeat fast. The bouquet in your hands trembled slightly as your eyes met his — those familiar, endless blues.
He grinned, the kind of grin that could still make your knees weak. “Told you,” he mouthed playfully.
You tried not to laugh, blinking away tears as you reached him.
When you finally stood before him, he leaned a little closer and whispered, just for you to hear:
“Do you remember that paper crane I gave you?”
Your heart skipped. “How could I forget?”
He chuckled softly, voice low and full of affection. “You blushed so hard, I thought you’d run away.”
You smiled, remembering that summer day — the crooked paper crane, his laughter, and his bold little declaration.
And then, as the ceremony fell quiet, he said under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear—
“One day, I’ll be the one to marry you… Just watch.”
Your breath caught. Those were the exact words he’d said as a boy — only this time, they weren’t a promise. They were reality.
You looked up at him through teary eyes, and he smiled, tender and proud.
“I told you I could do anything, didn’t I?”
And as the priest began to speak, you realized — in a world full of fleeting things, Gojo Satoru kept his word.
summary; You and Gojo never got along — not as kids, not even now. Your mothers were (and still are) best friends, constantly comparing you both. “Why can’t you be more like Satoru?” your mom would sigh, unaware how those words sank into your bones like poison.
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A/N: part 1, short, authors block, i dont do requests anymore, masterlist onwork
Gojo Satoru.
Yes, him. The guy everyone worships. Teachers adore him, classmates cling to him, even the people who hate him still want to be near him. He’s everything a parent could dream of — rich, brilliant, talented, blessed with that stupid smile that makes everyone forget he’s insufferable.
And then there’s you.
Burned out. Pressured.
Tired of being compared, tired of being told “You should learn from Satoru,” as if your entire worth depends on how close you can stand to his spotlight without burning alive.
Your mother praises him like he’s some divine miracle, like he’s everything you’re not — and maybe he is. He laughs without effort, wins without trying, walks through life like it’s a stage built just for him.
You hate him for it.
You hate that you can’t be better than him.
You hate the fact you can't beat him.
You want to scream at him.
You want to tell him he’s not perfect, that maybe you’d be enough if people stopped using him as your measuring stick.
But you don’t. You swallow it, smile like it doesn’t hurt.
Because you already know — in this story, you’re not the chosen one. He is.
You’re just the shadow he leaves behind.
“Y/N! HA! WHAT ARE THESE GRADES?? WHAT DID I TELL YOU? I TOLD YOU TO STUDY, BUT NO!”
Your mother’s voice cuts through the house like a blade — sharp, ringing, impossible to ignore. The paper crumples in her hand as she waves it, the red marks bleeding through like open wounds.
You stand there frozen. You’ve heard it all before, but somehow, it hurts worse this time.
“Do you even care?!”
“You think life is a joke?”
“Look at Satoru! He’s already top of his class, again! His mother told me yesterday—”
There it is.
That name.
That comparison that never dies.
You clench your fists until your nails dig into your palms. You want to say I’m trying. You want to scream I’m not him.
You tried not to cry. Your tears welling up as your mom yells at you.
“Look at Satoru! He’s a good child! Respectful, hardworking—why can’t you be like him? you're so useless!”
Her words land heavier than any slap. You stare at the floor, at the paper trembling in your hands, red marks blurring as your vision fills with tears.
You whisper, voice breaking,
“Ma… I’m trying.”
But she’s already sighing, shaking her head, disappointment dripping from every breath.
“Trying isn’t enough. You think the world will wait for you to try? sometimes i wish you weren't even born.”
Her words echo through the room like a punishment.
You stare at the floor, your knuckles white around the crumpled test paper.
You want to say, I’m trying.
You want to tell her you stay up until dawn studying, that your hands shake every time you hold a pen, that your mind is too tired to even think straight.
But what’s the point?
She won’t listen. Not when she already decided who she wishes you were.
The air feels thick with shame. You can’t even lift your head.
You hear her sigh, mutter something about “wasting potential,” then leave the room.
The door closes.
Silence.
That’s when it breaks — the tears you’d been holding spill over. Quiet, trembling, angry tears. You cover your mouth to stop the sound from coming out.
You hate this.
You hate that you’ll never be enough.
You hate that every time you hear his name, you feel smaller.
Gojo Satoru.
He doesn’t even try. He exists, and people praise him.
And you—
you’re the comparison, the shadow, the reminder of what you’re not.
