dont be afraid to write gojo as a bit of an asshole we all love him dearly but⦠he is definitely like that lmao
hshssfs speak ur truth anon i actually love gojo's arrogantass diva personality but i feel like the specific shade of assholism I'm painting him in is not aligned with his canon character. I firmly believe he'd be a good and devoted partner in romantic relationships. But I'm making him a whole coward in my next fic GET YOUR CLOWN OUTFIT AWN, SATORU BOO π
OMG IM SO SORRY I WAS THE PREVIOUS ANON WHO RECOMMENDED A TEETHING BABY GOJO FIC. I JUST READ YOUR NO REQUESTS IM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE IT BEFOREπ π PLEASE IGNORE MY PREVIOUS ASK
lmao anon it's fine don't worry, love. Also I was thinking about doing a teething fic too let's see if i actually get to it π
Summary : babyjo is given an entire box of toys but he's only interested in silly things
wc : 600+
dividers : pink bunny by @chipellini and baby themed by @kodaswrld
π¬ this is a tale from my series the babyjo chronicles
As expected, the six eyes heir had all the toys a baby his age needed and some (a lot) more. The gojo clan did not hold back when it came to spoiling their most important heir. From imported plushies to golden rattles to toys blessed by monks to toys designed by specialists for infant development, the heir had it all in his collection.
But for some odd reason babyjo is always terribly uninterested in his toys.
"Let's see if you like your new toys", you say excitedly opening the box sent by the gojo elders this morning.
You hold a soft yellow plush toy up and present it to the baby sitting in front of you. You almost sigh at how soft the material feels under your hand.
Babyjo just blinks once and looks away, staring out of the window instead.
"Alright no soft toys then. How about this?" This time you hold up a little toy car made of real silver.
"Vroom vroom?" You try to sell this item to the bored baby.
No reaction.
"no cars either hm."
You start rummaging through the box in search of something that might catch the baby's attention.
That's when you see movement in your periphery. You turn to see Babyjo lift his arm. The chubby fingers tries to reach towards your... head?
You feel confused before remembering that you wore a hair clip today to keep your hair out of your face.
"This?" You laugh, pointing at your clip.
Your finger reaches the fluffy clip on your hair and babyjo makes a tiny squealing noise.
It's a little trinket you mindlessly bought from the summer fair. But apparently the soft pink hair clip with feathers hanging from it is the vulnerable heel of the gojo clan's Achilles.
You laugh.
"You want my clip? But how about your new rattle? This costs more than everyone's salary in this state, you know?" You hold the gold rattle up. The delicate toy shimmers in the sunlight.
Babyjo does not seem very disturbed with the gojo clan's pay structure. All he does is make a tiny noise and reach his chubby hand towards the clip again.
"You're impossible," you say while taking the clip off.
"All these toys and that's what you liked huh?"
After an hour of playing, satoru finally let's go of your poor hair clip. The soft pink fluff now looks like a greyish mess.
Babyjo forgets about the clip immediately and looks around the room.
"Oh, maybe he wants a new toy," a maid says.
You sit up straighter in excitement. Maybe he will like something from his luxury toy collection this time. You have high hopes for the pink unicorn plushie. Or maybe he will take a liking to the shiny new robot toy.
While you dig into the box again, babyjo starts moving.
"Maybe he wants to take a look inside the box," another maid exclaims.
You nod your head and softly push the box towards babyjo a bit.
"Do you want to take a look inside, satoru?" you coo
Babyjo gives you a huge smile and starts crawling towards the box. Only to pass right by it without even glancing at the toys.
"Where is he going?" The maids start whispering as the baby finally comes to a stop.
"He wants the old perfume box!!?"
Babyjo stops right in front of the empty perfume box you had accidentally left behind earlier.
"No way," you whisper as you watch him grab the box. Babyjo happily lifts and smacks the empty pink box against the floor with both tiny hands.
You grab the gold rattle and move towards him. When you hold the toy out to him, babyjo glances at it for a moment.
"Yes yes take it, satoru", you think to yourself.
And he tosses the rattle away like it's nothing.
"The elder gojo said it was custom made in Italy," one of the maids choke up.
"Maybe satoru just likes trash," you reply somberly.
You rub the baby's soft white locks, trying not to laugh, "Out of everything in this room, you want the empty box?"
Babyjo blinks at you once. And then shoves the corner of the box into his mouth.
The whole room is stunned into silence for one moment, before chaos erupts.
"Get that thing away!"
"He's eating all the germs!"
Looks like it was time to get babyjo some teething toys.
a/n : this was written from a precious memory when my nephew rejected all his toys and started playing with my scalp massager and i literally told my sister "wow ur son likes trash huh" It's his birthday today, that dumbass baby is my entire heart you guys also not proofread i wrote this in a rush cz i miss him sm
