Nightingale/December Song
Pairing: Gojo x f!Reader
Spoilers if you haven't gotten through the Shibuya Incident yet. Synopsis: Your boyfriend lover best friend and fellow Tokyo Jujutsu High teacher Gojo Satoru just activated Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void, saving hundreds of humans, annihilating thousands of curses, and changing the course of your lives forever. A/N: Inspired by Sunset Rubdown's incredible song Nightingale/December Song, I'm tapping into my Gojo obsession. In-universe, all angst. It's just a tiny little scene, should I write more?
You are a vast explosion, and I am the embers.
"Satoru."
He lifted his head at your voice, breathing heavy. His eyes were wide. Gaze searing. Feral. The residual energy of his attack still crackled through the air like lightning, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. The transfigured humans were decimated; the platform left grisly.
You knew it then. Could see it in the nearly imperceptible shake of his hands, both bloodied, one limply holding some cursed spirit's torn body part, the other reaching out towards you. He stepped forward, blinking as if coming out of a daze, dropping the limb to pull you roughly into his chest, forehead falling onto your shoulder. You felt it then, sure as his pounding pulse. The limits of The Honored One could not be contained. Not by his meticulous calculations and planning. Not by your heart.
You thought you had seen it all. Thought you and he could weather anything. Riko's murder. Suguru's defection, his death, his absence that still haunted you all. Colleagues hospitalized. Colleagues buried. The students—children—so easily thrown away by jujutsu families and higher-ups who both coveted and feared their power beyond anything else.
He turned his head, lips touching your neck for a ghost of a kiss. "You need to go," he murmured into your collar, voice raspy. You didn't want to leave him. Had just obliterated god-knows-how-many curses yourself to make it to this level and witness the unimaginable attack he had just unleashed, one of such staggering magnitude it shouldn't have been possible without mass human casualties. You were partners in the field, in life... even if that part was, well, complicated to say the least. But you didn't argue. And when a seismic boom from one of the floors above rattled the entire terminal, you didn't hesitate. Didn't squeeze him in an embrace or kiss his pretty soft lips or even say goodbye. Without a glance back you turned and ran towards the pandemonium, one thing on your mind: your students.
Satoru didn't need backup. He was The Strongest. Whatever curses remained on this floor, he could handle.
Had you looked back, you would have seen it. Had you stayed half a minute longer, you would have been able to intercede. Satoru wouldn't have been caught off guard. He wouldn't have mistaken Kenjaku for Suguru. He wouldn't have been trapped in the Prison Realm.
You wouldn't have had to learn how to navigate a world without Gojo Satoru.
And though your flames are quick and mean, they will not last the year, but expire like a sudden falling star.












