In the world of sorcery and ancient clans, two souls are thrust into an unyielding destiny that neither of them desires.
Hanae Tsukiyama, a skilled sorceress with the unique ability to harness the power of the moon, is determined to protect her family's legacy. But when a prophecy dictates that she must marry the enigmatic Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with a reputation as fierce as his powers, her world is turned upside down.
Satoru Gojo, a free spirit and renowned sorcerer, has always walked his own path. Forced into an arranged marriage by tradition and prophecy, he finds himself bound to a woman he barely knows and a destiny he never wanted.
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a/n: Another Satoru Gojo series!! This one has been playing on my mind for a while now, so i thought that I might as well type it out and post it on tumblr. This wasn't going to be a series, but after realising just how much i wrote, I thought it would be best to post it in parts. The second part of this series is already in the works, and I'm in the process of fine-tuning and editing it, so keep an eye out for that! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!
Hanae found herself standing before the grand wrought-iron gates of the Gojo estate, her heart pounding like a distant war drum. Flanked by her parents, both adorned in traditional robes, they wore expressions marked by anticipation and trepidation. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured gardens that encircled the grand mansion, with cherry blossoms whispering in the breeze, their delicate petals falling like pale confetti.
This meeting, though explained as a significant formality, felt to Hanae like a noose tightening around her future—a future she hadn't chosen herself.
As the gates slowly creaked open, revealing the path leading to the grand entrance, Hanae's mother, a woman whose wisdom was etched into every line of her face, gave her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Remember, my dear," her mother said, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "This is for the sake of our clan. We carry the weight of generations on our shoulders."
Hanae nodded, her lips curving into a determined yet uneasy smile. "I understand, Mother."
The door to the Gojo mansion swung open, revealing an opulent foyer adorned with priceless artifacts and ancient scrolls. Servants in traditional attire bustled about, tending to their duties with practiced grace.
Hanae's gaze was drawn to the imposing figure standing at the center of the room, surrounded by an aura of power and privilege. Hiroshi Gojo, head of the prestigious Gojo clan, and his wife, Ayaka Gojo, awaited their arrival, both dressed in traditional attire. They scanned their guests with a hint of curiosity.
"Welcome, Tsukiyama-san," Hiroshi said, his voice smooth and confident, yet tinged with an underlying tension that mirrored Hanae's own feelings.
"Gojo-san," Hanae's father greeted, bowing respectfully. "Thank you for welcoming us into your home."
"Of course, we are meeting here to discuss very important matters," Hiroshi replied.
As Hanae observed Hiroshi's eyes on her, she felt a sense of unease settling over her like a second skin. The scrutiny was almost palpable, and she quickly lowered her gaze out of respect for her elder.
Hiroshi gestured to the woman standing one step behind him. "This is my wife, Ayaka."
Hanae and her parents bowed in greeting, receiving a nod in return from Ayaka.
Takeshi, Hanae's father, introduced his wife, Akiko, to the Gojo family. Hiroshi, in turn, acknowledged Hanae as the young woman they had all been waiting for.
Taking a deep breath, Hanae took a step forward and offered a deep and respectful bow to her potential new in-laws. "Gojo-dono, Gojo-sama, it's an honor to meet you."
Hiroshi seemed pleased with her manners, his voice tinged with a barely detectable chuckle. "Such great manners. Now that all introductions have been made, why don't we all have some tea?"
With that, Hanae and her family were led down the beautiful corridors of the traditional Japanese mansion and into a sitting room designated for hosting.
The initial moments were filled with small talk among the adults while Hanae sat lost in thought. She wondered about her potential future husband, who was conspicuously absent at the moment. Perhaps, she considered, he was running late or even contemplating skipping the meeting altogether.
The conversation in the room flowed like a gentle stream, finding moments of tranquility amidst the weight of tradition. Hanae's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as she exchanged pleasantries with the Gojo family. Her parents' eyes held a mixture of hope and caution as they conversed.
But then, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The door to the room swung open, and in walked Satoru Gojo, the central figure in this arrangement. His entrance exuded an air of nonchalance that seemed to fill the room. He strode in casually, his steps unhurried, as if he had no particular interest in the proceedings. His gaze, obscured by a pair of sunglasses, brushed over the assembled guests before settling on Hanae.
Their eyes met, and Hanae couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This was the man she was meant to marry, chosen for her by their families and traditions, yet he seemed entirely disinterested.
With languid grace, Satoru Gojo approached, his words dripping with nonchalance. "My apologies for keeping you all waiting," he said, his tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. "I hope this meeting won't take too much of our time."
Takeshi Tsukiyama, maintaining his composure, offered a polite greeting. "Not at all, Gojo-san. We appreciate your willingness to meet with us."
Satoru merely shrugged, his arrogance palpable. "Well, here I am. Let's get this over with."
The room fell into an uneasy silence as the weight of his indifference settled in. Hanae couldn't help but wonder about the future that lay ahead, a future with a man who appeared to care so little about the arrangement that bound them together.
Takeshi Tsukiyama cleared his throat, sensing that it was time to broach the matter that had brought them all together. "Gojo-san," he began, his tone measured and respectful, “Thank you for meeting with us. Our families have a long history, and it is with great respect for tradition that we come to discuss the prospect of a union between our clans."
Satoru Gojo leaned back in his chair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. "I'm aware of our families' history and traditions, Tsukiyama-san," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "But let's not beat around the bush. We're here to discuss an arranged marriage, aren't we?"
Hanae nodded, her voice steady despite the unease she felt. "Yes, Gojo-san, that is the purpose of our meeting."
Satoru Gojo let out a long sigh, as if the entire affair bored him. "Fine, then. Let's hear what you have to say."
And with those words, the negotiation for an arranged marriage between the Tsukiyama and Gojo clans began.
"As you may know," Takeshi started, "the Tsukiyama clan has a unique history. We are the sole survivors of a clan that was sent as a gift from the gods during the prime era of sorcery."
Ayaka Gojo leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "A gift from the gods, you say?"
"Yes," Hiroshi confirmed, "it is a belief that has been passed down through generations. Our clan's history is deeply intertwined with sorcery, and our ancestors were revered for their abilities."
Satoru finally showed a hint of interest, albeit masked by his arrogance. "So, what does this have to do with our meeting today and the arranged marriage?"
Takeshi exchanged a brief glance with Hiroshi before continuing, "A prophecy, Gojo-san. A prophetess foretold that if a member of our clan were to marry the heir of the Gojo clan, their offspring would possess unparalleled power and bring great luck."
Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information. "Unparalleled power and great luck?"
Hiroshi nodded, hoping to emphasize the significance of the arrangement. "Indeed, Satoru. Our families have always held the utmost respect for tradition and the prophecies that guide our destinies. We believe that this union could bring immense benefits to both our clans."
Akiko Tsukiyama joined the conversation, her voice gentle but earnest. "It is our hope that this arranged marriage will strengthen the bonds between our families, preserving the legacy of the Tsukiyama clan and ensuring a prosperous future for both of our bloodlines."
Satoru leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Benefits to both our clans, you say. And what if I have no interest in this arrangement?"
Takeshi chose his words carefully. "We understand that this is not a decision to be taken lightly, Gojo-san. We merely wish to present the opportunity for consideration. The choice, of course, ultimately lies with you and Hanae."
Hanae, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, her voice steady despite her nervousness. "I hope that we can approach this with open hearts and minds, for the sake of tradition and the future."
The room fell into a contemplative silence as the weight of their words hung in the air. The arrangement had been laid bare before them, and now, it was up to Satoru Gojo to decide whether tradition and prophecy would guide his future.
Gojo contemplated Hanae’s words for a few seconds before clearing his throat, seemingly having made up his mind. “I believe that prophecies are a bunch of bogus,” He started, taking in all the intense stares from everyone in the room.
“They tell you whatever they think you want to hear. So, if everyone in this room thinks that I’m going to let some ‘prophecy’-" he uses his fingers to air quote- “decide on my future, then you all got something coming."
“What are you trying to say, Satoru?” Hiroshi asked, a stern look on his face.
“That we not place our future in the hands of a prophecy. One that we can’t even prove is real.”
Hiroshi burst out laughing, as if everything that Gojo had just said was a joke.
“Satoru,” He started, looking at Gojo. In the next second, the smile on Hiroshi’s face was gone.
A chill ran down Hanae’s back at the quick change of emotions from Hiroshi. People who could change their emotions in a split second made Hanae uneasy.
“While Takeshi’s deal is honorable,” He said, waving at Takeshi without removing his attention from Gojo. “I will not be giving you the leisure to choose whether or not you will be marrying Hanae Tsukiyama. You will marry her, or else.”
Hiroshi’s statement left no room for argument. He was serious about this marriage and what it could mean for his family and clan. And by the looks of it, Satoru had no choice but to obey his father’s rules.
Hanae watched as Gojo’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing to fight his father’s wishes, he just stiffly nodded and said nothing more.
“Good,” Hiroshi clapped, turning his attention to Hanae.
“Now, my dear, since everything is arranged on our side, the decision lies with you,”
Hanae gulped, realizing the weight of pressure she had on her shoulders. She knew that she ultimately had no choice here, and that her father only told her that the decision ultimately laid with her. But ever since they found out about the prophecy, her parents, her grandparents, and every member of their clan has been lecturing her about the importance of her union with the Gojo clan. They all depended on her to marry Satoru Gojo.
“I agree to the marriage between Satoru Gojo and myself,” She said, raising her chin to appear brave and strong, the opposite of what she was actually feeling right now.
“But I do just have one request,” she added, before anyone could react.
Hiroshi smiled at her and gave her a nod to continue.
“Before our marriage, I would like some time for Gojo-san and myself to get to know one another better.”
The parents looked between each other, each of them nodding their heads in agreement. Hanae’s request was reasonable and was the least they could do for their children who were being forced into a loveless marriage.
“Very well,” Hiroshi nodded. “We will give you two months to get to know each other, but during those months, the wedding will be planned.”
“That means we’ll marry in two months,” Gojo stated, speaking up for the first time since getting the ultimatum from his father.
“Yes. A date will later be confirmed, but your union will be in two months' time.”
“My time can't be spent here frolicking around and getting to know some girl. I have a job, I have curses to exorcise.” Gojo said, crossing his arms. It seemed that even though he had no real say about the wedding, he was still going to make this whole process as difficult as possible.
“That will be no problem for Hanae,” Hiroshi smirked at his son.
“She will be living with you at Jujutsu High.”
Gojo scoffed, looking at Hanae before shaking his head. “And what is she supposed to do the entire time while I work and go away on missions? Just sit around in my apartment and wait for me?”
This time Hanae’s father was the one to speak. “Of course not. Hanae is a grade one sorcerer,”
“She has been accepted to teach at Jujutsu High for the foreseeable future.”
Gojo shook his head and gave Hanae a once-over, clearly judging her. Hanae was short, only measuring at 5 foot, and her build made others doubt her skills, but she was actually quite the opposite.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Satoru,” his mother scolded, speaking up for the first time. “Where are your manners? We raised you better than this. Treat your future wife with respect.”
Gojo reluctantly nodded, but seemed as if he really never actually meant it.
“Since the arrangement has been agreed upon by both families, we can now gift Hanae with her engagement ring.” Hiroshi said, ignoring his son’s little tantrum.
As if on cue, a male worker walked into the room carrying a silver tray where a black velvet box sat innocently on it. He walked to Satoru and held out the tray in an offering.
Gojo stared at the box for a second too long before reaching for it.
He stood up from his seat and approached Hanae.
With trembling hands and a fast-beating heart, Hanae stood up once Gojo reached her. He opened the box and presented the most beautiful ring that Hanae had ever seen.
The engagement ring chosen by the Gojo family for Hanae was nothing short of a dazzling masterpiece. It stood as a testament to their immense wealth and their commitment to making this arranged marriage an extravagant affair.
At its heart was a central diamond of breathtaking proportions. This remarkable gem was a paragon of clarity, brilliance, and sheer opulence. Its impressive carat weight captured the light in a way that left no doubt about its exceptional quality. It symbolized not only the significance of the union but also the immeasurable wealth of the Gojo clan.
The band that cradled this magnificent centerpiece was crafted from pure white gold, a choice that perfectly complemented the diamond's purity and sparkle. But what truly made the ring a breathtaking spectacle were the smaller diamonds that adorned the band. These gems, meticulously set in an alternating pattern, created a dazzling trail of shimmering brilliance on either side of the central diamond. Their extravagant display showcased the family's opulence and desire for the world to know it.
Delicate filigree work adorned the sides of the band, adding an extra layer of intricacy to the ring's design. These intricate patterns resembled delicate tendrils of blooming flowers and symbols of prosperity. Yet, the ring held more than just visual splendor. Etched discreetly on the inside of the band was a symbol deeply meaningful to the Gojo clan. This symbol, known only to a select few, represented the family's rich heritage, longstanding traditions, and unwavering values. Though hidden from the eyes of others, it served as a personal and profound connection to their past and their future.
Gojo gently removed the ring from the box, but Hanae was so dazed about the beautiful ring that she never realized that he was waiting for her to raise her hand. With more care than she thought he had, Gojo gently took her left hand in his and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.
“It’s beautiful,” Hanae whispered, staring mesmerized at the ring on her finger.
“It's a Gojo family heirloom,” Ayaka mused, stepping forward to look at the ring on Hanae's hand. “This ring belonged to Satoru’s great-grandmother, who was gifted this by her husband. We obviously made some changes to make it more modern and fitting for someone of your status. I hope that you’re happy with it.”
“I’m more than happy with it. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you.” Hanae smiled at Ayaka.
Ayaka gently took Hanae’s hand and patted it in a motherly fashion, and in that moment, Hanae knew that she would get along just fine with Gojo’s mother.
“We’ve prepared engagement gifts for Hanae,” Hiroshi said, giving Hanae a small smile.
“but since you’ll be staying at Jujutsu High, we’ve taken the courtesy to send it to your new apartment with Gojo.”
Hanae thought that it was weird that they already sent her engagement gifts to Tokyo before both herself and Gojo agreed to marriage. In that moment she realized that the two of them had way less say in the whole ordeal than they originally thought.
Hanae bowed in thanks towards Hiroshi and Ayaka, “Thank you, Gojo-san.”
“As per our traditions, our family has also prepared a gift for Satoru Gojo,” Hanae’s father said, stepping up to Gojo. He removed a delicate box hidden inside his pocket and handed it to a confused Hanae, who then looked up at Gojo, who was staring intensely at her. She cleared her throat and opened the box. She was momentarily stunned at what she saw.
The bracelet that her family had gifted Gojo was one that had been in the Tsukiyama family for centuries. It was passed down to each first-born male of the head of the clan, and as the only child of the head of the clan, this bracelet was now given from her father to his future son-in-law, which would then be passed down to a son of their own.
This gift didn’t only symbolize the Tsukiyama family’s rich history but also reflected their warm welcome of Satoru Gojo into their fold. It was a family heirloom that had been treasured for generations—a bracelet crafted from an exceedingly rare and striking stone, its color reminiscent of the depths of the night.
The bracelet's main feature was the exceptional stone, a unique and highly sought-after specimen with a hue that danced between deepest black and ethereal gray. Its surface was smooth and polished to perfection. The stone itself was believed to have protective properties, guarding its wearer against adversity and negative energies.
The bracelet's design was simple yet timeless. It consisted of a series of marble-sized, perfectly polished stone beads, each separated by delicate silver spacers. The clasp, an intricate piece of silver-work, held a small family crest engraved with the symbol of the Tsukiyama clan.
As Satoru Gojo received this antique bracelet, he could feel the weight of its history and significance. It had been passed down through generations, from father to son, and now, it was entrusted to him. It served as a silent pledge of the family's support, respect, and acceptance of the arranged marriage, despite any reservations that may have lingered beneath the surface.
The bracelet was a testament to the enduring connections of the Tsukiyama clan and their commitment to fostering unity and harmony. Satoru's acceptance of this heirloom marked not only the beginning of his journey with Hanae but also the embrace of their shared future and the rich traditions that would bind their families together.
“Thank you,” Gojo mumbled as he ran his thumb over the smooth stones of the bracelet.
Just when Hanae thought that perhaps Gojo was warming up to the idea of them getting married, his emotions changed in a blink of an eye. He snapped the box holding the heirloom closed and placed it in his pocket. He didn’t take it out or even try it on.
“Very well,” Hiroshi said, breaking the awkward silence between the two families. “Now that all of that has been taken care of, why don’t we discuss the part that the wives are anticipating the most. The engagement party and the wedding.”
Both Hanae and Gojo went back to their respective seats as the discussions started taking place. It was decided that Hanae would leave for Jujutsu High in two days' time, where she would meet up with Gojo and settle down in her new home. Another meeting would take place next weekend, which was only a few days away, where the upcoming wedding would be discussed. Things such as wedding dates, the house Gojo and Hanae would be living in after marriage, and who would cover certain wedding expenses would be discussed. And lastly, the engagement party.
An official announcement would be made in a few days to other clans and to the public about the engagement of Satoru Gojo and Hanae Tsukiyama, and following closely behind, only a day after the official meeting about wedding arrangements, an engagement party would be held at the Gojo residence for all family, friends, and clans.
Feeling overwhelmed by how fast things were moving, Hanae excused herself to go to the bathroom, but she sneakily made her way into the front garden where she saw a beautiful cherry blossom tree upon entering the residence earlier.
The Tsukiyama family crest was a symbol of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. It represented the beauty and transience of life, and it also signified the family’s commitment to renewal and protection, much like the changing seasons.
“The cherry blossoms outside are particularly beautiful this time of year, aren’t they?” Hanae mused. Even though her attention was on the tree before her, she could sense Gojo’s silent presence the moment he stepped into the garden.
Gojo chuckled, his steps approaching her figure, and stopped to stand next to her. He looked up at the big cherry blossom tree that Hanae was referring to. “You have a good sense of your environment. I’m impressed.”
Hanae smiled, turning to look at Gojo. “Just because I never graduated from Jujutsu High in Tokyo doesn’t mean that I’m a good sorcerer, Gojo-san.”
Hanae nodded back to the cherry blossom tree and turned back to look at it again. “Cherry blossoms always bring a sense of renewal and beauty to our lives. I think that’s why it’s my favorite flower. We have a cherry blossom tree in our garden back home. It’s been in our family for generations.”
Gojo hummed, “Then your name is quite fitting, isn’t it.”
Hanae looked up at Gojo, wanting him to explain further about what he meant.
“Your love for flowers and the cherry blossom. I think it’s quite fitting that the meaning of your name is flower blessing.”
Hanae chuckled and nodded, “Yes, my parents must have known what they were doing when they named me Hanae.”
“What about your clan name?” Gojo asked Hanae, looking at her with an intensity that she could feel through his dark sunglasses. “What does Tsukiyama mean?”
“Tsuki means moon, and Yama means mountain. It was chosen because of the technique used by my clan; Moonlight manipulation.”
“That’s interesting,” Gojo mused, now looking at Hanae with interest and intrigue. “Tell me about your technique. What can you do?”
“I’m sure nothing as impressive as what I heard you can do, Gojo-San,” Hanae chuckled. She turned her body to fully face Gojo’s towering body. “My clan’s techniques allows us to harness the power of the moon and manipulate it for various purposes. My clan is most well known for our healers and amplifiers, but we are capable of other techniques using the moon too.”
“Healers I understand. They use the moonlight to heal injuries, but what are amplifiers? I’ve never heard of that one before.”
“Moonlight amplification is when moonlight gets channelled by the sorcerer into a person of choice. It will enhance their strength and abilities, but only temporarily.” Hanae explained.
“What other techniques does your clan have?”
“Some have moonlight shields which are protective barriers of moonlight, some have moonbeam projections which are concentrates beams of moonlight used as offensive acts, and then there are the ones who have moonlit tracking. They can track the movements of curses or other sorcerers by sensing disturbances in the moonlight.”
“You never included yourself in any of those,” Gojo observed. “You said ‘they’ and never ‘we’ or ‘I’. Does that mean that none of those are your techniques?”
“Yes and no,” you respond. “I can do a bit of healing, but mostly on small injuries. My technique is moonlight blades and moonlit illusions.”
“I’m guessing that the blades are shaped by the moonlight?” Gojo asked, tilting his head curiously.
Hanae nodded, “Yes. They’re razor-sharp blades that can cut through curses and defend against attacks. For the illusions, I used the moonlight to make intricate illusions that can confuse and disorientate my enemies.”
Gojo whistled, looking quite impressed with her set of skills. “I know you probably get asked this a lot, but does your technique only work at night?”
Hanae couldn’t help but laugh at his question, because yes, he was right. That exact question always gets asked by people interested in her technique.
“The technique is more potent and effective at night when the moon is visible. However, it doesn’t necessarily work only at night,” Hanae explained. “At night, when the moon is in the sky, my powers are at their peak. I can perform more complex and powerful feats using moonlight during nighttime. During the day or in places with limited moonlight, like indoor environments, my abilities may be less potent or it may require more effort to use. The different phases of the moon also affects the range and strengths of my abilities.”
“Wow, that’s really quite fascinating,” Gojo nodded. “We should battle each other some day. It would be quite an interesting fight.”
“Gojo-san,” Hanae said, shaking her head in disagreement. “That wouldn’t be much of a fight. I’ve the stories. You’d have me tapping out in seconds.”
A cocky grin tugged at Gojo’s lips. He shrugged playfully, “I’ll go easy on you then.”
Both Gojo and Hanae took a moment to take the other in, before turning around and looking up at the blooming cherry blossom tree.
From beside her, Gojo took in a deep breath. “Hanae,”
Hanae turned all her attention to Gojo.
“You seem like a nice woman, but I’m going to be honest with you, I have no interest in getting married to you.
Ouch, Hanae thought to herself. Getting told by someone as handsome as Gojo that he wasn’t interested in you was a hard hit to the ego. But at the same time, she also understood where he was coming from.
“Gojo, trust me, I’m not a willing participant either, but I have no other choice,” Hanae began, looking Gojo in the eye in the hopes that he could tell how serious but sincere she was trying to be. “My family and clan are relying on me to get married to you, and I can’t let them down for my own selfish desires.”
Gojo scoffed and ran his hand through his messy, white hair. “I don’t understand. What’s the big deal about this marriage? Why do you have to marry me? Why can’t you get married to someone from the Zenin clan? I’m sure you could get someone there.”
“It’s much more complicated than that. The prophecy said that I should marry you. Our parents are not willing to let a sign of such great importance pass them by, not one that tells us about the outcome of our future.”
Gojo scoffed for the second time since joining her in the garden. “I see that they’ve got you just as brainwashed as the rest,”
He shook his head, “Just because the clan says so, doesn’t mean that it’s what you should do. Are you going to live your whole life following orders from your clan people? From your elders?”
“I really thought you were smarter than that.”
Hanae's frustration and anger continued to mount. She couldn't believe that Satoru Gojo had the audacity to belittle her choices and her loyalty to her clan. It was infuriating to have someone who knew nothing about her life pass judgment so casually.
Hanae's voice held a rare intensity as she continued, her frustration bubbling over. "Don't you dare question my loyalty to my family and clan. They've given me everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill my responsibilities to them. It's not brainwashing; it's love and duty."
Gojo's arrogant demeanor wavered for a moment, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. It seemed her words had struck a chord with him, even if he didn't want to admit it. For a brief moment, the two of them stood there, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.
With a clenched jaw and tears of anger threatening to spill, Hanae took a deep breath, determined not to let Gojo's words provoke her further. She knew that lashing out wouldn't solve anything, and she had too much at stake to let this confrontation escalate.
"Gojo-san, I understand that you might not agree with our traditions and beliefs," Hanae began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "But I want you to know that I take my responsibilities seriously. This marriage isn't just about me. It's about our families and the legacy they've entrusted us with."
"Look," Hanae continued, her tone more composed now. "I don't expect you to understand everything about me or my clan, just as I don't fully understand your world. But I hope that we can find a way to make the best of this situation, for both our sakes and our families'."
Hanae turned away, returning back to the house before she got into another argument with Gojo. The tension between them remained unresolved, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. Gojo watched her retreating figure with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. He had agreed to cooperate, but that didn't mean he had fully accepted the situation.
With a sigh, Gojo turned his gaze back to the cherry blossom tree, its delicate blooms swaying gently in the breeze. He couldn't deny that Hanae's determination had caught his attention, but the prospect of this arranged marriage still irked him.
"I won't let them control my fate," Gojo muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He had always been a free spirit, and the idea of being bound by tradition and prophecy grated against his very nature.
While walking inside the house, a loomed in Hanae’s head. Would they find a way to coexist or would they remain locked in a struggle against a destiny they had not chosen for themselves?
a/n: Phew, that was a long one! Let me know what you think about this series. Is it worth continuing?? As I mentioned in the a/n at the beginning, I'm already working on part 2, so that should be out soon.
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Hanae navigates her first week at Jujutsu High, finding her feet in the world of teaching. Her second-year students are supportive, but the real test comes from sharing an apartment with Satoru Gojo. He's rarely home, but when he is, he enjoys pushing her buttons and revelling in her reactions.
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Hanae stood before the imposing entrance of Jujutsu High, her emotions in a complex whirlwind of apprehension and curiosity. With a deep breath, she embraced the blend of excitement and uncertainty that marked the commencement of this new chapter in her life— one scripted by tradition and prophecy, rather than her own aspirations.
Lugging her luggage along, Hanae journeyed towards the apartment she now shared with Satoru Gojo. As she approached, her mind buzzed with anticipation. The question of what lay behind that door weighed on her—would it echo the pristine tidiness that defined Gojo's appearance, or would it mirror the unpredictability that so often enveloped him?
Upon stepping into the apartment, Hanae was met with a pleasant surprise. Chaos did not reign supreme; instead, a remarkable sense of order and neatness prevailed. The living room exuded a tranquil aura, inviting with its ample space. A vast bookshelf graced one wall, housing an array of textbooks, novels, and various curiosities. At the room's centre, a plush couch faced a sleek flat-screen television.
Hanae's exploration extended to a well-appointed kitchen, boasting gleaming countertops and modern appliances, all meticulously maintained by Gojo. It was a reassuring sight, assuring her that their cohabitation could be harmonious.
Her own room, though still in the process of being unpacked, held the promise of comfort and spaciousness. A cozy bed adorned with soft linens, a well-furnished study desk, and a window with a view of the campus grounds awaited her presence. On her desk, the gifts from the Gojo family lay neatly arranged, awaiting her attention.
Despite the allure of her new surroundings, Hanae's adventurous spirit beckoned her to explore the place before she began unpacking. With ample time before her scheduled meeting with Principal Yaga, she sought to absorb the atmosphere of her new environment.
Engrossed in thoughts and captivated by the architectural marvels of the campus, Hanae failed to notice the striking woman with long, dark hair walking directly toward her. Both lost in their contemplations, they collided with a gentle thud, causing them to stagger back slightly.
Quickly recovering from the unexpected encounter, Hanae flushed with embarrassment and offered an apology. "I'm so sorry. I should have been more attentive to where I was walking."
The woman responded with an understanding smile, acknowledging her own role in the collision. "No need to apologise. I shouldn't have been walking and texting at the same time."
Observing Hanae's face, the woman continued, her curiosity piqued. "Are you new here? I don't believe I've seen you before."
With a respectful bow, Hanae introduced herself. "I'm Hanae Tsukiyama, a recent arrival at Jujutsu High."
The woman's keen eyes scrutinized Hanae. "I'm Shoko Ieiri, the head nurse and a sorcerer here. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Shoko extended the warmth of her company by offering Hanae a swift tour of the school grounds, an opportunity Hanae welcomed eagerly.
Initially reserved, Shoko gradually warmed to the conversation as they traversed the school grounds. She provided insights into Jujutsu High's rich history, the diverse range of techniques practiced by its students, and the tight-knit community that thrived within its walls.
Intrigued by Hanae's arrival, Shoko inquired, "So, what brings you here? Is teaching something you've always aspired to do?"
Hanae shook her head, gazing at the forest that enveloped Jujutsu High. "Teaching wasn't my initial plan, but it's grown on me. I have a fondness for working with children."
Shoko couldn't help but chuckle at Hanae's somewhat hesitant explanation. "Is that all?"
Hanae laughed in response. "No, there's more to it. I'm actually engaged to one of the teachers here, and our families thought it would be best if I were closer to him. Hence, I decided to take a job here."
“A teacher?” Shoko inquired, her curiosity piqued. "Which one? I'm sure I know him since there aren’t many to begin with."
Hanae's response triggered an abrupt halt in Shoko's steps, causing Hanae to stop as well. Hanae regarded her with a curious expression. "I assume you know Gojo?"
Shoko blinked a few times before replying, “Yes, we've been friends for a long time." She extracted a box of cigarettes from her pocket and took out a cigarette.
Observing her actions, Hanae couldn't help but remark, "I thought you said you quit?”
“I did,” Hanae watched as Shoko struggled to light the cigarette, and just as Hanae was about to intervene again, the cigarette was plucked from Shoko’s mouth before she could take her first puff.
Standing before them was none other than Satoru Gojo, whom Hanae hadn't seen since the official confirmation of their engagement. Dressed in his Jujutsu High uniform, complete with the black blindfold covering his eyes, he exuded an air of charisma and authority. The man she had met in the opulent Gojo residence had transformed into a different figure.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Shoko, sporting an annoyed expression, addressed Gojo. "Well, when one finds out that their friend is secretly engaged, don't you think that calls for an emergency smoke?"
Gojo responded with his characteristic nonchalance, acknowledging, "Nobody really knows yet. It's still quite fresh."
Shoko continued to scrutinize both Gojo and Hanae with a thoughtful expression. "Well, that's certainly unexpected. Gojo, you haven't mentioned anything. Not even that you were seeing someone."
Hanae couldn't help but feel a mixture of unease and relief, knowing that Gojo had kept their engagement as private as she had. It seemed that he was as guarded about the matter as she was.
"Shoko!" A voice called out from a short distance away, diverting their attention to a group of students surrounding a tall, dark-haired figure who appeared to be injured.
"Shoko, you've got to take a look at Megumi. He got hurt while practicing with Yuji," a girl in the group explained, pointing to the injured boy.
“What happened?” Gojo inquired, his tone surprisingly composed given the circumstances.
Hanae, on the other hand, couldn't help but worry about the injured boy, Megumi, and why nobody seemed more concerned about his condition. The poor boy had a gash across his forehead and was bleeding profusely from the wound.
"We were practicing, and then, out of nowhere, Sukuna took control and started beating the crap out of Megumi," a boy with pink hair, presumably Yuji, quickly explained.
"I'm fine," Megumi finally spoke up, though he appeared to be in pain. "I told them not to bring me here. I can take care of myself."
Shoko examined Megumi's injuries, her concern evident. “It doesn’t seem too deep, but perhaps we should get you checked out, just in case."
As the students reluctantly began to leave, Shoko turned her attention back to Hanae and Gojo. "This conversation isn't over. We're going to sit down and have a chat about what's really going on between the two of you."
A girl from the departing group couldn't resist making a joke, asking, "Who's this? Gojo-sensei's girlfriend?"
Shoko corrected her with a smirk, "She's his fiancée."
The revelation left both Yuji and the girl in shock, their exclamations filling the air. The only one who seemed relatively unfazed was Megumi, who observed Hanae with a hint of curiosity.
"That's a story for another time," Gojo chuckled nervously, waving the students away. "Why don't you all help Shoko take Megumi to her office?"
With the students and Shoko gone, a heavy silence hung in the air between Hanae and Gojo. They stood a few feet apart, each unsure of how to break the ice that had formed between them ever since their last interaction.
Gojo cleared his throat, his voice strained. "So, Hanae, how was your trip here? I hope it wasn't too exhausting."
Hanae glanced away, her arms crossed defensively. "It was fine, thank you," she replied curtly, avoiding eye contact with him.
Another awkward pause followed before Gojo tried again. "You know, this place can be overwhelming at first, but you'll get used to it. If you need any help settling in or have any questions, feel free to ask."
Hanae nodded, still not looking at him. "I appreciate that, but I can manage on my own."
Gojo's jaw tightened, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "Look, Hanae, I understand this situation is far from ideal for both of us, but we have to make the best of it. The students already know about our engagement, and we can't let them see any discord between us."
Hanae finally met his gaze, her eyes filled with frustration. "I get it, Gojo. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. We barely know each other, and this whole charade is driving me crazy."
He ran a hand through his hair, his own frustration evident. "Believe me, I'm not thrilled about it either. You were the one who agreed to this stupid arrangement in the first place. If you said no, we both wouldn’t be doing this right now.”
“Didn’t we go over this the last time?” Hanae scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “I told you that I didn’t have much of a choice either!”
Gojo rolled his eyes but decides against responding, knowing that it would just lead to another argument, and they couldn’t afford to be caught having an argument in public, or else their families would have their necks.
At their last meeting, they were specifically instructed to not say a word to anyone outside of their family regarding the circumstances around their engagement. They were told to always put up the front of a happy and very much in love couple, or else there’d be consequences that both of them would not like (aka getting their trust funds taken away).
The awkward silence lingered for a moment longer, neither of them willing to be the first to break it. Then, because gossip got around so quickly at Jujutsu High (thanks to Yuji who was the biggest gossip of all), a group of students from a nearby training ground approached, their curiosity piqued by the sight of Hanae and Gojo together.
"Sensei! Is this your fiancée?" one of the students asked, a mischievous glint in their eyes.
Gojo's expression shifted immediately, adopting a playful tone as he put an arm around Hanae's shoulders. "Yes, she is. This is Hanae, my lovely fiancée."
Hanae felt a surge of irritation but didn't protest. Instead, she forced a small smile and nodded, playing along with the act, albeit reluctantly.
The students exchanged knowing glances and whispered among themselves, clearly excited by this unexpected development. The news of Gojo's engagement would undoubtedly be the talk of the day.
Another student, a girl with short, fiery hair, piped up. "Wow, you guys make such a cute couple!"
Hanae's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to maintain her composure. "Thank you," she replied politely, though
her discomfort was evident.
Gojo continued to put on the act, his arm still around Hanae. "We certainly are lucky to have found each other, aren't we, sweetheart?" he said, using a pet name that made Hanae cringe inwardly.
She clenched her jaw but managed to nod in agreement. "Yes, we are."
The students chatted with Gojo and Hanae for a few more minutes, asking about their relationship and sharing their excitement. Gojo expertly deflected any personal questions, keeping the conversation light and friendly.
Once the students finally left to continue their training, Gojo turned to Hanae with a wry smile. "Well, that was interesting."
Hanae rolled her eyes. "Please don't call me 'sweetheart' or any other pet names. This act is hard enough as it is."
Gojo chuckled, his demeanor more relaxed now that the students were gone. "Fair enough, Hanae. We'll try to keep it as professional as possible."
Hanae's first week at Jujutsu High passed in the blink of an eye. Her transition into the life of a teacher appeared to be seamless. Her group of second-year students proved to be easy-going and understanding, giving her space to find her footing in her new role. Hanae was pleasantly surprised by their cooperative attitude, making her teaching experience more enjoyable than she had initially anticipated.
The only real source of frustration during this week was her living situation with Gojo. While he was seldom home, the moments he was present seemed to test her patience to its limits. Gojo had a knack for doing things he knew would annoy Hanae or saying and doing things just to get a reaction out of her. Their interactions often left her exasperated and on edge, as if Gojo took pleasure in pushing her buttons.
On Day 2, Hanae decided to start her day on a positive note. It was a special day for her since she was going to have her first meeting and lesson with the second-year students she was teaching. Wanting to make a good impression and keep up appearances, she decided to make breakfast not just for herself but for Gojo as well.
As she bustled around the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Hanae had prepared a hearty breakfast with scrambled eggs, toast, and some fresh fruit. She set the table neatly, determined to start the day on the right foot.
Gojo emerged from his bedroom, looking disheveled with messy hair and wrinkled pajamas. He walked straight to the pot of fresh coffee that Hanae had brewed and poured himself a generous amount into his own mug. There was no greeting, no acknowledgment of her presence. He seemed to be in his own world in the morning.
Hanae, not one to let his behavior slide, offered a sarcastic "Good morning" as she watched him pour his coffee. "How did you sleep?"
Gojo responded with a monosyllabic, "Fine," devoid of any enthusiasm or emotion. Mornings weren't his strong suit.
Seeing that her attempt at small talk wasn't going anywhere, Hanae extended an olive branch. "I made breakfast. You want some?"
Gojo, slightly more receptive to the offer of food, simply nodded in response.
They ate in silence, the only sounds in the room being the clinking of cutlery on plates. Gojo, as usual, finished his meal first, got up, and gave a polite but emotionless, "Thanks for breakfast."
However, he made no move to clean up after himself. Instead, he placed his dirty dishes in the sink and turned to leave the kitchen.
Hanae, not willing to let this set the tone for their mornings, stopped him with a firm tone. "Aren't you going to clean up after yourself?"
Gojo looked at her, his expression equally firm. "You're going to have to wash up the other things you used too." He gestured to the equipment she had used to make breakfast and her own dirty dishes. "Might as well add mine to the bunch."
Hanae rolled her eyes but decided not to push the matter further. She didn't want to start her day with an argument.
As Gojo left the kitchen, she muttered under her breath, "Well, at least I tried to be nice." She proceeded to clean up the breakfast mess, reminding herself that it was all part of the compromise they had to make for this peculiar arrangement.
In the afternoon of Day 3, in the apartment shared by Hanae and Gojo, the atmosphere was thick with tension. It had only been a few days since Hanae's arrival at Jujutsu High, and the strained interactions between herself and Gojo showed no sign of improvement. In fact, the subtle hostility between them seemed to be growing.
Hanae had spent the morning working on lesson plans for her upcoming classes. She was determined to excel in her new teaching role and prove to her family that she could handle this arrangement, even if she had reservations about the marriage.
Gojo, on the other hand, seemed to be deliberately testing Hanae's patience. He had taken over the living room with his own work, scattering papers, textbooks, and scrolls all over the coffee table and the floor. It was as if he was staking a claim to the space, leaving Hanae with little room to work.
As Hanae tried to find a small spot to set down her notes, she couldn't help but comment, "Do you have to spread your things all over the place like a child?"
Gojo, seemingly unfazed by her remark, glanced up from his papers with a smirk. "Well, this is my living room too, isn't it?" His tone was intentionally provocative, as if he enjoyed getting under her skin.
Hanae clenched her teeth but decided not to engage further. She moved her work to a corner of the room, struggling to concentrate with Gojo's presence so close.
Throughout the day, their interactions remained minimal. It was as if they were two strangers living in the same space, silently acknowledging each other's existence while avoiding any meaningful conversation.
As the evening approached, Gojo finally packed up his materials and headed to his room, leaving Hanae with a sense of relief. It was a small victory in their ongoing battle for space and autonomy within the apartment.
Though the tension was palpable, Hanae had no intention of giving up. She was determined to find a way to coexist with Gojo, even if it meant challenging his provocations and asserting her own presence in the apartment they now shared.
Day 4 dawned with a chill in the air, and it seemed that Gojo had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Hanae, trying to maintain some semblance of peace in their shared apartment, prepared breakfast in silence. She was engrossed in her morning routine when Gojo decided to disrupt it.
He strolled into the kitchen, looking less than thrilled. "Hanae, where's my favorite coffee mug?"
She paused, setting down her toast, and glanced at him. "I don't know, Gojo. Why don't you check the cupboard where you usually keep it?"
He narrowed his eyes at her, his tone challenging. "I did. It's not there. Did you use it?"
Hanae couldn't believe he was picking a fight over a coffee mug. She kept her cool, though, and replied, "No, I haven't touched your mug. Maybe you misplaced it."
Gojo's irritation was evident as he continued to search the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure I left it here last night. Are you sure you didn't move it?"
Her patience was running thin, and she couldn't help but respond with a touch of sarcasm. "Oh, right, Gojo. I must have hidden your precious coffee mug just to mess with you. It's not like I have better things to do."
He glared at her, clearly not in the mood for her sarcasm. "Hanae, this isn't a joke. That mug means a lot to me."
Now thoroughly annoyed, Hanae crossed her arms. "And it means absolutely nothing to me. Check the cupboards again, or maybe you'll magically find it where you left it."
In the end, Gojo found the missing coffee mug in the very cupboard he had checked earlier, and Hanae couldn't resist a smug smile as she sipped her tea.
As the late afternoon of Day 5 faded into evening, the living room of their shared apartment was bathed in a warm, subdued light, courtesy of the receding sun. Hanae, tired and slightly drained from a day spent working with her students, craved nothing more than a moment of relaxation and a chance to unwind.
Stepping into the apartment, her spirit lifted at the prospect of a soothing shower. However, the sight that awaited her in the bathroom quickly dampened her mood. There, on the shower rack, lay her expensive shampoo and conditioner in disarray, their once pristine bottles carelessly discarded, the contents dwindled.
An immediate surge of anger coursed through Hanae. It was Gojo's blatant disregard for her belongings that drove her to storm out of the bathroom. She sought him out, finding Gojo sprawled on the couch, casually leafing through a magazine.
"Gojo!" Her voice sliced through the air, trembling with a mix of fury and indignation. "Did you use my shampoo and conditioner?"
Gojo looked up, his expression one of innocence. "You mean those fancy bottles? Yeah, I did."
Hanae's disbelief was palpable. "Those were expensive, Gojo! I bought them for myself. You have your own products."
He responded with a shrug, as if the matter was inconsequential. "I ran out of mine, so I figured, why not try yours? They were just lying there."
Fighting to maintain her composure, Hanae tried to reason with him, although she knew his receptiveness to logic was questionable. "It's not acceptable to use someone else's belongings without their consent. It's called respecting personal boundaries, Gojo."
His grin widened, fully aware of the agitation he was causing. "Come on, Hanae, it's only shampoo. It won't be the end of the world."
Hanae's patience was wearing thin, and she decided to confront the root of her frustration. She reached for the magazine in Gojo's hands and forcibly shut it. "This is precisely what I'm talking about, Gojo! You act like nothing matters, like nothing has any value, including the feelings and possessions of others. You're insufferable!"
Gojo leaned back, displaying his usual nonchalance. "You really should learn to relax, Hanae. It's just shampoo. There's no need to get so worked up over it."
The argument unfolded as expected, provoking a tremor in Hanae's voice, a fusion of anger and weariness. "It's not just about the shampoo, Gojo. It’s about basic respect and consideration for others. Yet, I assume even that is an unreasonable expectation from you."
He chuckled, savoring the irritation he had elicited. "Well, considering you're so upset, I promise not to lay a finger on your fancy shampoo again. Happy now?"
Frustrated and vexed, Hanae turned and retreated back to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, she muttered under her breath, "I can't believe I'm stuck with you."
During the late night of Day 6, as Hanae was going about her business in the bathroom, she spotted a sight that sent a shiver down her spine. There, on the wall, was a large and ominous-looking insect. Its segmented body and and bristling legs gave it an otherworldly appearance. Hanae's eyes widened, and she let out a blood-curdling scream.
Startled, she dropped her face wash and dashed straight to Gojo's room. She pounded on his door urgently, her heart racing, and her voice filled with panic. "Gojo! Open the door, please!"
After a moment, the door creaked open, and Gojo, still in his casual attire, peered at Hanae with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Hanae, what's wrong? Why are you screaming?"
Hanae was panting, her face pale as she tried to convey her fear through her quivering voice. "There's a giant insect in the living room, Gojo. It’s huge and I'm terrified. Please, you have to get rid of it.”
Gojo, always the picture of nonchalance, nodded and followed her, his curiosity piqued. “Show me where it is, and I’ll take care of it.”
With shaky hands and wide eyes Hanae led Gojo back to the bathroom, pointing with a trembling finger at the menacing creature that had invaded their space. It clung to the wall, its spindly legs seeming to stretch for miles. Hanae had never seen such a daunting insect before, and her fear was genuine.
As Gojo approached the insect with a determined look on his face, he raised his foot, ready to squash it. Just as he was about to strike it, Hanae let out another scream and rushed forward to stop him. She grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with pleading desperation,"Wait, Gojo, don't kill it. It's just an innocent creature that wandered in here unknowingly."
Gojo's expression shifted from determination to a mild annoyance., his brow furrowing as he sighed and lowered his foot. "Hanae, it's just an insect. But if you don't want me to kill it, I'll throw it out.”
With a smirk that didn't bode well for Hanae's nerves, Gojo reached down and picked up the insect with his bare hand. Hanae's eyes widened in horror as she stepped back, horrified by the audacity of his actions.
Gojo then approached her with the insect, wiggling it slightly in his hand. "Look, Hanae, it's not so scary. It's just a little bug."
Hanae let out another scream and retreated, her face a mixture of fear and exasperation. "Gojo, please, just get rid of it!”
With a playful glint in his eye, Gojo chuckled and moved towards the window, cradling the insect gently. He opened it and, with a flick of his hand, sent the insect sailing out into the open air.
Hanae watched with a mixture of relief and annoyance as Gojo closed the window. She couldn't help but shake her head at his antics, her heart still pounding from the encounter. Living with Gojo was proving to be more challenging than she had anticipated, but it was moments like these that left her both frustrated and oddly entertained.
Day 7 began much like the previous ones since Hanae's arrival at Jujutsu High. Her mornings typically revolved around preparing breakfast for both herself and Gojo. Afterward, they would part ways, each focusing on their own responsibilities and obligations. Adapting to the presence of another person in their living space had been a significant adjustment, and the initial days were marked by tension and discomfort. However, over time, the atmosphere in their shared apartment had evolved from a hostile environment to something less confrontational. While they were far from being friends, there were moments when Gojo's knack for playfully getting on Hanae's nerves resulted in a reluctant laugh from her (though always in private).
At the end of an especially long day, which involved a thorough apartment cleaning, Hanae sought refuge in her room. Seated at her desk, she flipped through the pages of a romance novel. The fictional world provided a brief escape from the real-life challenges that dominated her daily routine. Yet, her tranquil interlude was interrupted when an unwelcome visitor made an unexpected appearance.
Gojo materialized in her doorway, his customary air of nonchalance barely concealing the mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's caught your full attention, Hanae? A steamy romance novel, perhaps?"
Hanae's irritation flared, leading her to close the book and place it on her desk. Her gaze locked onto Gojo, and she couldn't help but express her frustration. "Gojo, can't you just knock or announce yourself? Some privacy would be greatly appreciated."
He casually entered her room, acting as if the concept of personal space held no meaning to him, and leaned against the doorframe. "Privacy? Come on, Hanae, we're practically married."
The way he addressed the situation, with a lack of consideration for her feelings, irked her deeply. "We're married in name only, Gojo. Don't forget that."
His smirk remained in place, clearly taking pleasure in her discomfiture. “But we do shared a bed, you know. It's almost like a real marriage."
Hanae felt her cheeks flush, and she corrected him firmly. "We don't share a bed, you imbecile! You're literally standing in my bedroom. Just because we live in the same apartment doesn't mean you have free rein to access my room. Can't you show a little consideration?"
With a raised eyebrow and an indifferent tone, he responded, "Consideration? You're making a big deal out of nothing, Hanae. We're both adults."
Determined to stand her ground, Hanae shot back, "Fine. I'll start barging into your room without knocking. Hope you don't mind."
Gojo smirked at her, a playful glint in his sapphire eyes. "I don't mind at all. You're welcome anytime."
Taking a deep breath, Hanae felt a headache starting to form. She was battling not only Gojo's lack of regard for personal space but also her exasperation at feeling the need to make a point. "Gojo, all I'm asking for is the basic courtesy of knocking before entering my room. We see each other constantly; I'd appreciate having some semblance of privacy in my own space."
With an exasperated sigh, Gojo displayed a rare hint of understanding. "Alright, I'll do my best, okay?"
Hanae nodded, grateful for this small concession. "Thank you. It's all I'm asking for."
As he turned to depart, Gojo couldn't resist a final teasing jab. "Maybe you should read that steamy romance novel to relieve some stress. It might do you some good."
Hanae rolled her eyes, watching him leave her room. The smile that tugged at her lips was more challenging to suppress than she had anticipated.
a/n: I hope you enjoyed the little time skips so that you could get a brief glimpse of what it's like to live with Gojo.
Gojo and Hanae are gradually developing a friendlier relationship. Perhaps in the next chapter we'll see more of this new side, or will things just go back to how they were??
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Yuki returns to Jujutsu Tech to assist with a complex cursed case. Her encounters with Gojo, her former friend and source of past heartbreak, stir up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
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Warnings: None. It does get a bit angsty at the end, but not really.
a/n: Welcome to Part 2 of the 'No Strings Attached' series. We've jumped ten years ahead from the last part. While it might seem a bit confusing, rest assured, all will become clear as you delve deeper into the story. Trust the process 😉. Happy reading!"
2023
Yuki was hit with waves of nostalgia as she walked the grounds of Jujutsu Tech. It had been ten years since she last set foot in this place, and not much had changed. She hummed to herself as she strolled down the familiar corridors toward the dorms, where she would temporarily be staying.
A few days ago, Yuki had received an urgent phone call from Yaga, practically begging her to come to Tokyo for a cursed job. He had described the case as unlike anything he'd ever seen, and they needed all the help they could get, especially from special-grade sorcerers like herself. She had agreed to help but could only make it after wrapping up her current job in Kyoto.
She had just finished a meeting with Yaga, discussing the details of this extraordinary case. According to him, Geto was responsible for the massive mess they were dealing with. Her heart ached at the thought of someone she once knew turning to such evil ways, and she couldn't help but wonder what Gojo was going through.
Gojo. A name she hadn't given much thought to in the past ten years. After leaving Tokyo abruptly, she had never looked back, erasing Gojo and everyone else she left behind from her memory.
As she exited the building, her attention was briefly caught by a group of friends walking toward her. However, it was the tall and quiet boy among them who truly captured her focus.
Megumi was walking in the midst of his friends, seemingly lost in his own world. He looked exactly as she remembered him, except he was now practically an adult.
"Megumi," she said in disbelief, stopping and staring at the boy who walked past her without notice.
Hearing his name, Megumi paused and looked at her. At first, there was no recognition in his eyes, but Yuki knew the moment when he finally recognized her.
"Yuki?" Megumi whispered, taking a hesitant step toward her.
Yuki examined the grown-up Megumi and laughed in disbelief at the man he had become. "Wow," she said, covering her mouth. "You've grown up to be quite handsome."
Without thinking, she closed the distance between them and pulled Megumi into a tight embrace, which he hardly returned. Megumi, who had only reached her waist ten years ago, now towered over her in height.
She pulled away and placed a loving hand on his cheek, examining his features. He was truly handsome. "Gumi, look at you. You're all grown up now."
A light pink blush tinged Megumi's cheeks at her attention. "What are you doing here?"
"Yaga called me in to help with a job. I won't be here for long," Yuki admitted, noticing a slight deflation in his posture. "But while I'm here, I'd like to take you out for lunch one day."
"I'd really like that," Megumi nodded, giving her a rare smile.
"What's going on here?" A very familiar voice teased. It was a voice Yuki knew she'd have to face, but she had hoped it wouldn't be so soon after her arrival.
Yuki turned to see the white-haired man standing behind her and smiled hesitantly at him. "Gojo."
The smile vanished from Gojo's face, replaced by a look of utter shock and disbelief.
Gojo still looked exactly as she remembered him—tall, handsome, and cocky. The only change was that his sunglasses were replaced with a black blindfold over his eyes.
"Hello," Yuki offered, feeling unsure about how Gojo would react to her unexpected reappearance. "It's nice to see you again, Gojo."
Gojo visibly gulped before he cleared his throat. He offered Yuki a smile that seemed too tense to be real or genuine. "Yuki, what brings you back to Jujutsu Tech?"
"Yaga called me in for some help."
He nodded, avoiding eye contact. "I see."
"Excuse me, but are we missing something here?" An unknown boy with pink hair asked, raising his hands as if asking a question in class.
"Oh," Megumi mumbled. "This is Yuki. She used to be a student here. She's an… old friend of Gojo's."
"Yuki, let me introduce you to everyone. This is Yuji, Nobara, Maki, Panda, and Toge."
Yuki smiled sweetly at each student as they were introduced. "It's nice to meet all of you. It's an honor to meet friends of Megumi."
"Aren't you a little young to be friends with Gojo?" Nobara asked, tilting her head and eyeing Yuki up and down.
"I'm not as young as I appear," Yuki began, feeling somewhat flattered that they thought she was much younger than Gojo. "But Gojo is a few years older than me."
"And you two are friends?" Panda asked, pointing between Yuki and Gojo.
Yuki could tell that the rest of the group was suspicious about their relationship because the two of them were definitely not acting like friends, but more like strangers.
"Yes, we're friends," Yuki confirmed, trying to sound confident. However, her statement lacked something, and Nobara snorted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"They're 100% exes," she smirked. "I know this kind of body language anywhere. Saw it all the time."
"What nonsense!" Gojo nervously laughed and swatted the air as if trying to dismiss Nobara's words. “We never dated.”
"Then if you didn't date, you were probably doing some other things," Nobara playfully raised her eyebrows with a cheeky smile.
Yuki was too dumbstruck to say anything. Was it normal for students to have such a casual conversation with their teacher, especially about their personal lives? She didn't remember having this kind of relationship with her own teacher, but perhaps these students acted this way because Gojo was their teacher. He was too nonchalant and chill to be a typical authority figure.
"Bingo," Panda laughed. "Look at their faces!"
"Don't all of you have someplace to be?" Gojo asked, attempting to change the subject and get them to leave him alone with Yuki.
"Let's go," Megumi mumbled, already walking away before anyone could protest. He paused and turned to look back at Yuki. "I'll see you around?"
Yuki nodded, "Yes. We'll have lunch like I promised."
Megumi nodded once more before continuing his walk. His group of friends followed closely behind, waving at Yuki and shouting that it was nice meeting her.
"They're a nice group," Yuki mused, still watching the friends walking into the distance. "I'm glad that Megumi has finally found a group he fits in with."
"They can be a bit of a pain in the ass sometimes," Gojo said, smiling at Yuki.
"Well, now you know what Yaga must've felt like when he was your teacher, but multiply it by 100," Yuki teased.
"I wasn't that bad," Gojo shook his head. "Besides, it was never just me. The rest were bad influences."
"Where are the rest of your friends? Are they teaching too?"
"Nanami works here, and Utahime is in Kyoto, but Shoko works in the school morgue and also serves as the school healer."
"Wow. Nanami as a teacher? I'd love to see that," Yuki mused, trying to picture the usually stiff and stoic Nanami teaching a group of young teenagers in a place he never wanted to be.
"It's a long story," Gojo shrugged. "Where are you staying?"
"Yaga said I could sleep in one of the dorms while I'm here. There are plenty of empty ones, so I'll have my pick."
"You can stay with me if you want."
Yuki raised an eyebrow at Gojo, but from his expression, she could tell that Gojo had blurted out the offer without much thought.
Yuki chuckled but politely declined. "I think the dorms will be fine. I need to be close to the Tech in case Yaga needs me for something."
Deciding that she had spent enough time chatting with Gojo, Yuki smiled at him one more time.
"It was nice seeing you again, Gojo. I'll probably be seeing you around."
She nodded in farewell before turning and heading on her way.
"We should catch up whenever you're free!" Gojo called out from behind her, but instead of responding, she just continued walking and raised her hand in acknowledgment.
If Gojo thought it would be that easy to be friends again, well, he had another thing coming. All couldn't be forgiven after what had happened between them ten years ago. She would never forget how much he had hurt her on that last day she saw him before leaving.
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Yuki had settled into one of the empty dorm rooms, unpacking her belongings while glancing at the old photos she had brought with her. Memories flooded back as she looked at pictures of her younger self with Gojo and Megumi. She couldn't deny that a part of her missed those times, even though they ended on a bitter note.
As she sorted through her things, there was a soft knock on the door. Yuki opened it to find Gojo standing there, a casual yet somewhat nervous expression on his face.
Yuki felt herself internally sighing. Seeing Gojo earlier was her daily limit of being in his presence. Too much of Gojo was just going to put her in a cranky mood, which she was really trying to avoid. She was also trying to avoid the confrontation she knew was going to happen.
"Hey," he greeted, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile. "I thought I'd drop by and see if you're settling in okay."
Yuki nodded, surprised by his visit but not entirely unwelcoming. "Yeah, everything's fine. Thanks for asking."
They stood there for a moment, an awkward silence hanging in the air. It was clear that Gojo had a lot he wanted to say but was unsure how to begin.
Gojo cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Look, Yuki, about earlier... I know it was a bit of a surprise. I didn't expect to see you again, and I'm sure you didn't expect to see me either."
Yuki folded her arms, her gaze steady but guarded. “When I got the call from Yaga I knew I would inevitably bump into you, Gojo.”
He nodded, understanding the unspoken tension between them. "I just want you to know that I'm not the same person I was back then. I've changed, Yuki."
Yuki met his gaze, her expression hardening. "Have you really?"
Gojo sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I know I messed up, and I'm not expecting you to forgive me just like that. But if you're willing to give it a chance, I'd like to try and make things right, even if it's just as friends."
Yuki's eyes narrowed, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think you can waltz back into my life after what you did? You destroyed everything.”
He winced, pain flashing across his face. "I know, Yuki. I can't change the past, but I want to try and make amends. I've spent years regretting what I said and how I acted that day.”
Yuki shook her head, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You don't get it, Gojo. You hurt me in ways you can't even imagine. I can't just forget that and be friends with you."
Gojo swallowed hard, the weight of his past mistakes heavy on his shoulders. "I understand, Yuki. If you ever change your mind, know that I'll be here."
With that, Gojo turned and walked away, leaving Yuki alone in her dorm room with a heart heavy with unresolved pain and anger. They had both changed, but some wounds ran too deep to be healed by a simple apology.
a/n: I hope you found this chapter enjoyable! Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. Also, what do you think happened between Yuki and Gojo? Why did Yuki leave Tokyo? You'll find out soon!
What starts as a clandestine arrangement between Yuki and Gojo quickly turns into a rollercoaster of emotions, with unexpected twists and turns. As they navigate the complexities of their connection, they'll discover that love doesn't always play by the rules.
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
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a/n: This was originally intended to be a simple Gojo one-shot, but it kept on getting longer and longer. So, I decided to turn it into a short series. I'd also like to mention that some things don't exactly align with the jjk plot, but they have been adjusted for creative purposes to enhance the story's flow and coherence. I hope you enjoy it regardless. The next part is coming soon. Happy reading!
2013
Yuki spotted Satoru the moment he entered the room where the party in honor of Kento Nanami's birthday was being held. Nanami wasn't the type to celebrate his birthday, let alone join any celebration or party. So, it was safe to say that Nanami wasn't too enthusiastic when his group of friends decided to throw him a birthday party. He looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here—a room full of teenagers dancing, drinking, and making out in Gojo's massive apartment.
Satoru Gojo looked incredible. His messy white hair was styled as usual, he sported his signature round sunglasses (despite it being nighttime), and he rocked a tight-fitted black t-shirt with matching skinny black jeans. Saying that Satoru looked good was an understatement.
Yuki watched as he greeted people, making his way through the crowd of party-goers. He shook hands, accepted hugs, and gave fist-bumps to people he probably didn't even know, but who definitely knew him. He was the quintessential popular guy straight out of a book—handsome, rich, confident, cocky, and undeniably self-absorbed. Things that Yuki had initially despised about him but had come to accept.
Satoru moved towards his group of friends, consisting of Geto, Shoko, and Nanami. They were all sitting at the bar located right next to Satoru's kitchen (what teenager had a bar in their apartment? They were all just under the age limit to drink), engaged in their own conversation. When Satoru arrived, he immediately got pulled into a chair and included in whatever discussion they were having.
"He's hot, isn't he?" A feminine voice remarked from beside Yuki on the couch she was relaxing on.
She turned to see an unfamiliar face, a girl she hadn't seen at Jujutsu High or at any of the parties she attended. She must've been new to the school or the area.
Seeing the confusion on Yuki's face, the girl extended her hand for a shake and introduced herself. "I'm Iori Utahime. I recently moved to the area from Kyoto."
Yuki nodded and shook Utahime's hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Yuki," she said before sipping her beverage. "Do you attend Jujutsu High? I've never seen you before."
"No," Utahime shook her head. "I graduated from high school two years ago, but I'm attending Jujutsu Tech to become a Grade One sorcerer."
"Wow, you really don't look your age. You fit right in with us high schoolers."
"Thanks," Utahime smiled. "What year are you?"
"I'm a second-year semi-Grade 1."
"How did you get invited to the party? Do you know Nanami or something?" Yuki asked curiously. She had never seen or heard of Utahime, and if she were part of Satoru's group, she would've definitely heard about it already.
"No, I got invited by my dorm mate who's around here somewhere," she said, waving around the room vaguely. "We met Shoko, that girl over there," she pointed towards Shoko who was laughing at whatever Geto had just said, "outside the Tech while we were having a smoke break. She got us invited to the party."
"The guy you've been staring at, he's pretty hot," Utahime shrugged casually, nodding towards Satoru and his group.
"Gojo?" Yuki asked, feeling herself slightly flush at the thought of getting caught watching Satoru. She cleared her throat, "Uh, yeah, he is, but he's totally out of my league."
Utahime gave Yuki a once-over, analyzing her features and clothing. "I think you're pretty. You should go up to speak to him."
"What? Are you crazy?" Yuki laughed, shaking her head at Utahime's audacious idea. "I was only staring because he's hot. I don't like him like that or anything."
"Well, then, if you won't take him, I will," Utahime stood up from the couch and straightened out her tiny skirt. "Are you coming?"
Yuki nearly choked on her drink. "Over there? To Gojo?"
Utahime rolled her eyes at Yuki's incredulity. "Yeah, obviously," she pointed over her shoulder, "I'm going to go over to Shoko. I'm sure she'll introduce me to all her friends, including Gojo. I'll make my move then."
"I get that. I just don't understand why you want me to tag along."
"We'll get you introduced to him so that he at least knows you exist. Besides, you'll get to stare at him up close too."
Yuki set her empty cup on the coffee table and hesitantly stood up to follow Utahime as she made her way towards Satoru and his friends. She looked down at her little black dress and made sure to brush out any wrinkles it got from sitting on the couch for so long.
"Utahime!" Shoko exclaimed when she saw the two of them approaching. "You came!"
Utahime smiled at Shoko, "Yeah, Chichi came too, but I somehow lost her in this house."
"Everyone, let me introduce you all to my new friend, Utahime. She just moved here from Kyoto," Shoko said. Everyone introduced themselves, either waving or shaking Utahime's hand.
"Oh," Utahime said, realizing that Yuki was still there, practically hiding behind her. "This is Yuki. She attends school with all of you."
Yuki shyly waved at the group, who were already looking at her with tiny smirks, almost as if they knew a secret that nobody else knew. And they did.
"Yes, Yuki," Geto mused, smirk still on his lips. "I know you from somewhere, but I just can't put my finger on it."
Yuki felt her entire face flush in embarrassment, knowing what he was getting at.
"You're right," Satoru chuckled, staring at Yuki with those bright blue eyes hiding behind his glasses. "I feel like we've met before. Do I know you from somewhere?"
Yuki felt her eye twitch in annoyance. She had a sarcastic response on the tip of her tongue but decided against saying anything. "No. You're probably confusing me for someone else."
"Probably," Gojo agreed, but he still had that smirk on his face.
"It was nice meeting you all, but I gotta go," Yuki said, already backing away from the group, who watched her in amusement. Utahime watched on in confusion, probably not understanding what was going on between all of them.
Before anyone could say anything, Yuki bolted out of there and made her way straight out the front door of the apartment. Feeling as if she needed a breather, Yuki made her way up the tiny staircase hidden further down the hallway outside of Satoru's apartment. She followed the stairs that took her up to the empty rooftop of the fancy apartment complex.
There was a beautiful garden and barbecue area up there, but she walked right past that and instead made her way to the edge of the rooftop where she leaned against the railing to look out at the twinkling city lights below.
"I don't think I've ever seen you run that fast.”
Yuki screamed at the sudden appearance of a deep voice directly behind her. With a hand on her heart, she quickly turned around to face the culprit, who was laughing at her wide eyes.
Yuki punched Satoru's arm for scaring her. She hated it when he sneaked up on her, and he knew that well. He was always trying to get on her last nerve.
"You're such an asshole, Gojo," Yuki said, shaking her head and then turning back around to look at the view again.
Strong arms wrapped around Yuki's body, and Satoru pressed tightly against her back. She could still feel him laughing at her jump-scare earlier.
"I'm sorry," he said, sobering up, though not sounding apologetic at all.
"How did you know I'd come up here?" Yuki asked, tilting her head to get a better look at Satoru.
"When I saw you bolt out of the apartment, I knew you'd come up here."
Yuki groaned at the reminder of her hasty exit but turned around in Satoru's arms and glared at him a moment later.
"You and your big mouth," she said, poking him on the chest with her finger. "You just had to tell your friends that we were hooking up, didn't you."
"You don't think they would've found it suspicious that I kept turning down girls and going home alone all the time? I was saving us from having them on our backs all the time, and trust me, they would've found us in some kind of compromising position eventually."
With that, Gojo leaned down and smashed his lips to Yuki's, pulling her body tighter against him in response. Yuki couldn’t help but moan into the kiss. No boy had ever kissed her as good as Gojo did.
Yuki felt Gojo’s hand trailing up her thigh and going under her black dress, but before he could get any further, a tiny yet familiar voice broke them apart.
"Are you both seriously doing this up here?"
"Jeez, kid," Gojo groaned when he saw Megumi sitting cross-legged on the ground in the garden area. Yuki hastily pushed Gojo away from her, not wanting Megumi to see more than he had already witnessed.
Yuki heard Gojo groan and swear under his breath, knowing that he probably wasn't going to get any alone time soon. Yuki smiled at Megumi as she approached his tiny figure sitting criss-cross-apple sauce on the ground.
"What are you doing up here, Gumi?" Yuki asked, holding out her hand for him to take. After staring at it in contemplation for a few seconds, he took it and pulled himself up.
"Gojo said that I should stay in my room during the party, but the music was too loud and distracting, so I came up here for some peace and quiet," Megumi explained, tightening his gown around his tiny Batman pajamas.
"You know not to come up here alone, Megumi," Gojo scolded the young boy. "Especially at this time of night."
"I tried sleeping, but all those people were too noisy!"
"C'mon," Gojo said, moving to pick Megumi up. "You're going back to your room."
Megumi whined but surprisingly didn't argue. "Can I at least get some cake before I go to bed?"
"There's no cake at the party."
"What kind of party is this?" Megumi asked, looking at both Yuki and Gojo with wide eyes.
Yuki couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "How about we go for a milkshake at Diddi's?" Yuki suggested. Diddi's American-style diner was open all night on weekends and was a favorite place for the three of them to hang out.
"Yes, yes, yes, please!" Megumi exclaimed in excitement. "Please, Gojo, please! Let's go to Diddi's, and after that, I promise I'll go straight to my room."
Gojo sighed but agreed anyway. He had trouble saying no to Megumi sometimes.
"Fine. Let's go."
a/n: The interactions between Gojo and Megumi are absolutely adorable and were one of the main reasons why I decided to extend this fic. You can look forward to more heartwarming Gojo and Megumi interactions in the future 😉
I'd also like to mention that the posting of this series won't strictly follow its timeline. I thought it would be more interesting to include time-skips in each part. See you soon!!
No Strings Attached: What starts as a clandestine arrangement between Yuki and Gojo quickly turns into a rollercoaster of emotions, with unexpected twists and turns. As they navigate the complexities of their connection, they'll discover that love doesn't always play by the rules.
Part 1, Part 2
Moonlit Destiny: A Sorcerer's Arrangement: In the world of sorcery and ancient clans, two souls are thrust into an unyielding destiny that neither of them desires. Hanae Tsukiyama, a skilled sorceress with the unique ability to harness the power of the moon, is determined to protect her family's legacy. But when a prophecy dictates that she must marry the enigmatic Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with a reputation as fierce as his powers, her world is turned upside down. Satoru Gojo, a free spirit and renowned sorcerer, has always walked his own path. Forced into an arranged marriage by tradition and prophecy, he finds himself bound to a woman he barely knows and a destiny he never wanted.
Caught in a web of secrets and desire, Jungkook, a high-profile executive, gets entangled with a professional dater.
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a/n: This is my first ever fic on tumblr so I hope you like it. I plan on this being a series, so please let me know what ya'll think. P.s. This fic was inspired by a K-drama I watched a while ago, but can't remember the name of 😗. Happy reading!
You leisurely stretch your body out as you sit up in your bed. You can barely keep your eyes open, but you know that you don't have time to snooze a few extra moments. As if reading your mind, Jimin gives your bedroom door three rapid knocks and opens it, only sticking his head inside.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead. You gotta get up now if you don't want to be late."
"I'm up, I'm up," you groan out, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and throwing your blanket off of you.
"Good. I'm making breakfast, so hurry up," he smiles at you one more time before closing the door behind him.
You quickly get up and make your way to your ensuite bathroom to clean yourself up. There's no way you could possibly carry on with your day without splashing yourself awake with some cold water.
It doesn't take you too long to get ready and dressed, especially since you already picked out your clothes for the day. So in no time, you're walking out of your room, dressed and ready to tackle the day.
"Good morning," you greet cheerfully as you take your designated seat at the table.
"Good morning, beautiful," Jimin says, beaming at you from the kitchen counter. "I made you some scrambled eggs and toast. Is that alright?" He brings over your plate of breakfast and places it in front of you.
"Anything that you make is better than alright, Jimin. Thank you for breakfast," you smile up at him and pick up your fork to dig in. Just then, Jimin's bedroom door swings open, and a shirtless European-looking guy comes walking out. Both of you eye each other unsurely as he makes his way over to the table, where he takes a seat opposite you.
You smile at the stranger, albeit a bit fakely.
"Who's this?" You ask Jimin in Korean, your eyes never leaving the stranger's.
Jimin places a plate of breakfast in front of the man and places one at his seat too.
"I met him last night. Sorry. He'll leave after he eats," he says a bit sheepishly to you as he sits down.
"Hello," you say in English, smiling at the stranger. "Please, eat up." You point to the food before him.
"Thanks," he says, nodding once at you before turning his attention to Jimin. "Is this your girlfriend you were talking about?"
Jimin nearly chokes on the food he's chewing but nods, "My ex-girlfriend."
The guy hums and starts eating his own food.
You briefly make eye contact with Jimin, glaring slightly at him for catching you so off-guard. He knew the rules. No house guests unless the other has been notified about it.
You scoop up the last of your egg with your fork and place it in your mouth. "Thank you for breakfast, Jiminie." You pick up your plate and utensils and carry them to the dishwasher.
"You're not going to drink the smoothie I made you?" Jimin calls out. So that's why he went out of his way to make breakfast this morning, to soften you up about the uninvited guest.
"I'll have it to-go, otherwise I'll be late." You pick up the glass of strawberry and banana smoothie and carefully pour it into one of your reusable travel cups.
"You're not working today?" You ask Jimin as you make your way back into the living room.
"I am. Gotta leave in the next half-hour."
"Alright, I'll see you later then. Text me what I should get for dinner." You grab your handbag from the couch on your way to the front door.
"It was nice meeting you." You nod to the still unnamed guest. He nods and gives you a half-hearted wave.
"Enjoy work today, and tell Gyusung and Yoongi I say Hi." Jimin walks up to you and wraps a scarf, that he honestly pulled out of nowhere, around your neck to protect you from the cold weather outside.
He smiles at you, eyes turning into crescents and crinkling at the sides. "Stay warm and safe."
He places your car keys in your hand and pecks you on the forehead.
"Thanks. Hope you have a good day too," you lean up and peck his cheek.
"And tell Greg to go fuck himself if he asks you to do his work again."
"Are you sure you guys broke up?" Mr. No Name calls out as he eyes the two of you.
You ignore him and give Jimin one more peck on the cheek. "Don't forget to text me about dinner." He nods and opens the front door for you.
"Bye." You call out one more time as you make your way down the stairs of your apartment building.
The freezing cold air immediately hits you in the face as soon as you step out of the building. It would most likely start snowing in the next few days if the decreasing weather is anything to go by. You rush over to your car, working quickly to unlock it so that you can get inside quickly.
"It's so freaking cold today," you mumble to yourself, starting your car up and getting out of the parking. It's a good thing Jimin gave you this scarf, or else you would've probably been even colder than what you currently are. The air conditioning in your car stopped working a few months ago, and you barely have any time (or money) to get it fixed.
The drive to work (aka Yoongi's house) is a quick one, maybe about 10 minutes now that traffic has slightly died down. You pull in the parking spot next to Yoongi's old ass car that he's had since he got his driver's license. At least when you look at his car, you don't feel so bad about your own old car. You get out of your car and make sure to lock it before making your way up the stairs to Yoongi's house.
You ring the doorbell twice, as you do every time as a warning, and unlock the door with your key. "Yoongi," you call out, pushing the door closed behind you.
"In the office!" you hear him call out. You take off your shoes and swap them for your pair of house slippers, taking off your coat and scarf and hanging them on the rack at the door.
"Morning," you greet as you walk into the designated office. Yoongi is sitting in front of his computer, seemingly going through work emails whilst sipping from his coffee mug. That reminds you. Shit. You forgot your smoothie at home. Hopefully, Jimin will see it and put it in the fridge.
"Hey," he mumbles into his cup, his eyes never leaving the screen.
You sit in your own office chair and start up your computer.
"Anything new on your side?" You ask as you log into your account.
Yoongi hums, "I'm meeting some girl later. She's looking for a wedding date.”
"Nice. Those ones are the best. Free food," you open up your email and go through it to see if you have any new job requests.
Bingo. An email from Lee Kyle requesting a consultation for an upcoming event that he urgently needs a date for.
"Free booze," Yoongi mumbles more to himself than in response to you.
"That's not always the case. Lately, a lot of people have been having those buy-your-own-drinks bars," you tell him, clicking on Mr. Lee's email to respond.
"Those are the cheap ones. Those weddings usually suck."
You laugh, "True… not that I drink though."
You quickly type up an email about meeting up with Mr. Kyle, giving him dates and times to choose that are both suitable for you and him, as well as a location.
"You have a job today?" Yoongi asks you, rotating his chair around to look at you.
You send the email and look at him, "Yep. Meeting Gyusung in a bit about an event he wants me to attend with him."
Yoongi hums, lifting his mug up to his mouth to sip from it.
"No freebies. I don't care if he's a high school friend," Yoongi tells you sternly, giving you the same lecture he always does every time you meet up with Gyusung.
"Yesss, I know and so does he. This is my job."
"Good, just making sure," he turns his chair back around to face his computer. "We need to make as much as we can this month if we want to be able to retire debt-free. I'm thinking about upping our prices."
"Increasing the price again? Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"We're literally facing inflation right now. All costs have gone up, and we have things to buy to keep running this business… Suits, dresses, wigs, training, all those things are not cheap… and don't forget about our own earnings that we have to get out of it,” Yoongi lectured. "You have debt to square up, and so do I," He say and sighs.
"I know, I understand. But there's no rush in our retirement. If we can't square everything up right now, we'll just continue working until we can."
"But we agreed that this would be our last month," Yoongi runs his hand over his face and leans back tiredly. "I want to start focusing on making music. I don't want to do this for the rest of my life."
"And you will get to work on your music," you reassure him, getting up and comfortingly rubbing his arm. "Just don't stress yourself out, alright? We'll take it as it comes."
Yoongi sighs but nods at your words. He turns in his chair when he hears your footsteps leaving the office. "Where are you going?"
"To meet a possible client. His name is Lee Kyle. He wants to meet today."
"Alright, I'll see you later, I guess."
"Yeah, I'm meeting Gyusung straight after the meeting, so I'll only be back around 3."
"Ok, cool."
You exit the room and make your way to the room that you and Yoongi changed into the designated closet and dress-up room. Inside is clothing that you both purchased for different occasions and clients.
There was clothes, jewellery, handbags, makeup, ties, suits, shoes, and wigs for any and every occasion. Brands like Prada, Chanel, Gucci, even sportier attires for the few clients who request either of you to play certain sports such as golf or tennis. You and Yoongi worked hard to fill up this room over the years, and it was the most important part of the job to fit into whatever role you had to play.
You browse through your section of the wardrobe, looking for appropriate clothes to meet your potential client. Your hands stop on the Toby Cable button one-piece dress hanging in the closet. You pull out the black mid-thigh dress and inspect it. It's a little bit short for the weather, but if you wear a pair of stockings underneath, it won't be as bad. You could also pair it with a nice black coat.
You start undressing and changing into your new outfit, looking at yourself in the mirror to decide your hairstyle and makeup. You decide on a blush pink lip with minimal makeup and a half-pinned hairstyle.
Since the buttons on the dress are gold, you choose a pair of simple gold Cocobell earrings and your chain-strap Chanel purse. Once you're happy with the look, you pull out the Emily stiletto heels you'll be wearing and make your way out of the closet room.
"Yoongi," you call out as you make your way to the front of the house, "I'm leaving!"
You faintly hear him call out, "Be careful," from the office.
You slip on your heels and coat before you exit the house, double-checking that you have your phone in your bag. The Uber that you ordered is idling in the driveway, so you quickly rush to the car, doing a quick check that it matches the registration on your phone.
"Hi," you greet as you settle in the back seat.
"Hello, are you Y/N?” The male driver asks, reading off of his own phone.
"Yes, I am," you say, smiling at him even though he's not looking at you.
"Your destination is Hotel One and Only?" He double-checks with you.
"Yes."
"Okay, great. Let's get going then." He says, putting the car in drive and pulling out of the driveway.
When meeting clients, old or new, it's always best to never drive your own vehicle. Either take a bus or order an Uber. The less the client knows about your personal life, the better.
The hotel that you're meeting Mr. Lee at is a regular meet-up spot that you organize for all clients. You reserve a table in their tea garden, a place that's neither too quiet nor too busy, to discuss the kind of job the client has in mind and the contract period.
The drive to the hotel is filled with soft music playing in the background. The driver, Mr. Kwon, is a decent man in his middle age trying to make a living for himself as a single parent for his five-year-old son. The entire drive is filled with mindless chatter between the two of you about your lives and even about international topics. By the time you arrive at your destination, you're actually a bit sad to leave.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Kwon. I really enjoyed our conversation," you say, slowly sliding out of the car.
"Are you going to need another ride back home?" The kind, older man asks you. "If you do, you can just privately contact me, and I would gladly take you back. I'll be in the area for a while."
"Okay, cool. I need to be dropped at a place not too far from here. You do have my number from the app, right?"
"I do. I'll send you a text so that you can save my number."
"Thank you. I'll give you a call later." You wave, closing the car door and hurrying inside the hotel.
Knowing your way around this hotel, you make your way to the entrance of the tea garden down the front passage. As soon as you enter, the hostess immediately greets you.
"Good morning, ma'am. Are you here for a reservation?"
You nod, "Yes, reservation under Y/N.”
She gives her list a quick look and nods, ticking next to your name. "You're expecting another guest, correct?" She checks with you as she picks up two menus.
"Yes. He should be arriving shortly."
You follow the hostess through the restaurant as the two of you walk right to the back where the glass greenhouse is located.
"Is this table to your satisfaction?" She asks, pointing toward a medium-sized table placed at the back of the greenhouse, hidden from prying eyes.
"Perfect." You tell, smiling at her as you take a seat. She nods, placing the menu before you and the seat opposite.
"I'll send a waiter to collect your orders after your guest arrives. In the meantime, would you like anything to drink?"
"Just a bottle of water will be fine."
"No problem." She turns and makes her way back out of the glass structure.
You check the time on your watch. Five minutes until your meeting is supposed to start. You hope your client isn't late.
Out of boredom, you start paging through the menu, which you probably have memorized by the number of times you come here. Maybe you should order some lunch for you and Yoongi? You're pretty sure that he doesn't have anything to eat at his house.
So caught up in deciding what to eat for lunch, you completely miss the person hovering over your table until a throat clears. Your head shoots up to the culprit. And damn, wasn't he beautiful.
You clear your throat and stand up from your seat. "Mr. Lee?" The man nods and points to your seat, allowing you to sit back down.
"…Is my assistant," says the man, taking his seat opposite you. You furrow your eyebrows at his words. His assistant? Then why was he here?
"Then where is Mr. Lee? Why am I meeting with you instead?"
"I made Mr. Lee make an appointment with you in his name in case this turned out to be some scam. Hope you don't mind my skepticism." He leans back into his seat and eyes you. There was something about the way that he was watching you and his body language in whole that let you know that he was the one in charge here. This guy was clearly someone important. He oozed richness and fame.
"Alright, so then what do I call you?" You tilt your head, eyeing his expensive suit and wristwatch. You spot tiny little tattoos on his right hand and fingers, but the distance between you two is too far apart to make them out clearly.
"Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He says, smiling cockily at you.
a/n: Thanks for sticking around. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'll hopefully have the next part up soon. If you have any suggestions, please leave a comment!
Hey there! 🌟 This is my first time opening an account dedicated to writing. I'm a college student who's passionate about a variety of things, including binge-watching Jujutsu Kaisen, Criminal Minds, and a few other awesome shows. I'm also a huge Kpop enthusiast, with BTS's Jungkook as my favorite member.
I'm excited to start this writing journey, and I'm open to taking requests (especially for Gojo, Spencer Reid, and Jungkook, but feel free to suggest more).
Feel free to drop me a message or request anything you'd like to see.
