"Gojo’s ex gf coming back to tokyo tech after several years and him teasing the shit out of her because they both know they will be back together again but it’s his little revenge to drag it out" - REQUESTED BY: @nyahctrl !!
❦ i went too far with this one/j
"Heyyyyy, long time no see, (Y/n/n)!"
There he is. Satoru Gojo. With that same old sly grin on his lips. For a moment, it's like you're transported back to your second and third years with him, sharing sneaky kisses and staying up into the dim hours of the morning talking and simply existing together.
You let out a huff, turning to your ex-boyfriend as you feign annoyance, your lips pressed together. "I see you haven't changed a bit, Satoru."
He tilts his head as he steps closer, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he bends down just a bit due to his outrageously tall height. "Missed me?"
"Oh, yeah." You roll your eyes, fighting the urge to smile. "I missed you something awful. I've spent every night for the past few years tossing and turning, wondering when I'd get to see that arrogance of yours again."
"Well, aren't you lucky?" His grin widens. "The wait is finally over! Tell me, am I as handsome as you remember?"
"I can't tell, half your face is covered by a silly blindfold."
He scoffs, straightening up as he raises his hands in surrender. "Yikes! You're a lot crankier than I remember." His grin is quick to return. "But even more beautiful~"
You try to ignore the flush that paints your cheeks and hope he doesn't notice.
He does.
"And you're more annoying than I remember," you retort weakly. You told yourself you wouldn't let your heart flutter in your chest when you saw him again; you promised yourself you wouldn't fall back into the same old pattern of flushed cheeks and silly grins.
But this man—this stupidly tall, stupidly annoying, stupidly attractive man—has always made things impossible for you. That's why your stomach flips when he steps even closer, his neck craned to be able to look down at you properly.
"You say that, but you're totally glad to see me," he says, as if he can read your thoughts. Truth is, he can read you like a book, just like he used to. "Am I wrong?"
You open your mouth to retort, but—
"GOJO! GOJO!"
A streak of pink flashes across your eyes as a young boy dashes towards the both of you, only to skid to a stop, bent over panting and freaking out. "Gojo!"
Amused, Gojo looks at the boy, an eyebrow raised above his blindfold. "Yuji...? What's up?"
"I was asleep on the couch, right?" Yuji stands up straight, a panicked expression on his face. "But then I woke up and Kugisaki was standing there and-"
"Yuji."
The boy stops his panicked rambling at his teacher's serious expression. "Uh- what?"
".... Where's your eyebrow?"
You slap a hand over your mouth, stifling a laugh. Sure enough, the boy is missing his left eyebrow.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHERE'S MY EYEBROW!?"
In the distance, a girl's maniacal laughter can be heard.
"Man, how cruel!" Gojo bursts into laughter. If it weren't for his blindfold, you wonder if you'd be able to see amused tears at the corners of his eyes. "You just gonna let her steal your eyebrow like that?"
"WELL I CAN'T JUST TAKE IT BACK!" The poor boy basically sobs.
Biting back more laughter, your lips twitching uncontrollably, you step forward and offer him a comforting hand on the shoulder. "Hey, it's okay... It'll grow back."
Yuji's lower lip trembles, eyes wide and teary. "But what if she comes for the other one?!"
Gojo coughs as he tries to stop his laughter. "Well, you'd be symmetrical, at least."
You shoot him a look, to which Gojo shrugs nonchalantly. Looking back at the boy grieving his lost eyebrow, you pause... take a moment to take in his features... and giggle. "Wait."
"What now?" He sniffles.
You bring up a thumb and wipe at the "bald spot", only to find that...
"Well, whaddya know?" Gojo grins, leaning over your shoulder.
"It's makeup!" You laugh, instinctively licking your thumb like a loving mother to wipe away the makeup covering his supposedly missing eyebrow. "Your eyebrow's alive and well."
"REALLY!?" His eyes shine once again. "OH MAN! I THOUGHT I WAS DONE FOR!"
Gojo watches the interaction with a growing warmth in his chest. Something about seeing you interact so kindly with one of his beloved students makes him feel a certain way. He knew he loved you for a reason, and here it is, on full display.
Yuji gives you a grin so bright it could rival the sun. "Thanks, uh!!! Um... who're you again?" He glances between you and Gojo, catches the goofy grin his teacher is giving you, then bursts out talking before you can even open your mouth. "Oh my God! Are you Gojo's girlfriend or something!?"
Your mouth falls open, your cheeks heating up because you haven't been called that in years and the way it makes your chest blossom with warmth is disorienting and-
Gojo's hands land on your shoulders, his tall frame leaning over you from behind. You can hear the grin in his words when he says, "Actually, you're talking to my future wife: (Y/n)!"
You spin around and scoff. "Don't tell him that!" you scold, heart hammering against your chest.
Yuji scratches the back of his neck, utterly confused. "So... you're not together?"
"We're not," you say without hesitation, but it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.
Gojo lifts up a finger. "Not yet."
"Literally shut up."
Yuji, sensing the weird tension between you, awkwardly juts a thumb over his shoulder. "Thanks for the help, (Y/n), butttt I'm gonna go plot my revenge." He then turns on his heel with a determined expression, his fists clenching as he announces, "YOU'RE GETTING IT NOW, KUGISAKI!"
You and Gojo watch like proud parents as he stomps off to do God knows what to a panicking Kugisaki.
When Gojo's arm casually drapes over your shoulders, you can't help but tense up, not expecting such closeness from him. "Satoru." You raise an eyebrow up at him and find he's already grinning down at you.
"What is it?" He feigns innocence, but his expression screams otherwise.
"At least take me to dinner first," you say, jokingly, with an exaggerated roll of your eyes.
Gojo tightens his hold on you, just enough to portray his need to be close to you. "That's the plan, (Y/n/n). So, I'll pick you up at six?"
Yuji finds out that 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 has a family. — same au as this ♡
Yuji Itadori wanted to know more about the world’s strongest sorcerer, who he was lucky enough to have as his teacher.
The two of them walked along the sidewalk peacefully after completing a bit of training.
As Yuji devoured his blue popsicle, his wide eyes stared at the side of his teacher’s face.
Despite the black blindfold covering his ocean blue eyes, Gojo could feel his student’s eyes on him for two minutes straight.
“I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into something yet,” Gojo spoke up, breaking the silence as he smiled slightly. “Why are you staring at me? Something on my face?”
“No, I just had a question I wanted to ask you — can I?” Yuji tilted his head a bit.
“Don’t be silly, of course you can. What is it?”
“There’s a ring on your finger.”
Gojo was silent for a moment, but his amused grin widened. Eventually, he said, “that’s not a question, Yuji.”
“I know, I know, I just . . .” Yuji hesitated. After all, discussing such a personal topic with someone as superior as Satoru Gojo could have been disrespectful. Even so, he took his chances anyway. “Are you married?”
“I am.”
“Really?” Yuji smiled excitedly. He tossed his discolored popsicle stick in a nearby trashcan, and continued his late afternoon stroll with Gojo.
“Yeah, I’ve been married for eight years. Our anniversary is coming up pretty soon, actually. Think I’ll plan some sort of trip.”
“Wow, that’s really cool! Who are you married to? Do I know ‘em? What are they like?”
Due to his unwavering grin, Gojo felt a burning sensation in his light pink, blushed cheeks. Thinking about you had always resulted in him smiling so much, his face would hurt.
“You don’t know her, but Megumi does. Her name is Y/N, and she isn’t a sorcerer, just an ordinary person who enjoys ordinary things, and I love that more than anything. Our daughter is-”
“What?” Yuji suddenly halted his footsteps.
“Hm? Something wrong?” Gojo questioned as he stopped walking, turning around to face the shocked boy.
“You have a daughter? Like an actual kid?” Yuji paused. “How come you never mentioned any of this before? How old is she? I wanna meet your family! Why have I never met them?”
“She just turned five,” Gojo laughed softly, and started to resume his walk along with Yuji. “Guess I had no idea you assumed I had no family, but it’s fine, you can meet them anytime you want. Wanna see a couple of pictures?”
“Yeah!” Flashing a bright smile, Yuji eagerly waited for Gojo to unlock his phone and scroll through his photos.
After only a couple of seconds — as it didn’t take the older man any time at all to find a photo of the two most beloved people in his life — Gojo handed his phone to Yuji, showing him a recent picture of the three of you hanging out at the park.
“Oh man, is that your wife? She’s really, really pretty, and your kid looks like the perfect combination of you both! Well, I guess that makes sense because you’re her parents, but it’s like fifthy-fifthy! She has your eyes, but Mrs. Gojo’s hair . . .” Yuji zoomed in and out of the photo as he rambled on, even taking it upon himself to search Gojo’s photos for even more pictures. “No way, is that Mrs. Gojo and Fushiguro? Fushiguro looks so young!”
“Yeah, he was around seven years old at the time. Me and Y/N were just dating then, but I knew I wanted to marry her. Best decision of my life.”
“When can I meet them?” Yuji asked, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.
“Why do you wanna meet them so badly?” Gojo reached out and grabbed his phone from Yuji, who had started to scroll a bit too far.
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Smiling, Yuji paused. “You’re kinda like family to me now, I guess. So, I wanna meet the people you cherish the most, ‘cause I wanna cherish them too.”
Gojo didn’t say another word. Not to Yuji, at least. Instead, he hummed with satisfaction at his student’s kind words, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found yours.
“Hi, baby,” Gojo greeted you over the phone, “Would you mind if I bring a student of mine over for dinner? He really wants to meet you . . . he’s not allergic to anything . . . Okay . . . That works for us . . . Tell my muffin that I’ll be home soon . . . I love you more, bye sweetheart.”
“Okay, we-”
“Great! Which way is your house? Which way? Is it this way?” Yuji excitedly started to run off in no particular direction, and Gojo couldn’t help but laugh.
While Yuji said he simply wanted to cherish Gojo’s family, Gojo knew that it was a bit deeper than that. After all, as far as Yuji was concerned, he had no one. He craved the domestic nature of a loving family. He was all alone.
Once they made it to Gojo’s home, Yuji excitedly greeted you with a hug as if he had known you his entire life.
He adored your food, laughing and chatting at the dinner table.
He adored your home, carefully admiring your decorations and asking plenty of questions.
He was also kind enough to help out with the dishes, and play with dolls with your daughter afterwards, using silly voices as he truly got into the role.
And, later on, when he saw Gojo grab your grinning face and shower it with kisses, and his little girl happily run up to him as he picked her up, tickling her as she giggled, Yuji silently hoped that one day, he too would have a family just as loving.
But, he didn’t have to observe the happy family from a distance much longer, as, suddenly, you and Gojo waved the boy over, and wrapped your arms around him in a silly, loving, group hug.
Gojo’s in the middle of an important meeting, but chatting with his wife and daughter is his only priority.
“Satoru, can you please get off of your damn phone?”
Holding up a finger to the frustrated CEO as if to say, “give me a minute,” Gojo laughed casually as he kept his phone pressed against his ear.
The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the company’s headquarters.
“Really?” Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. “And what else did you do? What’d you learn at school today?”
Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to — his beloved five year old daughter.
“You learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, that’s amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? We’re just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-”
“Satoru.”
The CEO called the sorcerer’s name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.
“Daddy’s gotta hang up soon, he’s in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?”
As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.
“This is ridiculous, Gojo,” the older man grumbled. “It’s rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!”
“Yeah?” Gojo raised his eyebrows. “If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”
“But we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-”
“No, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.”
For a moment, as the CEO sighed heavily in frustration, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo suddenly spoke up.
“Hi baby,” Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. “Did you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? You’re right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . I’ll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and that’s not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.”
Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.
“Hey, where are you going?” The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.
“I’m going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so I’m not staying here for a stupid meeting.”
The CEO’s protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.
And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo had ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and he’d always make it home, no matter what.
The tip of satoru’s nose gets cold like a cat and he loves to nuzzle it in your neck when he cuddles you. Gojo, in all of his 6’3 glory, wrapping himself around you while pressing his cold nose between your shoulder and neck. Says it’s his way of keeping warm.
thinking about Gojo, who's got a new hobby and that is, being your boyfriend. Gojo's technically good at everything without even trying, but when it comes to his new role as your romantic companion, he's on a different level. and oh boy, this time - he's making an effort.
thinking about Gojo, who drops everything, anything and anyone when you need him. you need a ride? he's on his way. you want some chocolate? he's already bought it. you miss him? oh well, that little curse can wait. it's not like it's that dangerous - the idea of you being in your apartment alone, watching some Netflix drama and thinking of him instead of touching him is a real matter of great urgency.
thinking about Gojo, who regularly watches "Pride and Prejudice" with you, even though he doesn't really like the story, but watching you go through the widest range of emotions gets him feeling a certain way. he's also a popcorn specialist now - the two of you went through A LOT of different snacks, but somehow popcorn has officially got the title of "the best snack to elevate a cinematic experience". he especially likes the caramel-flavoured one - this particular sort tastes even better when he pulls the crumbs straight out of your lacy bra.
thinking about Gojo, who's ridiculously excited to hear you say his name in a fake protest when his hands go there not only for the crumbs. it sounds even better when it gets whiney, right when Satoru takes the laptop off your lap and throws it somewhere. you hear a crack and this time you protest for real, but he doesn't give a slightest shit about that device. he'll buy himself a new one. after all, you taste like caramel and smell like those chocolate candles from that shop he discovered a week ago. he wasn't sure which scent you'd prefer, so he just bought every single one. guess he has his answer now.
thinking about Gojo, whose fingers get tangled in your hair, and his lips finally find yours. he's addictive, you knew that before, but with his every touch, every conversation, every inappropriate joke it feels like you're falling deeper and deeper, to the point where there's no going back. he's already there. he has no plans to go back.
thinking about Gojo, who sees you - and his six eyes tell him that you're his biggest treasure. the one must protect the most.
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